"Professor Dumbledore?", Harry asked, as he sat down in a comfy chintz
armchair.
"Yes, Harry?"
"Did you get my letter?"
"Yes."
"Did you read it?"
"Yes."
"What is the veil?"
"The veil is a portal between the world of the living people and the world of the deceased. The voices you heard that day coming from behind that veil were spirits. The spirits of a recently deceased person goes through that veil when it is ready to move on. If, however the spirit was of a kind person that died from evil causes and they don't want to move on, it does one of two things. It either becomes a ghost and gives up all hope of returning to its body or lingers just behind that curtain until someone realizes that they are not fully dead and restores it to it's body. If a person that is living falls through that veil, they are trapped until someone pulls them out.."
"How would a person pull the other person out?"
"Well, to get Sirius out, you must go into the veil yourself, and search for him. When you have located him, you must mutter a spell that will pull you out of the veil."
"Sounds easy enough, but wait. My parents were kind people, I think, and died of evil causes. I am sure that they didn't WANT to die. Yet, they did not become ghosts or I would have seen them. Is there any way I could get them out from behind the curtain?"
"I knew of the secrets of the veil, and how a person could rescue another dead person and return it to its body. However, the person that does this must be blood related, and must be able to do Wandless Magic. This is the reason that I have never said anything about it before. I did not want to give you false hopes of having your parents back. But, now that you have proved that you can do Wandless Magic, I believe you just might be able to."
Dumbledore looked at Harry. Something in his eyes made Harry see that there was some sort of catch, but not related to the veil.
"Okay, what is the catch?" Harry asked.
"I see you don't miss much. I do not have a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher lined up for next year, and I seem to have trouble finding one. I would like you to teach Defense next year."
"Next year? But I am only a 6th year- I have schoolwork, and exams. Not to mention Quidditch, Occlumency, and the D.A."
"Well, I have thought and thought about this. I would really like you to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, because you can really show the students things, and teach then how to actually defend themselves. You could not take classes, however, because you would be teaching. Your schedule at night is rather busy also. So, I have decided that I will simply not allow you to take lessons. You will meet with me, here, one night a week from just after dinner to around 10 at night. I will teach you everything you need to know. There will be no homework. If you manage to rescue your parents and Sirius from the veil, you have to take this job."
"You make it sound like I have no choice," Harry said.
"You don't, Professor Potter."
"Professor Potter? Okay, if I MUST take this job, I NEVER want to be called Professor Potter- it's Harry."
"Fine- Harry. You will also teach 7th years then."
"7TH years? But they know more Defense than me anyway!"
"No, they don't. Now let's get to the ministry."
Dumbledore scribbled a note on a spare piece of parchment, and sent Fawkes off with it. He then pulled out the teacup, muttered "Protego" again, and soon, they were standing outside that old telephone booth entrance to the Ministry. They stepped inside.
Dumbledore picked up the receiver and dialed six two four four two.
A cool female voice sounded from inside the box. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business"
"Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore here to visit the Department of Mysteries."
"Thank you", replied the cool female voice. "Visitors, please take your badges and attach them to the front of your robes."
Two badges slid out of the metal chute where returned coins usually appeared. Dumbledore handed Harry his, which read:
Harry Potter
Department of Mysteries Visitor
"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."
The floor of the telephone box shuddered. They were sinking slowly into the ground. The pavement rose up past the glass windows of the telephone box until the street and grass was out of sight. The telephone box became pitch black as the box sank down to where the Ministry was located.
"Lumos" Harry muttered, and he could see.
"Good call Harry", said Dumbledore.
After about a minute, light started to shine in through the glass walls again. The light then became so strong that Harry was almost blinded.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.
The doors of the telephone box flew open, and Harry and Dumbledore walked out and over to the far end of the Atrium, so that they could pass through security and go to the Department of Ministry.
A ministry official was waiting there to register their wands.
"Albus Dumbledore. I have already had my wand registered", said Dumbledore.
The guard allowed him to pass through.
"Uh. Harry Potter. I already had my wand registered too," repeated Harry, using his name instead of Dumbledore's.
The guard looked at his wand and allowed him to pass through also.
Harry and Dumbledore walked through the golden gated and towards the elevator. The elevator arrived and Dumbledore stepped in. Harry followed.
The elevator was crammed with witches and wizards. The cool female voice that was in the telephone box spoke again:
"Level Seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club, and Ludicrous Patents Office."
The lift doors opened and three witches got off along with a few paper airplanes zooming off, while a group of seven paper airplanes zoomed in. The doors closed.
"Level Six, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey Office, and Apparation Test Center."
"Level Five, Department of International Magical Cooperation, incorporating the International Magical Trading Standards Body, the International Magical Office of Law, and the International Confederation of Wizards, British Seats."
"Level Four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being, and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office, and Pest Advisory Bureau."
"Level Three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator Headquarters, and the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee."
"Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services."
"Level One, Department of Mysteries"
In between each of the stops, a few witches or wizards got off, and more paper airplanes flew in or out. By the time the lift had clambered down to the Department of Mysteries level, only Harry and Dumbledore remained on the lift.
"This is our stop Harry", said Dumbledore.
"Okay Professor", Harry replied.
They walked down the long, narrow hallway to the door that had been in Harry's dreams what seemed like a billion times. Dumbledore opened the door, and Harry found himself inside the circular room that was so familiar to him.
"Show me the right door to the veil room", said Harry
A door flew open and Harry went through it. Dumbledore followed this time.
"Nicely done, Harry! I didn't know that you knew how that hallway worked!"
Harry wasn't listening though. He was too busy scrambling down the steps one by one to where the platform that the veil was on was located.
Dumbledore ran to catch up.
"Okay Harry. I am going to place a charm on you now that will make sure that you will not fall into the hole. If you need to get out, just say "Finite" and then the charm will pull you out, and who ever you are touching. So, hold still for a minute". Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped Harry on the head. "There. Now, go ahead and go through the veil. You can try any spell you need to so that you can get Sirius out. Okay, now!"
Harry stepped up onto the platform and pushed the veil aside. He stepped in. Harry felt a strange sensation wash over him. It felt like he was floating. Suddenly, an idea came to mind.
"Accio Sirius Black!" Harry cried.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews to the two people who reviewed so far! If you are reading this right now, and have read my story PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! I love getting reviews, and constructive criticism from readers. Is my story too cliché? Help me make it better!
JessieRose- My first review! Thank you thank you thank you! I hope I didn't make you wait too long (I am actually proud of myself- two chapters in one day) Luckally, in this chapter, you did find out what Dumbledore said! Do you think my fic is too cliché? Let me know.
Bookworm04- Thanks for reviewing! You were my second review! I am proud of myself! Two chapters in one day! When I read the 5th book last June, I decided not to accept the fact that Sirius was dead. so I wrote this. I am not sure if this is too cliché though. What do you think about the possibility of Lily and James coming back?
"Yes, Harry?"
"Did you get my letter?"
"Yes."
"Did you read it?"
"Yes."
"What is the veil?"
"The veil is a portal between the world of the living people and the world of the deceased. The voices you heard that day coming from behind that veil were spirits. The spirits of a recently deceased person goes through that veil when it is ready to move on. If, however the spirit was of a kind person that died from evil causes and they don't want to move on, it does one of two things. It either becomes a ghost and gives up all hope of returning to its body or lingers just behind that curtain until someone realizes that they are not fully dead and restores it to it's body. If a person that is living falls through that veil, they are trapped until someone pulls them out.."
"How would a person pull the other person out?"
"Well, to get Sirius out, you must go into the veil yourself, and search for him. When you have located him, you must mutter a spell that will pull you out of the veil."
"Sounds easy enough, but wait. My parents were kind people, I think, and died of evil causes. I am sure that they didn't WANT to die. Yet, they did not become ghosts or I would have seen them. Is there any way I could get them out from behind the curtain?"
"I knew of the secrets of the veil, and how a person could rescue another dead person and return it to its body. However, the person that does this must be blood related, and must be able to do Wandless Magic. This is the reason that I have never said anything about it before. I did not want to give you false hopes of having your parents back. But, now that you have proved that you can do Wandless Magic, I believe you just might be able to."
Dumbledore looked at Harry. Something in his eyes made Harry see that there was some sort of catch, but not related to the veil.
"Okay, what is the catch?" Harry asked.
"I see you don't miss much. I do not have a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher lined up for next year, and I seem to have trouble finding one. I would like you to teach Defense next year."
"Next year? But I am only a 6th year- I have schoolwork, and exams. Not to mention Quidditch, Occlumency, and the D.A."
"Well, I have thought and thought about this. I would really like you to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, because you can really show the students things, and teach then how to actually defend themselves. You could not take classes, however, because you would be teaching. Your schedule at night is rather busy also. So, I have decided that I will simply not allow you to take lessons. You will meet with me, here, one night a week from just after dinner to around 10 at night. I will teach you everything you need to know. There will be no homework. If you manage to rescue your parents and Sirius from the veil, you have to take this job."
"You make it sound like I have no choice," Harry said.
"You don't, Professor Potter."
"Professor Potter? Okay, if I MUST take this job, I NEVER want to be called Professor Potter- it's Harry."
"Fine- Harry. You will also teach 7th years then."
"7TH years? But they know more Defense than me anyway!"
"No, they don't. Now let's get to the ministry."
Dumbledore scribbled a note on a spare piece of parchment, and sent Fawkes off with it. He then pulled out the teacup, muttered "Protego" again, and soon, they were standing outside that old telephone booth entrance to the Ministry. They stepped inside.
Dumbledore picked up the receiver and dialed six two four four two.
A cool female voice sounded from inside the box. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business"
"Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore here to visit the Department of Mysteries."
"Thank you", replied the cool female voice. "Visitors, please take your badges and attach them to the front of your robes."
Two badges slid out of the metal chute where returned coins usually appeared. Dumbledore handed Harry his, which read:
Harry Potter
Department of Mysteries Visitor
"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."
The floor of the telephone box shuddered. They were sinking slowly into the ground. The pavement rose up past the glass windows of the telephone box until the street and grass was out of sight. The telephone box became pitch black as the box sank down to where the Ministry was located.
"Lumos" Harry muttered, and he could see.
"Good call Harry", said Dumbledore.
After about a minute, light started to shine in through the glass walls again. The light then became so strong that Harry was almost blinded.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.
The doors of the telephone box flew open, and Harry and Dumbledore walked out and over to the far end of the Atrium, so that they could pass through security and go to the Department of Ministry.
A ministry official was waiting there to register their wands.
"Albus Dumbledore. I have already had my wand registered", said Dumbledore.
The guard allowed him to pass through.
"Uh. Harry Potter. I already had my wand registered too," repeated Harry, using his name instead of Dumbledore's.
The guard looked at his wand and allowed him to pass through also.
Harry and Dumbledore walked through the golden gated and towards the elevator. The elevator arrived and Dumbledore stepped in. Harry followed.
The elevator was crammed with witches and wizards. The cool female voice that was in the telephone box spoke again:
"Level Seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club, and Ludicrous Patents Office."
The lift doors opened and three witches got off along with a few paper airplanes zooming off, while a group of seven paper airplanes zoomed in. The doors closed.
"Level Six, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey Office, and Apparation Test Center."
"Level Five, Department of International Magical Cooperation, incorporating the International Magical Trading Standards Body, the International Magical Office of Law, and the International Confederation of Wizards, British Seats."
"Level Four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being, and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office, and Pest Advisory Bureau."
"Level Three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator Headquarters, and the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee."
"Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services."
"Level One, Department of Mysteries"
In between each of the stops, a few witches or wizards got off, and more paper airplanes flew in or out. By the time the lift had clambered down to the Department of Mysteries level, only Harry and Dumbledore remained on the lift.
"This is our stop Harry", said Dumbledore.
"Okay Professor", Harry replied.
They walked down the long, narrow hallway to the door that had been in Harry's dreams what seemed like a billion times. Dumbledore opened the door, and Harry found himself inside the circular room that was so familiar to him.
"Show me the right door to the veil room", said Harry
A door flew open and Harry went through it. Dumbledore followed this time.
"Nicely done, Harry! I didn't know that you knew how that hallway worked!"
Harry wasn't listening though. He was too busy scrambling down the steps one by one to where the platform that the veil was on was located.
Dumbledore ran to catch up.
"Okay Harry. I am going to place a charm on you now that will make sure that you will not fall into the hole. If you need to get out, just say "Finite" and then the charm will pull you out, and who ever you are touching. So, hold still for a minute". Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped Harry on the head. "There. Now, go ahead and go through the veil. You can try any spell you need to so that you can get Sirius out. Okay, now!"
Harry stepped up onto the platform and pushed the veil aside. He stepped in. Harry felt a strange sensation wash over him. It felt like he was floating. Suddenly, an idea came to mind.
"Accio Sirius Black!" Harry cried.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews to the two people who reviewed so far! If you are reading this right now, and have read my story PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! I love getting reviews, and constructive criticism from readers. Is my story too cliché? Help me make it better!
JessieRose- My first review! Thank you thank you thank you! I hope I didn't make you wait too long (I am actually proud of myself- two chapters in one day) Luckally, in this chapter, you did find out what Dumbledore said! Do you think my fic is too cliché? Let me know.
Bookworm04- Thanks for reviewing! You were my second review! I am proud of myself! Two chapters in one day! When I read the 5th book last June, I decided not to accept the fact that Sirius was dead. so I wrote this. I am not sure if this is too cliché though. What do you think about the possibility of Lily and James coming back?