Chapter 2- The Messiah at Hogwarts
The four of them got up, dizzy after their trip with the Portkey.
Harry looked around. "I hate to say it, but this is the one time I'm glad to see this place."
Jesus looked around, and shrugged. "I suppose. I've seen worse accomodations, however."
Ron looked up at him. "Well, this is the place where Harry fought and defeated a basilisk- that's a snake- and the spirit of You-Know-Who, in our second year."
Jesus raised his eyebrows. "Actually, I don't."
Harry cut in, scowling. "What he means, is Voldemort."
Ron shuddered at the mention of the name.
"He was-well, is again- one of the most feared dark wizards of our time. He was defeated when he tried to kill Harry. Harry's mother's love for him is what stopped You-Know-Who from killing Harry along with his parents." Hermione stated as she started towards the Chamber exit, motioning for the others to follow. "After that, You-Know-Who was broken. Everyone believed him to be dead, but he showed up here at Hogwarts in our first year. Harry defeated him then, as well. However, he was able to come back to his full power in our fourth year here, and is now at large again, though the Ministry of Magic refuses to believe us about it."
Jesus gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. "I understand. Temptation is a very real thing, and many righteous men have strayed from the Way in their lust for power, and have been ultimately seduced by it."
"Well, that's about it in a nutshell, I suppose. But here, we're filthy. Let's get back upstairs to the school, so we can wash up. And I know someone who would very much like to meet you." Harry said, smirking.
The intrepid quartet wound their way through the tunnels and finally reached the bathroom where the entrance to the Chamber was hidden. Clambering up the side of the tunnel, Harry grabbed the edge of a pipe and swung himself up onto the bathroom floor. He turned around and helped up his compatriots, and then resealed the Chamber.
"I must say, that was quite a bit of fun. And I don't think we broke any school rules, for once." Harry stated as he rubbed soot and grime off of his glasses. He groaned audibly when he heard a sniffle and a sob from around the corner. Knowing full well what was coming, he turned around and watched Moaning Myrtle glide around the corner.
"Gone into the Chamber again, haven't you, Harry?" Myrtle screeched. It wasn't a mad screech, but a sort of forced, sorrowful screech. "Got a new friend to play with then, haven't you? No one invites Myrtle..."
"I would hardly call myself a playmate." Jesus said, looking at the little ghost in front of him. "But I wonder, young spirit, why you linger here on this mortal realm? You are no longer bound here, by a fleshly body. Go now! I release you into my Father's kingdom. You do not belong here." With that, Jesus raised his hands towards Myrtle. At first, nothing happened. Slowly, however, Myrtle became a bit more transparent than usual. It happened gradually. She got fainter and fainter, until she wasn't there at all. The three Gryffindors stood behind him, shellshocked.
"What... what did you do to Myrtle?" Harry asked, stunned.
"She did not want to be here. Nor did she belong here. She just did not understand there was something else, beyond this realm. I have shown her the path to the kingdom of Heaven." Jesus replied, smiling benevolently at them. After he received no reply, he prompted them on. "Come now, we did not arrive in your house to stand vigil over a departed spirit. Rejoice that your friend is with God."
Harry nodded dumbly, still amazed. "Er... right, of course. Follow me."
With that, the three wizards led the Son of Man out of the bathroom, taking the chance to walk a little ahead of him.
"Did you see that?! Hermione, he just made Myrtle disappear! He must be who he says he is!" Ron whispered excitedly.
"That doesn't prove anything, Ron." Hermione hissed at him. "There could be a spell I don't know about."
Ron looked at her in shock. "Hermione, the man didn't even use a wand!"
Hermione chewed on her lower lip, frowning. "Well... there has to be a reason."
Ron scowled at her, but said nothing. Harry looked over at them, and rolled his eyes. Sometimes both of them could about as flexible as a rock. They climbed up the stairs, and made a right into a passageway with a very familiar looking statue.
"Here we are." Harry said, turning to Jesus. "This is the office of our headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. I'm sure he'll be quite pleased to meet you." He rotated again, bringing himself to face the statue. "Lemon drop." he said, and the statue fell away to reveal a winding stairway.
"Ladies first." Harry said, grinning at Hermione. She climbed up the steps, with her compatriots close behind.
Chapter 3- Divine Magics
The four of them got up, dizzy after their trip with the Portkey.
Harry looked around. "I hate to say it, but this is the one time I'm glad to see this place."
Jesus looked around, and shrugged. "I suppose. I've seen worse accomodations, however."
Ron looked up at him. "Well, this is the place where Harry fought and defeated a basilisk- that's a snake- and the spirit of You-Know-Who, in our second year."
Jesus raised his eyebrows. "Actually, I don't."
Harry cut in, scowling. "What he means, is Voldemort."
Ron shuddered at the mention of the name.
"He was-well, is again- one of the most feared dark wizards of our time. He was defeated when he tried to kill Harry. Harry's mother's love for him is what stopped You-Know-Who from killing Harry along with his parents." Hermione stated as she started towards the Chamber exit, motioning for the others to follow. "After that, You-Know-Who was broken. Everyone believed him to be dead, but he showed up here at Hogwarts in our first year. Harry defeated him then, as well. However, he was able to come back to his full power in our fourth year here, and is now at large again, though the Ministry of Magic refuses to believe us about it."
Jesus gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. "I understand. Temptation is a very real thing, and many righteous men have strayed from the Way in their lust for power, and have been ultimately seduced by it."
"Well, that's about it in a nutshell, I suppose. But here, we're filthy. Let's get back upstairs to the school, so we can wash up. And I know someone who would very much like to meet you." Harry said, smirking.
The intrepid quartet wound their way through the tunnels and finally reached the bathroom where the entrance to the Chamber was hidden. Clambering up the side of the tunnel, Harry grabbed the edge of a pipe and swung himself up onto the bathroom floor. He turned around and helped up his compatriots, and then resealed the Chamber.
"I must say, that was quite a bit of fun. And I don't think we broke any school rules, for once." Harry stated as he rubbed soot and grime off of his glasses. He groaned audibly when he heard a sniffle and a sob from around the corner. Knowing full well what was coming, he turned around and watched Moaning Myrtle glide around the corner.
"Gone into the Chamber again, haven't you, Harry?" Myrtle screeched. It wasn't a mad screech, but a sort of forced, sorrowful screech. "Got a new friend to play with then, haven't you? No one invites Myrtle..."
"I would hardly call myself a playmate." Jesus said, looking at the little ghost in front of him. "But I wonder, young spirit, why you linger here on this mortal realm? You are no longer bound here, by a fleshly body. Go now! I release you into my Father's kingdom. You do not belong here." With that, Jesus raised his hands towards Myrtle. At first, nothing happened. Slowly, however, Myrtle became a bit more transparent than usual. It happened gradually. She got fainter and fainter, until she wasn't there at all. The three Gryffindors stood behind him, shellshocked.
"What... what did you do to Myrtle?" Harry asked, stunned.
"She did not want to be here. Nor did she belong here. She just did not understand there was something else, beyond this realm. I have shown her the path to the kingdom of Heaven." Jesus replied, smiling benevolently at them. After he received no reply, he prompted them on. "Come now, we did not arrive in your house to stand vigil over a departed spirit. Rejoice that your friend is with God."
Harry nodded dumbly, still amazed. "Er... right, of course. Follow me."
With that, the three wizards led the Son of Man out of the bathroom, taking the chance to walk a little ahead of him.
"Did you see that?! Hermione, he just made Myrtle disappear! He must be who he says he is!" Ron whispered excitedly.
"That doesn't prove anything, Ron." Hermione hissed at him. "There could be a spell I don't know about."
Ron looked at her in shock. "Hermione, the man didn't even use a wand!"
Hermione chewed on her lower lip, frowning. "Well... there has to be a reason."
Ron scowled at her, but said nothing. Harry looked over at them, and rolled his eyes. Sometimes both of them could about as flexible as a rock. They climbed up the stairs, and made a right into a passageway with a very familiar looking statue.
"Here we are." Harry said, turning to Jesus. "This is the office of our headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. I'm sure he'll be quite pleased to meet you." He rotated again, bringing himself to face the statue. "Lemon drop." he said, and the statue fell away to reveal a winding stairway.
"Ladies first." Harry said, grinning at Hermione. She climbed up the steps, with her compatriots close behind.
Chapter 3- Divine Magics