Disclaimer: HP & Co. belong to JKR. This plot and other characters belong
to Dani.
**** Thanks for the editing, Andy!
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Somewhere in an office at Hogwarts,
'Headmaster, I tried my best to ask for postponing or at least a visit from you but they were set. He'll receive the Dementor's kiss on the anniversary of Menzel.' said Snape with no emotion whatsoever.
Dumbledore looked grim. This wasn't going well at all. But he, of course, wasn't losing hope.
'Should we continue the dance, Headmaster?'' asked Snape, hoping they won't.
'We shall, It s a time for rejoicing. A wizard felt for the muggles 500 years ago and died for them. I think he deserves our respect. Now, tell Arabella Figg to see me, will you Severus?'
Snape nodded his head, which meant "What else am I here for?"
Meanwhile, somewhere in Asia, where Harry was, it was pouring and he was still not getting his training. How was he supposed to train with no one to train him?
But before the thought left his mouth, he heard a loud crash a spark of fire outside the cave. He went to check it out. Suddenly, the torch went out, due to the rain and the small but strong gust.
Harry was about to use his wand for anything, didn't have to be magic, he just wanted the hand off him!
'Let go!'he said in the dark.
'Mr. Potter, you have forgotten me already?' asked a familiar voice.with a Chinese accent!
'Lumos!' exclaimed Harry to his wand. He was suddenly face to face with none other than a short Chinese man he's spent two months last year with.
'Master Chan!'
'Yes, Mr. Potter, I have come to train you. And I would like you to meet my friend, Tai Lo.' he said, pointing to an orange mystical dragon. It, too, had red untidy hair and had claws at least 5 inches long. It's red and orange exterior made it look like as if it were on fire.
'Have you heard from Sirius?' asked Harry, hoping he had escaped.
'No sir, you cannot let that bother you. You must now start training. We have not got any time to spare, sir.' Harry did as he was told.
For the next few days, he was forced to retrieve things from a certain distance without using the summoning spell, make unbreakable barrier, which he still hasn't got the hang of, transport himself from one place to another but not apparating, remember every useful spell that Master Chan could think of and counter curses at that.
These were hard to master in a few days and Harry knew it. He'd always fall asleep, tired and have his whole body enhance from all the training.
Aside from magical training, Master Chan insisted on making him fit, not that he wasn't fit already.
Harry was breathing heavily now. He had just tried to stop all the curses Master Chan threw at him, but missed some.
He was bleeding at some parts of the body because he missed.
Master Chan approached him.
"Mr. Potter, you have a very powerful and unstoppable strength inside you. You need to know how to control and use it.'
Harry was dumbstruck as he didn't know how.
'Have faith, Mr. Potter, have faith.' said Master Chan, who was turned back.
'But I don't know how I can control it seeing as I never knew I had this strength, let alone use it.' he answered back. 'So shouldn't we train for that instead?'
'No, you don't need to train for inner power.'
'But..?' he began but was cut off and forced to do more training on counter- curses.
Today was the day Sirius was going to have his not-so-needed trial as he WAS going to get the Dementor's kiss after the process. If he was guilty, he was getting it for that reason, if he wasn't guilty; he was getting the kiss for being a fugitive.
He sat in his "cell" waiting.He heard the footsteps, the ones that would be taking him to a courtroom.
He was pushed and pulled to that room and was forced to take a seat in front of the judges.
'Sirius Black, not only have you been convicted of killing 13 people with a single curse, you are now charged with the felony of running from the law and conspiracy to kidnap Harry Potter, whom you have fooled into believing you and keeping contact with you.' said one of the judges. They were looking at him with most revolting and disgust. 'How do you plead?'
'Not guilty.'
'Not guilty? Well, we'll just see about that!' said one of the judges.
After a long and tiring recollection of all that's happened, Sirius was getting far too fed up to keep his not guilty plead.
Dumbledore wasn't one of the judges. He was merely trying to become a passer-by. Cornelius Fudge was enjoying seeing Dumbledore incorrect. Of course, he still believed that Sirius is guilty.
Then, as expected, it ended with Sirius being guilty. They were all looking forward to it.
Lupin was dreading it as much as all of the people who knew of his innocence. Snape was watching all this and was amused.
The head judge signaled one of the guards to bring in the Dementor. It would perform the kiss in this room.
Sirius was prepared to die. He was happy he actually got to meet his godson and become a father-figure to someone. He was also glad that Lupin finally knew the truth.
The two last loyal marauders bid their farewell to each other silently as both nodded. Dumbledore smiled his gracious smile.
Any moment, the Dementor would burst through the door, itching to take his soul.
After a minute, the door did burst open. Sirius closed his eyes. He heard a cold laugh before he was knocked unconscious.
Hermione quietly read her book in the empty Gryffindor common room. She somehow got the feeling that she wasn't alone. She looked around and found no one.
'Keep reading Hermione.' she told herself.
The dance was about to start in 10 minutes and she was glad that Anthony had let go of the fact that she didn't want to go. She continued reading her book. She got that weird feeling again. She turns around, no one's there.
'I'd better get something to drink. My mind's playing tricks on me.' she thought aloud.
She walked to the portrait of the fat lady when,'
'Petrificus Totalus!' said a voice from nowhere.
In no more than a second, Hermione was in a full body bind by someone who was invisible.
Harry knew something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones.
'Uh.Master Chan, do you think Sirius was proven innocent?' he asked hopefully. He didn't answer.
Harry was about to nudge him awake when his scar started to hurt immensely. He fell on the floor. And he began to hear something.or rather someone's voice.
'Harry! Stay there, Voldemort's looking for you!'
It was a girl's voice. Hermione's! His scar kept on hurting still. He wasn't even able to stand up.
Then, as quick as it came, it stopped.
Harry knew he had to go there. He looked for his Quicksilver9000.Then he realized it'd be too slow and it wasn't used for long distances. Then Buckbeak came into mind. Harry gave Master Chan a last glance and he was off.
Sirius slowly woke up. He noticed he was somewhere near a clearing. Everyone was there, even Dumbledore and all the teachers.
'Are you alright, Sirius?' asked Lupin, his wand out and prepared for anything.
'I'm fine.' Seeing Hermione's eyes shut, Sirius asked her. 'Are you okay, Hermione?''
'I'm good; I just told Harry not to come. His life might be in danger.' she said.
'And ours aren't?' asked Ron.
It was hard to laugh when all your friends, teachers and Headmaster surrounded by Deatheateaters, Hundreds of them.
**** Thanks for the editing, Andy!
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Somewhere in an office at Hogwarts,
'Headmaster, I tried my best to ask for postponing or at least a visit from you but they were set. He'll receive the Dementor's kiss on the anniversary of Menzel.' said Snape with no emotion whatsoever.
Dumbledore looked grim. This wasn't going well at all. But he, of course, wasn't losing hope.
'Should we continue the dance, Headmaster?'' asked Snape, hoping they won't.
'We shall, It s a time for rejoicing. A wizard felt for the muggles 500 years ago and died for them. I think he deserves our respect. Now, tell Arabella Figg to see me, will you Severus?'
Snape nodded his head, which meant "What else am I here for?"
Meanwhile, somewhere in Asia, where Harry was, it was pouring and he was still not getting his training. How was he supposed to train with no one to train him?
But before the thought left his mouth, he heard a loud crash a spark of fire outside the cave. He went to check it out. Suddenly, the torch went out, due to the rain and the small but strong gust.
Harry was about to use his wand for anything, didn't have to be magic, he just wanted the hand off him!
'Let go!'he said in the dark.
'Mr. Potter, you have forgotten me already?' asked a familiar voice.with a Chinese accent!
'Lumos!' exclaimed Harry to his wand. He was suddenly face to face with none other than a short Chinese man he's spent two months last year with.
'Master Chan!'
'Yes, Mr. Potter, I have come to train you. And I would like you to meet my friend, Tai Lo.' he said, pointing to an orange mystical dragon. It, too, had red untidy hair and had claws at least 5 inches long. It's red and orange exterior made it look like as if it were on fire.
'Have you heard from Sirius?' asked Harry, hoping he had escaped.
'No sir, you cannot let that bother you. You must now start training. We have not got any time to spare, sir.' Harry did as he was told.
For the next few days, he was forced to retrieve things from a certain distance without using the summoning spell, make unbreakable barrier, which he still hasn't got the hang of, transport himself from one place to another but not apparating, remember every useful spell that Master Chan could think of and counter curses at that.
These were hard to master in a few days and Harry knew it. He'd always fall asleep, tired and have his whole body enhance from all the training.
Aside from magical training, Master Chan insisted on making him fit, not that he wasn't fit already.
Harry was breathing heavily now. He had just tried to stop all the curses Master Chan threw at him, but missed some.
He was bleeding at some parts of the body because he missed.
Master Chan approached him.
"Mr. Potter, you have a very powerful and unstoppable strength inside you. You need to know how to control and use it.'
Harry was dumbstruck as he didn't know how.
'Have faith, Mr. Potter, have faith.' said Master Chan, who was turned back.
'But I don't know how I can control it seeing as I never knew I had this strength, let alone use it.' he answered back. 'So shouldn't we train for that instead?'
'No, you don't need to train for inner power.'
'But..?' he began but was cut off and forced to do more training on counter- curses.
Today was the day Sirius was going to have his not-so-needed trial as he WAS going to get the Dementor's kiss after the process. If he was guilty, he was getting it for that reason, if he wasn't guilty; he was getting the kiss for being a fugitive.
He sat in his "cell" waiting.He heard the footsteps, the ones that would be taking him to a courtroom.
He was pushed and pulled to that room and was forced to take a seat in front of the judges.
'Sirius Black, not only have you been convicted of killing 13 people with a single curse, you are now charged with the felony of running from the law and conspiracy to kidnap Harry Potter, whom you have fooled into believing you and keeping contact with you.' said one of the judges. They were looking at him with most revolting and disgust. 'How do you plead?'
'Not guilty.'
'Not guilty? Well, we'll just see about that!' said one of the judges.
After a long and tiring recollection of all that's happened, Sirius was getting far too fed up to keep his not guilty plead.
Dumbledore wasn't one of the judges. He was merely trying to become a passer-by. Cornelius Fudge was enjoying seeing Dumbledore incorrect. Of course, he still believed that Sirius is guilty.
Then, as expected, it ended with Sirius being guilty. They were all looking forward to it.
Lupin was dreading it as much as all of the people who knew of his innocence. Snape was watching all this and was amused.
The head judge signaled one of the guards to bring in the Dementor. It would perform the kiss in this room.
Sirius was prepared to die. He was happy he actually got to meet his godson and become a father-figure to someone. He was also glad that Lupin finally knew the truth.
The two last loyal marauders bid their farewell to each other silently as both nodded. Dumbledore smiled his gracious smile.
Any moment, the Dementor would burst through the door, itching to take his soul.
After a minute, the door did burst open. Sirius closed his eyes. He heard a cold laugh before he was knocked unconscious.
Hermione quietly read her book in the empty Gryffindor common room. She somehow got the feeling that she wasn't alone. She looked around and found no one.
'Keep reading Hermione.' she told herself.
The dance was about to start in 10 minutes and she was glad that Anthony had let go of the fact that she didn't want to go. She continued reading her book. She got that weird feeling again. She turns around, no one's there.
'I'd better get something to drink. My mind's playing tricks on me.' she thought aloud.
She walked to the portrait of the fat lady when,'
'Petrificus Totalus!' said a voice from nowhere.
In no more than a second, Hermione was in a full body bind by someone who was invisible.
Harry knew something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones.
'Uh.Master Chan, do you think Sirius was proven innocent?' he asked hopefully. He didn't answer.
Harry was about to nudge him awake when his scar started to hurt immensely. He fell on the floor. And he began to hear something.or rather someone's voice.
'Harry! Stay there, Voldemort's looking for you!'
It was a girl's voice. Hermione's! His scar kept on hurting still. He wasn't even able to stand up.
Then, as quick as it came, it stopped.
Harry knew he had to go there. He looked for his Quicksilver9000.Then he realized it'd be too slow and it wasn't used for long distances. Then Buckbeak came into mind. Harry gave Master Chan a last glance and he was off.
Sirius slowly woke up. He noticed he was somewhere near a clearing. Everyone was there, even Dumbledore and all the teachers.
'Are you alright, Sirius?' asked Lupin, his wand out and prepared for anything.
'I'm fine.' Seeing Hermione's eyes shut, Sirius asked her. 'Are you okay, Hermione?''
'I'm good; I just told Harry not to come. His life might be in danger.' she said.
'And ours aren't?' asked Ron.
It was hard to laugh when all your friends, teachers and Headmaster surrounded by Deatheateaters, Hundreds of them.