The Fifth House
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Harry Potter, so please don't sue.
Author's Note: I'm finally getting back into the hang of writing again. I had this weird thing, something like writer's block, only different. It was like, I knew what I wanted to write, but I wasn't sure how to write it. It was very strange.
I think the hardest thing for me to write about this story is this section right here. When you are still not entirely certain what the plot is, but you have to write the middle part of the story to get to the ending, which, by the way, I already know is going to be good. I already know the last paragraph of this fanfic, but I have to get through the middle of the story first.
Anyway, enough of my babbling. Thanx for the reviews, everyone! Sorry if the characters seem a little OOC.
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Chapter Fifteen
Terces had a plan, the Fifth Power knew. It knew everything that Terces did. This was a very good advantage to have.
The Fifth Power had mind. It possessed wisdom. It needed no bravery, for the reason that when the Fifth Power was in full speed, nothing could stop it. It got the loyalty it deserved. It could persuade anyone to do anything, and in a fair way. It was all Terces wasn't; it was un-elemental.
The Fifth Power was the only thing that could help Hogwarts. But Hogwarts didn't know it. Hogwarts barely knew that it was going to have problems. Terces didn't actually even qualify as a problem, Terces was a barrier. It kept Hogwarts from doing exactly what could destroy Terces. The only thing that could destroy Terces.
The Fifth Power was Hogwarts' best defense, it's only defense. But it couldn't stand alone. It needed help from its four successors. They needed to discover each other first, though.
It was Halloween night at Hogwarts. The four successors were getting ready to go to a masquerade. They didn't know what they were yet, and time was up. They would have to be shown what they must do, and they had to be shown that night.
* * * *
"You could be a pirate," Hermione suggested to Harry as she was pulling clothes out of his trunk.
"The eye patch wouldn't fit over my glasses," Harry said, happy that he had an excuse to not be a pirate.
"Oh, yeah. How about a …?" Hermione said.
Hermione had been going through Harry's trunk for about a half hour, sifting through his clothes to try and find something he could wear as a costume. So far she had suggested a pirate, an auror, and a prince {she offered to turn him into a frog first}. Harry had shot down every idea she had.
"Why don't you just go as a dementor?" asked Ron.
"And have the whole school freak out? I don't think so," Harry replied.
"How about a Quidditch player, like Ron?" Hermione suggested. Harry realized that this had to be her last idea; she had gone through all of his stuff already, two times.
"I guess I could, but it isn't as original when someone else has the same costume," Harry said.
"It's not the same exact costume. Ron's going as Aidan Lynch, you can go as… some other player," Hermione said, tossing some of Harry's things back into his trunk.
"Yeah, Harry. You could be the Irish keeper, Ryan. I'm not sure what his first name is, though. I think its Colin. Colin Ryan, that sounds about right,' Ron said, leaning against Harry's bedpost.
"Plus, it's all we've got," Hermione said, closing Harry's trunk shut.
"Fine, but how are we going to make the costume?" he asked.
"Simple. We just use a temporary coloring charm on your robes to make them green, add a leprechaun and have it say Ryan on the back,' Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, what she said,' said Ron.
So Hermione used a simple spell to color Harry's robes green {Verdicio!} and added the details.
Harry had to admit that his robes did look very realistic. Hermione had apparently helped Ron with his, too, because his were identical to Harry's except they said 'Lynch'.
While Harry and Ron had been getting ready, Hermione had been preparing in her own dorm. A little while later, they all met in the common room.
"Nice costume, Hermione, you are supposed to be a writer, right?" asked Harry.
Hermione was dressed in what looked like regular robes. They were an inky black satin that shimmered in the light. The only difference between Hermione's costume and the regulation uniform was the fact that there was a design of a dancing quill embroidered on the robes, and it really danced. Hermione was also walking everywhere with a feather quill and parchment.
"Yes. Bathilda Bagshot, she's one of my all time favorites,' Hermione gushed, clearly very excited that someone remembered.
"Yeah, you look, er, nice," said Ron.
"Your costumes look fantastic, you guys. You really look like Quidditch players," Hermione said.
"Are you saying that because we really do, or because you actually designed the costumes?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Oh no, they really look realistic," Hermione said innocently.
"Yeah, whatever you say,' Ron said as they walked through the portrait hole. The three of them walked through the castle into the entrance hall.
"Wow, your costumes look great!" said a voice from behind them. Of course, it's hard to judge costumes from behind, but Kylie D'Alessandro already guessed what they looked like.
"Hey Kylie,' said Harry.
"Hi Kylie!" said Hermione.
"Hey," said Ron.
"Hi guys! Let me guess. Ron and Harry, you guys are obviously Irish Quidditch players, right?" Kylie asked.
Harry and Ron nodded.
"What players are you?" Kylie asked them.
"I'm Lynch, and Harry's Ryan," Ron said.
"They're good players. And Hermione, you must be a writer, but which one?" Kylie said, obviously thinking.
"Bathilda Bagshot,' said Hermione, "She's one of my favorites."
"She's a good writer,' Kylie agreed.
"You have quite a costume, too, Kylie," Hermione said.
"Guess what I am," Kylie said, as if she knew no one would guess.
Kylie had a very unusual costume indeed. She, like Hermione, was wearing basic robes. Except her robes were navy velvet, with gold stars zooming around all over them. Every few seconds, several stars would form the same constellation.
"You must be something to do with space… Are you… the universe?" Harry asked.
Kylie shook her head no.
"Are you a galaxy?" asked Ron. Kylie shook her head no.
"Are you a star of some sort?" Hermione asked.
"I'm disappointed, I thought someone would know what I was…" Kylie said, looking put out.
"Hey guys!" chirped a voice from behind Kylie.
"Nice costume Ginny!" Ron said to his sister as Kylie moved aside to let her through.
"Thanks, but do you know what it is even?" asked Ginny.
"Yeah, you're a, a …" Ron broke off.
"Celestina Warbeck," said Kylie.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" asked Ginny.
"Celestina Warbeck is the only one to wear tie-dye robes, ever," said Kylie.
"I'm glad someone knew what I was. I honestly only thought that people would notice once I told them," Ginny said, looking relieved.
"Do you know what I am?" Kylie asked.
"Um, a constellation?" guessed Ginny.
"Yes! But does anyone know which one I am?" Kylie asked.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all shook their heads.
"I'm Cassiopeia! Honestly, don't you guys study stars at all?" Kylie asked.
"I think we did once…" Ron said.
"You've forgotten already, Ron? We studied them from the astronomy tower in our first year," Hermione explained.
"Oh, yeah, if you say so," Ron said.
"Ahem," said an authoritive voice from the doors that led to the Great Hall.
The students all looked over to see Professor McGonagall.
"You may now enter,' she said, and opened the doors.
* * * *
The Great Hall looked marvelous. As if it wasn't enough that there still were the bats and floating pumpkins, there was also a full moon out, so there was a sort of eerie effect on the hall.
Hermione was looking up at the moon while she was walking, which wasn't the best idea, because she slammed right into a jester.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said.
Whoever it was in the jester costume had a flair for designing, because it was a very elaborate costume. The colors of the costume were a deep violet and an eccentric opal color. Harry had sworn he'd seen that purple color somewhere before, he just couldn't place where.
"Who are you?" Harry asked the jester.
Before it could answer, a medieval princess with an equally elaborate costume walked by and grabbed onto the jester's arm, pulling him along.
"That was…interesting," Hermione said.
Harry had a feeling that the jester was someone that they all knew. He didn't know why, but he just did.
As they continued walking, they saw many interesting costumes. One girl was dressed as a princess, but it couldn't have been the princess from before, because this girl's costume was pink, the other girl's had been violet. Harry was almost afraid to walk past Colin Creevey, who was dressed as Harry Potter. There was also a boy Harry didn't recognize dressed as Professor Snape. There was also a very interesting costume, that of a violet dragon. Harry couldn't tell who was wearing it, but whoever it was, was talking to a peasant {also wearing purple}. Then there was the bard, who went around telling random stories to random people, and they were usually told in verse.
Purple, in various shades, seemed to be a popular hue for costumes. Harry saw at least eight people wearing shades of violet that night. Some of these costumes would not be thought of as costumes worn in purple, though. For example, there was the knight. He had deep, very dark, purple chain mail. There was also a Queen, but royalty was usually in purple, anyway. Finally, there was some girl dressed as a medieval executioner. She seemed to like being able to scare people by swinging her axe around. It seemed that these people must all be friends of some sort, or a club. But Hogwarts had no clubs, or none that Harry knew of. They also had their costumes highlighted with small patches of opal, which looked magnificent paired with purple.
Dumbledore had gotten the Weird Sisters to play again. Harry couldn't tell exactly what they were singing, but he didn't like it too much. Hermione and Ron seemed to like it; they looked like they were having a ball dancing out on the dance floor. Harry wasn't dancing with anyone; he didn't really feel like asking anyone. He also didn't like dancing.
But he had no choice once someone grabbed his arm and randomly started dancing with him.
"Oh, hi Kylie," he said once he realized who it was.
"Harry, we have to talk. Something's going to happen, someone's planning for something tonight, some sort of attack or something," she said in a hushed whisper.
"Wait, what? An attack? How do you know? When?" Harry asked in a very confused tone.
"I heard the executioner talking to the jester. That whole group's kind of weird isn't it? They all seem to be together… I don't know exactly when it's going to happen, but something is, and it'll be tonight!" Kylie continued.
"Why are you telling me?" Harry asked.
"You seemed like the person to tell. Hermione said that you usually know something about all the bad stuff that goes on around this place. Like, in your second year, didn't you hear voices in your head or something?" Kylie asked hurriedly.
"I was hearing a snake talking while it was moving through the plumbing. I'm a parselmouth, it was no big deal," Harry said, wishing he didn't have to discuss that.
"You're a parselmouth? Cool, me too. But anyway, Hermione said that you always get some kind of warning before some disaster happens, like some weird kind of dream, or weird letters, I don't know, weird stuff like that," Kylie said.
Harry stopped dancing. "She said I was getting weird letters?" he asked, hoping that Hermione wouldn't have told about P.1 Rebirth.
"No, not exactly. She said that you usually got some sort of message before something happened. I don't know if you've ever gotten letters, but I have, and they're freaking me out!" Kylie said, looking extremely panicked.
"Yes, I have gotten letters. Some were written in blood, and showed up at places I've never been to. Like, one was at the ministry the day I was there,' Harry explained. He wasn't sure why he was telling al this to Kylie, he barely knew her, but since she was getting letters too…
"One of mine was written in blood, and the others were from some person with a confusing name. P.2 Rebirth, or something like that,' she replied, looking like she was concentrating.
Harry stopped everything he was doing. His head was spinning. All of those letters, he wasn't the only one getting them.
"Kylie, mine were from P.1 Rebirth. If there's a P.1 and a P.2, there's got to be more. Which means…" Harry started.
"That other people are getting letters too,' Kylie finished for him.
Kylie's face suddenly went frozen with shock.
"Harry, I just remembered something. It was in the eighth edition of Hogwarts, A History, and it said something about a group that seemed very much like this," she said slowly.
Just then, the Great Hall went black, and Harry heard Kylie scream.
"Kylie? Are you okay?" he asked into the darkness.
Nothing answered.
Harry moved his arms around the space in front of him, where Kylie had been standing moments ago. It was dead air.
Voices could be heard panicking, and then, without reason, the Hall went silent.
In the center of the Hall, there were eight people, standing in a circle. A violet cloud was hovering above them, glowing. The group said an incantation, starting quietly, then repeating it louder and louder until they were yelling.
Harry couldn't see the scene that well. He tried to move closer through the crowd, but everyone seemed paralyzed; no one would begin to step aside. Everyone was, literally, frozen with fear. This or anything like it had never occurred at Hogwarts, or so they'd heard. But Hogwarts had been denied the truth, and now they would find it out.
Harry tried to push between a few people, but two strong hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. Before he could yell out, one hand covered his mouth. The voice of whoever it was that had Harry whispered in his ear.
"Keep it down. You do not know who you are, I will tell you. You'll be with your friend. It'll be fine, just drink this."
With that, someone held a phial to Harry's mouth and tipped his head upward, causing a potion of some sort to go down Harry's throat. Harry felt only dizziness at first, then he felt like a cool breeze had come over him. Then his find went blank, as he felt himself begin to fall down.
Down, down, down…
Curtains Close!
Author's Note: That chapter was a pain to write. Then, for all or you guys' good, I had to edit it, and I made a lot of mistakes in the first draft. Y'all were right, I did use Latin for the incantation stuff. But I used a different language for the names.
Words of Wisdom: The question is, did the chicken cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
Anyways, thanx so much for the reviews. Y'all have been extremely patient.
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~Starry