HARRY POTTER AND THE GREEN FLAME SWORD
MrsSakuraPotter: Can't answer that question, maybe they do, maybe they don't.
Man rui-tian: Awesome review. That was one bloody encouraging review. You'll have to wait a bit for the action though.
ÉAC629: actually, the romance thing is a bit slow...but I don't think Harry would notice her too quickly...he needs a few people to clean his glasses to see what is in front of him. (Someone like Jakob)
Jody: lol. I need some time to think this over.
CHAPTER 11
AWAKENING
The wind sweeping across him seemed cold and bitter. The sky looked ominously dark and Harry could see the full moon through a break in the clouds that rumbled across. He waited, though he did not know what it was that he was waiting for. He felt someone approach, as though from a distance. A shadow, as insubstantial as the weakest of ghosts, powerless, but the shadow held a hint of things that would come to pass. It flitted out of his sight, and he did not know what to make of it, though it seemed oddly familiar...of something, someone, that had lay dormant for a long while, and was now threatening to break out.
The night had crept up upon him, and he had been caught unawares. The shadow was moving closer, watching him carefully, circling around him. He wondered what it would do to him. He felt oddly detached from the entire scene. There was nothing he could do anyway. The night whispered things that could have been and the shadow kept circling around him, waiting...
He thought back to the night he had lost his Godfather, falling into the veil. The veil had been shimmering and he had been sure he could hear voices, soothing him, captivating him, drawing him onwards...
The shadow drew closer; it was still biding it's time and it knew that he wasn't there yet.
He thought back to the people who had been killed by Voldemort, his emotions in complete turmoil as guilt and pity competed to hold the upper hand. A sudden rush of hatred flooded him, drowning out every other emotion. He suddenly realized the presence of the shadow, acknowledging it's proximity with a sudden desire to escape. He hesitated slightly, looking around. Did he really want to escape? Why did he feel this way?
The shadow seemed to sense that slightest hesitation...this was the moment it had waited for, it rushed upon him.
He fell down on his knees, his right hand clutching his scar, which burnt so badly that he would have welcomed the Cruciatus curse in its stead.
The wind bore down upon him much fiercely than before. The pain was breaking him down, 'why fight it, its what you want, its what you need' whispered a voice.
'No' he thought...he would rather die than give in...die fighting...like his parents...like his godfather...like everyone he knew and loved...
The pain gradually ebbed away; his forehead was throbbing madly as he lay down on the ground, exhausted, yet strangely awakened. He looked up as the moon shone through in all its brilliant glory through the clouds just before he drifted away into blackness.
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Harry woke up to find himself in a strangely familiar bed. He wondered how long he had been lying in the hospital dorm...he still remembered the dream so vividly he could almost swear it had been real.
He saw the figure of Madam Pomphrey hurrying over to him. It was late in the night and it looked as though she had some sixth sense that told her that he was awake.
"Ah, finally awake, Mr. Strauss...just a second, please drink this up" she said, pushing a glass of some strange potion down his throat.
"Questions later, right now I have to make sure you are completely ok."
"Vat happened, how long haff I been like this?" he asked, ignoring her completely.
"Three days now" she answered brusquely, trying to push him on to the bed from where he had been desperately trying to get up.
"Oh, for heavens sake, Mr. Strauss, its midnight, where do you want to go this time of the night?" she asked; now firmly pushing him down.
"Um- I'm fine, I have to- erm- go to the toilet" he finished, realizing that she would find it suspicious if he told her that he wanted to see Dumbledore at twelve 'o' clock at night.
She nodded absently, pointing out the bathroom to Harry.
Harry went to the bathroom, looking himself up and down in the mirror. He still looked very much like Jakob Strauss; he wondered whether Snape had been forcing Polyjuice down his unresisting throat each day.
Ever since the dream, he somehow felt different...and he was anxious to know that he was himself.
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Harry woke up the next morning to find a pale looking Malfoy besides him.
"Good morning, mate. Feeling better now" asked Malfoy cautiously.
"Ya, much better" said Harry, sighing inwardly that Ron, Hermione and- and- Ginny wouldn't be coming over to see him.
He wondered briefly why it was that he wanted Ginny to come visit him.
"You had us all in a right state, scared Goyle out of his wits" Malfoy's voice burst into his thoughts.
"Vat?" asked Harry, staring at Malfoy; it was not like Goyle had any wits to be scared out of.
"You don't remember anything?" asked Malfoy.
"No" said Harry,
"You were thrashing about, one hand clutching your head..." said Malfoy quietly.
"Suddenly, the entire dorm started shaking, like an earthquake or something, and then...your bed and the table got toasted. You must be a really powerful wizard" he finished, the awe plain in his voice.
"Vat do you mean, toasted?" asked Harry, disregarding the last sentence.
"Ashes, mate, ashes. No flames, nothing, it simply crumpled into dust and u fell over...and you wouldn't wake up no matter what we did."
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This chapter seems to leave a few loose ends, but the next one will clear it all up.