Emma: You're all very lucky I am in a good mood so am writing again so soon, and thanks to Trumpet-Geek and Rikan for reviewing! I will write the chapters slightly longer, but not so much it takes me all night (just so it takes me all week).
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Rising Disguise
Chapter Three: Dreams of Puzzles and Astronomy Tower Letters
Disclaimer:I don't write fan fictions of my own work... so therefore I don't own this. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and the rest of her characters... I only own my random OCs I add in and my friends
Warning: OotP Spoiler!
- Flashback to Last Chapter -
"You're Quidditch captain? Great! We are going whip Slytherins-"
"RONALD" Shouted Hermione less than pleased.
"Err... We are going to whip the Slytherins this year! Well done mate!" Said Ron changing the ending slightly.
"Thanks Ron." I said cheerfully before pulling out a piece of parchment and starting my Transfiguration homework.
- Harry's P.O.V. -
"Hey Gryffindors! Quidditch tryouts start next Saturday; we need 2 chasers and 2 beaters. I hope to see a lot of you then." I yelled to the common room just before I left for the meeting Hermione and I were holding with the Prefects. It had, in the last few days, become known to the school that I was Quidditch Captain. Ron must have talked in his sleep again. As I walked towards the Head's common room, a tapping of footsteps came up behind me.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Shouted a brunette Gryffindor girl, running to catch up with me. "Do you know the way to the Head's common- Oh, sorry! I didn't realize it was you Potter!" She blushed slightly and I grinned.
"Come on, follow me."
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I slipped through the portrait to the Head's common room along with several of the Prefects who hadn't known the password. Inside Hermione was conjuring up chairs for everyone; I noticed the Slytherins had formed a little huddle slightly away from the rest of the group.
"Hiya Harry!" said an enthusiastic voice from beside me. I turned to see Emma smiling happily, before she looked behind me. "Johanna!" The two girls hugged like friends who hadn't seen each other for a while. "Are you prefect? Congratulations! I see you have met Harry..."
"Yes, I did. I couldn't find this common room." Said Johanna Blackwood carelessly, I remembered her last name from the train. Soon Ron came over and I introduced him to Johanna before Hermione called me over to start the meeting.
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After the meeting, Hermione and I had organized so that everyone didn't patrol the whole of the school. Hermione had also organized a ball committee, ((Emma: Yes I know, balls are MAJORLY overused. But this will be different, PROMISES! Johanna and Kathryn, no telling what it is! Actually I have decided to change it slightly so mwahaha!)) so I am guessing there will be a ball. Wonderful, another time I have to be embarrassed asking a girl to go with me. Maybe this time I will just ask Hermione quick so I don't have to worry about it.
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A snake slithered around my feet. A cold voice, familiar sounded out to a room filled with wizards and witches in black cloaks, masked so that barely a detail could be seen.
"Is it time M'Lord?" said one of the nearest figures.
"Soon my faithful servant. Soon." Sounded my voice edged with poison and ice. The figure near me shifted back into the circle. A young boy sat curled in a ball in the middle and I lifted my wand.
"Avada Kedevra!"
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I woke with a start. I had been in Voldemort's head again. I shivered and remembered the vision. The boy, Voldemort had killed him. But there had been no mysterious disappearances lately. No one had reported anyone missing in the muggle or wizarding world. I sighed and turned onto my stomach. Thinking into the pillow.
I know that this is the year I must defeat Voldemort, if not I shall die myself. I can't bring myself to tell Ron or Hermione yet. Maybe at Christmas. That gives me around 3 months of deciding how to put into words that won't have Hermione and Ron worrying too much over me. As if I am going to wander up to them and say, 'Oh yeah, I thought I might tell you that this year I'm going to kill Voldemort, or he is going to kill me. Now what is the homework for Transfiguration?' I grimace into my pillow. It sure wasn't going to be easy to tell them.
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Hermione came and woke me from my pondering at 7 am, so I could get up and ready for breakfast. As we walked down to the great hall, Hermione kept throwing me nervous glances.
"What is it Hermione?" I asked her after she had shot me about the 20th worried look.
"Oh nothing. Just you have seemed awfully quiet over the last months, infact since we were in the ministry." Commented Hermione seriously. Damn Hermione is too smart. I bet she will figure out my secret if I don't tell her.
"Hermione, about that night. Dumbledore told... told..." I started saying but I couldn't say anymore. "Never mind, it's nothing 'Mione, I will tell you later." And with that I set off at a faster pace. Hermione hurried to catch up with me and I could tell she didn't believe me.
"Har-"
"Hermione. It is NOTHING. Don't pester me!" I said angrily at her before storming off back towards the common room.
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I mentally punched myself as I walked into the common room. I didn't have the right to go off at Hermione like that; she was just trying to help, like friends should. I mean, she had noticed something was wrong. I owed her an apology. I ran out of the common room, collecting both our bags which we had left there, my bag over my shoulders and hers in my hand hoping she would still be at breakfast.
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Luckily Hermione was still eating when I arrived back at the Great Hall. I slipped into the empty seat beside her.
"Hermione, can I talk to you after breakfast? I'm sorry about before." She nodded silently and I quickly grabbed a few slices of toast before we exited the hall to the grounds.
It was good I had remembered my cloak as it wasn't the warmest September morning. Hermione and I walked in silence to the lake before I sat down on the moist grass. Hermione sighed, pulled out her wand and cast a simple drying spell on the ground before sitting beside me.
"Harry, what's going on?" Said Hermione getting straight to the point. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Hermione looked at me warily and I tried again.
"It's a long story." I said simply before telling her the conversation I had had with Dumbledore more than a year ago.
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My throat sore from the long time I spent speaking, I had finally told Hermione everything. She sat there stunned for a moment. It was several minutes before either of us said anything.
"Harry, I'm so sorry!" said Hermione before dragging me into a tight hug. I patted her back and pulled away slightly, loosening her death grip.
"It's ok 'Mione, besides you did nothing to be sorry for."
"I should have said something sooner! At least now you don't have all that weight only on your shoulders. Ron and I..."
"Don't tell Ron, not yet Hermione. I don't want to tell anyone else yet." I said desperately. I hadn't even wanted to tell Hermione. I didn't want her to have to know.
Soon the bell rang to signal us to go to class, and Hermione and I set off for Potions.
Emma: Hmm.... The perfect place to finish it off and I am more than 1000 words behind my target, therefore I won't leave it there. But I'm really scraping my mind for ideas. Also my Grandma has my copy of Order of the Phoenix so if I get something wrong I would REALLY appreciate if you told me A.S.A.P. so I can change it. Thanks for reading. Now on with the rest. And also I promise this is the last Author note in the middle of the fan fiction!
Finally it was the weekend. Hermione had notified Ron and myself last night that this was a Hogsmeade weekend. I pulled on some jeans and a shirt as I got out of bed. I ignored my hair entirely, it had been a lost cause for 17 years, and it wasn't going to get easier over just one night. Grabbing my cloak, I walked out of my room to see Hermione and Ron standing waiting for me.
"Lets go! I can't wait to visit the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer." said Ron enthusiastically. The three of us organized where we would go, but soon we found the gates to the carriages that would take us to Hogsmeade in an uproar. We pushed further forward till a notice came into view.
ATTENTION:
Due to the fact that Voldemort has been sighted near Hogsmeade, All further trips will be cancelled.
"Cancelled! They can't do that!" shouted Ron angrily. I sighed before grabbing Hermione and Ron's sleeves and pulled them out of the crowd which was now slowly dividing and slipping back to their common rooms.
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Ron was still complaining when Hermione and I dragged him through the portrait to our common room.
"Ron, calm down. We can still get food from the kitchens remember? And Winky is able to get butterbeer down there, so we should be able to as well." Hermione huffed irritated at the mention of Winky the house elf drowning her sorrows in butterbeer.
"Shall we take a trip now?" Asked Ron. Hermione sighed and we all quickly made our way to the kitchen.
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"Well well, look what the cat dragged in..." said a voice as we stepped through the doorway. I spun around to see the Slytherin girls Griffith and Warrender. They both wore a smirk identical to Malfoy's. Great, we go for a quick trip to get some food and we end up with trouble. Warrender grabbed a bottle of butterbeer off the tray a house elf was brining over.
"So what would 3 Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing here on a Hogsmeade weekend?" droned on Griffith. Ron gave her a puzzled look before answering.
"You mean you don't know?" he asked.
"Know what?" said Griffith, her eyes narrowing.
"That Hogsmeade weekends have been cancelled." Said Hermione before Ron could open his mouth. The two Slytherin's mouths dropped open and they screeched in unison.
"WHAT?! WHY?!" Both girls looked equally appalled.
"Voldemort." I said simply. Griffith turned to me and said in a tone much like Hermione's matter-of-fact tone.
"Just because we are Slytherin doesn't mean we support Voldemort you know." And before any of us could reply she dragged Warrender out of the kitchen.
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After several house elves serving us, Ron, Hermione and I headed to the Quidditch pitch, after collecting my Firebolt and Ron's Nimbus 2000(Ron had been saving all his spare cash till he could buy one), with slightly fuller stomachs. Walking onto the pitch showed about half a dozen Gryffindors waiting for us, Johanna, a Nimbus 2000 in her hand, with a crimson ribbon with a small golden bell tied around the handle. I quickly walked over to the group. Hermione went to the stands and Ginny and Ron stood behind me.
"As you all know, we are in need of some new team members. 2 chasers to play with Ginny, and 2 beaters. Anyone wanting to try out for chaser please go with Ron and Ginny. Beaters come with me."
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After a session of being hit with several bludgers - that were supposed to be whacked away from me, not at me – I had finally decided on the beaters to join us. A second year named Rebecca White and a forth year I hadn't seen before called John Clover. I lead the two new beaters over to Ron and Ginny after releasing the rest, the bludgers clasped safely in the box once more. Ginny didn't look to be having too much luck with one of the boys who wouldn't give the quaffle back. Ron was hovering overhead with Johanna and another 5th year girl.
"EDWARD RUPERT McDONALD! GIVE THE QUAFFLE BACK THIS INSTANT!" Ginny had certainly inherited her shouting voice from her mother. The boy, shocked at the volume immediately dropped the quaffle, before leaping off his broom and speeding out of the Quidditch pitch. I grinned then asked the two Weasleys.
"Who did you pick?"
"Johanna Blackwood and Rose Smith" Ginny replied calmly as if she hadn't be furious two seconds ago.
"Lets get back up to the castle, Dinner starts in half an hour and you all need to get changed." Hermione ordered, and began pushing us to the changing rooms.
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Dinner was quite an event, with the Gryffindors congratulating the new team; Malfoy overheard my name being mentioned and immediately came over to the Gryffindor table to pick a fight. But in the midst of conversation, his petty insults were ignored and he left irritated, only to be swarmed upon by Parkinson.
"Hello Hermione, Harry, Ron." Said a blur of black blue and blonde as Emma swiftly pushed us aside to make room for her. Ron tried to say hello but once again his moth was full of food. Hermione nodded, acknowledging her presence, before Emma started helping herself to the Gryffindor food.
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Once again inside the mind of Voldemort, I watched as the Death Eaters circled me and raised their wands. I viewed the scene as a spell was muttered and a blinding white light surrounded Voldemort and I.
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I came out of the trance with Hermione and Ron shaking my shoulders. Emma looked slightly worried. She handed me a cloth and I wondered what it was for, staring at it for a moment.
"Harry, you landed in your dinner. You might want to wipe you face." She informed me. I blushed slightly and quickly removed the offending food. Hermione spoke next.
"What happened Harry?"
"Oh the usual, I was in Voldemort's head again." Hermione looked shocked, then disappointed then worried.
"Harry, you were supposed to stop that happening with Snape's training!"
"I haven't done Occulmancy for years. I didn't want Snape snooping around in my head."
"Harry! I'm going to talk to Professor Snape and get you back into tho-"
"No Hermione!"
"Hey! Calm down!" Shouted Emma. Now all attention was on us. I glimpsed Malfoy pretending to fall into his dinner and gave a sigh.
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Hermione and I walked back up to our common room after saying our farewells to Ron and Emma. It was almost 8 o'clock. We sat down on the couches and started what little homework we still hadn't finished.
Hedwig, my snowy owl, tapped on the window gently and Hermione quickly got up to let her in. A small breeze followed her in. Hedwig perched on my chair arm, ruffling her feathers before nipping my ear gently. I pulled the letter off her leg and opened it quickly.
Harry,
Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at 11:00pm. I need to tell you something.
Anon.
"Hey Hermione, come read this!" I said to her as she watched with interest my expression. I wondered who would send me an anonymous letter, should I go?
"I think you should go Harry." She stated obviously.
"And what if I am called up there to find it is actually Voldemort who wants to catch me unawares?"
"Harry, honestly. Do you think the paintings don't talk? Trust me when I say we would know if Voldemort was up there." I shrugged.
"I will think about it."
"Well I'm off to the library, go on Harry, your more than a match for anyone who thinks to hurt you up there. I bet it is harmless anyway." She said carelessly. This is certainly a surprise. Hermione is usually the cautious one. She has defiantly spent too long with Ron and me.
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I finished up my assignment at 10: 47pm. Just enough time to run up to the Astronomy Tower. I grabbed my Invisibility cloak, though it wouldn't matter if a teacher saw me, it would if this person was unfriendly. Wand in hand I set out.
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I climbed up the last flight of stairs into the astronomy tower. The lights were off and I quickly mutter under my breath "Lumos" Light filled the room and a shape moved closer to me.
"Harry, turn the light off, I don't want people to know we are up here and come looking." I quickly put out my wand light. Whoever it was knew about my cloak. I knew the voice from somewhere.
Suddenly the room filled with light again, and Hermione turned to face me.
"Harry, don't light the room up without making sure that the light won't be seen from outside."
Emma: Ok, you're wondering why Hermione dragged him to the astronomy tower? Cause I said so. So meh. - And you find out next chapter. And next chapter your going to say she could have said that in the common room. BUT IT IS IN THE ASTRONOMY TOWER BECAUSE... Ron or Emma or ANY of the prefects could walk in on the conversation. Oh, I just gave away too much.
Kathryn: O.o; the Horror.
Emma: Ok... Anyway, please review! And I'm thinking about rewriting the whole thing; please tell me if that is a bad idea.
Hope, Kathryn and Johanna: IT'S A BAD IDEA!
Emma: ... Bye!