Title: The Potter Game
Author: The one and only
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, but this plot sure is.
Notes: Hm... You know... The Time Turner is a plot I already know through and through, because of Role playing it with Jake and Rose (Oh god people, not that way!... You know you were thinking it.) And Random Harry Potterness is just stupid. So I believe this is one of my actual stories. I will take quotes from two people and insert them here. "Gaspo!" and "Le gasp!" =D The rating is for.. I don't know. Just felt like it. giggle giggle, snicker snicker, cough cough, choke choke
Chapter One: What is The Potter Game?
"Is Mr. Harry Potter home?" an eerie voice came from the telephone to Vernon Dursley's ears. Vernon grumbled. Well, at least he wasn't yelling.
"Harry! Phone!" he yelled. A surprised and curious looking Harry trotted down the steps and took the phone.
"Hello?"
"Harry Potter?"
"This is him. May I ask who is calling?"
"Someone will soon be at your house to pick you up and take you to the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic. You will be headed to the Department of Mysteries. Get ready to play, The Potter Game." The phone clicked and Harry heard the ring tone. What was this all about? The Potter Game? Who was on the phone? Why didn't they just send an owl? Harry's head swam with unanswered questions. An hour later, a car pulled up in the driveway. A knock was heard on the door of Number 4, Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon answered.
In the doorway, a man stood. He was shadowy. A silhouette of fears burning and raging inside every deep, dank soul in the world. It was like a dementor, in human form. Harry wasn't even sure if this was a man. The person had on a long, black trench coat. And they wore all black too. Black shoes, black pants, black jumper. The sides of the trench coat came up, covering their face from view. They also wore black sunglasses and a black hat.
"Harry Potter?" It was the voice from the phone. Harry gulped and nodded. Uncle Vernon didn't speak, he was gaping at Silhouette, which Harry now called the person in his head. "Come with me." Silhouette said and Harry followed him out the door, and into his car. They didn't say anything until they arrived at the Ministry, walking into the Department of Mysteries. They walked into the circular room, with all the doors. Silhouette looked around, searching each door. He finally decided upon one and opened it, leading Harry into a room with one table surrounded by chairs. "You are the last to arrive. Please be seated."
Harry looked around at very familiar faces and then one not so familiar face. Nine other people where here. Remus John Lupin, a questioning look on his face. Ronald Weasley, a frightening glance on his. Hermione Granger, chewing her lower lip. Charlie Weasley, suspicion lingered on his eyes. Sybil Trelawny, her bug eyes darting around the room. Draco Malfoy, a sneer on his face as if his time was being wasted. Luna Lovegood, dreamily staring at Ron. And then someone else. She was older, Lupin's age, Harry guessed. She had black hair that fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were bright green. Exactly like his.. The last person was Neville Longbottom, fear encased on his face.
"Welcome!" Silhouette suddenly shouted. Harry jumped in his seat, and he realized he wasn't the only one that did. Silhouette smiled, "To The Potter Game."
"The Potter Game? What the bloody hell is going on Potter?" Draco gave Harry a wary look. Harry shrugged, truthfully. He had no clue. Silhouette smirked, taking off his trench coat. Harry figured that he actually was a guy. Just from the frame of his face.
"None of you have any clue why you are here. And the truth is... I don't either." he said. He took off his hat and his sunglasses. He had shaven black hair and his eyes were a misty bluish color.
"What is this nonsense?" Charlie said.
"It's exactly what I've told you. The Potter Game." he pulled out a large envelope from a filing cabinet. "All I've been told is to read this." he said, pulling out a sheet of paper. And he read it aloud.
Hello, all of my guests here today! I knew each and every one of you, in my life how long it was. My name is Albus Dumbledore. And I am here, or rather not, to tell you that I am dead. Sit down, Mr. Lupin. (Indeed Lupin had jumped up at that and sat down, rather oddly.
How could Dumbledore know Lupin was going to do that?) I did not die from old age. Though I'm sure it wouldn't surprise a few of you! No, I was killed. Hush down now, Neville. (Neville had cried out, in surprise and sadness.) I was killed... by one of you. (Harry and Ron's eyes
flew straight to Draco who returned the favor with a glare. Luna shivered.) I have named this The Potter Game. Mind you, "The Weasley Game", "The Longbottom Game", "The Lupin Game", "The Malfoy Game", "The Lovegood Game", "The Granger Game", "The Trelawny Game", and "The Evans Game"
just didn't work for me. Sit down, Harry. (Harry had stood up at the word 'Evans'.) It is up to you to figure out who killed me. The clues are many but one truth does prevail. You will be locked inside a mansion, that holds all the clues you need. You will be locked inside.. Together.
Don't hold back. And do not dare to leave. Truth, my friends, is stranger than fiction.. Still most of us tend to disbelieve truth before we'd question a lie.
You will be paired up with a partner. The lovely gentleman reading this has a list, if he just reaches back into the envelope and pulls it out. And with this, I leave you to ponder one thing: If things are always coming your way, are you driving in the right direction?
Everyone stared around. Things were heard such as, 'This is lunacy.. No offense to Lupin.' 'If my father knew..' and 'Oh look at the pattern on the ceiling!' Silhouette pulled another paper from out of the envelope. "I'm guessing these are the pairings then." he said. Harry shrugged and Trelawny grunted. "They are as follows.."
ONE
Remus John Lupin - Ex-Professor (John? So that's what the J is!)
Camellia Evans - Dedicated Author (Evans.. There is was again! It couldn't be anything to do with my mother..) (Camellia.. What a pretty flower..)
TWO
Draco Thomas Malfoy - Student and Quidditch Player (Thomas?...)
Hermione Hera Granger - Student and Logic Worker (Stuck with Mudblood? Oi, what a day!)
THREE
Charles Gregory Weasley - Dragon keeper (Please let it be me.. Please!)
Neville Brayden Longbottom - Student and Plant Caretaker (Plant Caretaker.. Hm.)
FOUR
Ronald Joshua Weasley - Student and Chess Player (Would've expected a more weird middle name, but okay..)
Sybil Bess Trelawny - Divination Professor (HOLY BLOODY MURDER FUCKING SHIT!)
FIVE
Harry James Potter - Student and Quidditch Player (James.. Just like his father...)
Luna Lynette Lovegood - Student and Dedicated Quibbler Reader (L. L. L... cute.)
"These are the pairings, and that's all this says. I guess you're on your own once I drop you off and lock you in the mansion. So there's only one thing left for me to say." Silhouette put on his cap and his sunglasses, picking up his trench coat and smiling at them all, "Welcome to The Potter Game."
Author: The one and only
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, but this plot sure is.
Notes: Hm... You know... The Time Turner is a plot I already know through and through, because of Role playing it with Jake and Rose (Oh god people, not that way!... You know you were thinking it.) And Random Harry Potterness is just stupid. So I believe this is one of my actual stories. I will take quotes from two people and insert them here. "Gaspo!" and "Le gasp!" =D The rating is for.. I don't know. Just felt like it. giggle giggle, snicker snicker, cough cough, choke choke
Chapter One: What is The Potter Game?
"Is Mr. Harry Potter home?" an eerie voice came from the telephone to Vernon Dursley's ears. Vernon grumbled. Well, at least he wasn't yelling.
"Harry! Phone!" he yelled. A surprised and curious looking Harry trotted down the steps and took the phone.
"Hello?"
"Harry Potter?"
"This is him. May I ask who is calling?"
"Someone will soon be at your house to pick you up and take you to the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic. You will be headed to the Department of Mysteries. Get ready to play, The Potter Game." The phone clicked and Harry heard the ring tone. What was this all about? The Potter Game? Who was on the phone? Why didn't they just send an owl? Harry's head swam with unanswered questions. An hour later, a car pulled up in the driveway. A knock was heard on the door of Number 4, Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon answered.
In the doorway, a man stood. He was shadowy. A silhouette of fears burning and raging inside every deep, dank soul in the world. It was like a dementor, in human form. Harry wasn't even sure if this was a man. The person had on a long, black trench coat. And they wore all black too. Black shoes, black pants, black jumper. The sides of the trench coat came up, covering their face from view. They also wore black sunglasses and a black hat.
"Harry Potter?" It was the voice from the phone. Harry gulped and nodded. Uncle Vernon didn't speak, he was gaping at Silhouette, which Harry now called the person in his head. "Come with me." Silhouette said and Harry followed him out the door, and into his car. They didn't say anything until they arrived at the Ministry, walking into the Department of Mysteries. They walked into the circular room, with all the doors. Silhouette looked around, searching each door. He finally decided upon one and opened it, leading Harry into a room with one table surrounded by chairs. "You are the last to arrive. Please be seated."
Harry looked around at very familiar faces and then one not so familiar face. Nine other people where here. Remus John Lupin, a questioning look on his face. Ronald Weasley, a frightening glance on his. Hermione Granger, chewing her lower lip. Charlie Weasley, suspicion lingered on his eyes. Sybil Trelawny, her bug eyes darting around the room. Draco Malfoy, a sneer on his face as if his time was being wasted. Luna Lovegood, dreamily staring at Ron. And then someone else. She was older, Lupin's age, Harry guessed. She had black hair that fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were bright green. Exactly like his.. The last person was Neville Longbottom, fear encased on his face.
"Welcome!" Silhouette suddenly shouted. Harry jumped in his seat, and he realized he wasn't the only one that did. Silhouette smiled, "To The Potter Game."
"The Potter Game? What the bloody hell is going on Potter?" Draco gave Harry a wary look. Harry shrugged, truthfully. He had no clue. Silhouette smirked, taking off his trench coat. Harry figured that he actually was a guy. Just from the frame of his face.
"None of you have any clue why you are here. And the truth is... I don't either." he said. He took off his hat and his sunglasses. He had shaven black hair and his eyes were a misty bluish color.
"What is this nonsense?" Charlie said.
"It's exactly what I've told you. The Potter Game." he pulled out a large envelope from a filing cabinet. "All I've been told is to read this." he said, pulling out a sheet of paper. And he read it aloud.
Hello, all of my guests here today! I knew each and every one of you, in my life how long it was. My name is Albus Dumbledore. And I am here, or rather not, to tell you that I am dead. Sit down, Mr. Lupin. (Indeed Lupin had jumped up at that and sat down, rather oddly.
How could Dumbledore know Lupin was going to do that?) I did not die from old age. Though I'm sure it wouldn't surprise a few of you! No, I was killed. Hush down now, Neville. (Neville had cried out, in surprise and sadness.) I was killed... by one of you. (Harry and Ron's eyes
flew straight to Draco who returned the favor with a glare. Luna shivered.) I have named this The Potter Game. Mind you, "The Weasley Game", "The Longbottom Game", "The Lupin Game", "The Malfoy Game", "The Lovegood Game", "The Granger Game", "The Trelawny Game", and "The Evans Game"
just didn't work for me. Sit down, Harry. (Harry had stood up at the word 'Evans'.) It is up to you to figure out who killed me. The clues are many but one truth does prevail. You will be locked inside a mansion, that holds all the clues you need. You will be locked inside.. Together.
Don't hold back. And do not dare to leave. Truth, my friends, is stranger than fiction.. Still most of us tend to disbelieve truth before we'd question a lie.
You will be paired up with a partner. The lovely gentleman reading this has a list, if he just reaches back into the envelope and pulls it out. And with this, I leave you to ponder one thing: If things are always coming your way, are you driving in the right direction?
Everyone stared around. Things were heard such as, 'This is lunacy.. No offense to Lupin.' 'If my father knew..' and 'Oh look at the pattern on the ceiling!' Silhouette pulled another paper from out of the envelope. "I'm guessing these are the pairings then." he said. Harry shrugged and Trelawny grunted. "They are as follows.."
ONE
Remus John Lupin - Ex-Professor (John? So that's what the J is!)
Camellia Evans - Dedicated Author (Evans.. There is was again! It couldn't be anything to do with my mother..) (Camellia.. What a pretty flower..)
TWO
Draco Thomas Malfoy - Student and Quidditch Player (Thomas?...)
Hermione Hera Granger - Student and Logic Worker (Stuck with Mudblood? Oi, what a day!)
THREE
Charles Gregory Weasley - Dragon keeper (Please let it be me.. Please!)
Neville Brayden Longbottom - Student and Plant Caretaker (Plant Caretaker.. Hm.)
FOUR
Ronald Joshua Weasley - Student and Chess Player (Would've expected a more weird middle name, but okay..)
Sybil Bess Trelawny - Divination Professor (HOLY BLOODY MURDER FUCKING SHIT!)
FIVE
Harry James Potter - Student and Quidditch Player (James.. Just like his father...)
Luna Lynette Lovegood - Student and Dedicated Quibbler Reader (L. L. L... cute.)
"These are the pairings, and that's all this says. I guess you're on your own once I drop you off and lock you in the mansion. So there's only one thing left for me to say." Silhouette put on his cap and his sunglasses, picking up his trench coat and smiling at them all, "Welcome to The Potter Game."