Chapter 7: The Protection Spell
By the time twenty minutes past one came, there was a burst of flames, in the middle of the living room, and Dumbledore appeared with Fawkes on his shoulder. Everyone stared at him, and they quickly got out of their armchairs and backed away the three house elves went towards Dumbledore with some tea and biscuits. "Oh thank you." He took a biscuit and turned around to look at them. "Now then, I see a gathering of people that should not be here when the spell is cast, so would all of you mind going into the garden. It will not take long." Ron and Hermione looked at each other then to Harry, and walked off into the kitchen and out the back door, followed by Mrs Hobbs, and the three house elves. When the door had shut, Dumbledore sat himself down, and paused for a while. Both Harry and Page felt very nervous, neither of them knew how the protection spell was cast. Dumbledore then looked up at Harry, with his starry blue eyes. "Now then Harry, when the spell is complete you need only have to be here for a week before you can go back to Grimmauld place. Also you have the permission to do magic here, under the supervision of Page here." He turned towards Page and held out a shiny gold dagger, which was encrusted with blue and red gems. On the top of the dagger was a gold miniature statue of a Lion. "I need you to cut your finger, with this, and then give it to Harry, so he will cut his". Harry looked quite alarmed at this, but Harry knew that Dumbledore wouldn't hurt him. Page got the dagger and cut her index finger, sparkly red blood started to trickle down her hand, and then she gave the dagger to Harry, he did the same thing, he winced at the pain, not on his finger but his scar. "Yes, I thought that would happen. Now take this chalice and add a couple of drops of your blood in there." They did as they were told, Page took the chalice and added in three drops of blood and Harry the same. There was already some solution in the bottom of the chalice, and it started to spark out yellow and blue stars, then it turned into a ball of emerald green flame. Dumbledore took back the chalice, and gestured them to come forwards. He tipped up the chalice and the ball of green flame, stopped in mid-air. "Now I want you to both touch the flame, after I have finished the spell, do not be alarmed at what will happen. For what ever will happen, it will happen for a reason." Dumbledore then started the spell; it went on for a couple of minutes, suddenly the ball of flame turned a brilliant bright gold that shone through the whole room. Dumbledore stopped speaking and nodded which gave them the permission to touch it. It felt warm and happiness shone through Page so much that it made her legs shake and she started to cry. She couldn't see Harry though the light, but she was sure he had the same feeling. Then all of a sudden the ball turned red, Page tried to take her hand away from the flame but she couldn't, at that time she started hear screaming, a man's voice. "LILLY TAKE HARRY AND RUN! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! AHHHH! NOOO!!! HARRY!!!" Page woke up in a chair. She had blacked out. Someone was dabbing her face with a cool cloth. She opened her eyes, Annie the house elf was holding her hand, and crying. "Miss was h-hurt, oh d-dear. She has been hurt, w-what shall I d-do without M-miss." Groggily Page sat up, the elf squealed and jumped back. "Miss! You is alright Miss?" She ran off out of sight, Page looked up and saw Harry in a chair opposite her he was awake, and by the looks of it very clammy and shaken up he was holding his head in his heads. Ron was standing over him looking extremely alarmed. "Professor, are you alright?" Hermione went over to her and kneeled down. "Yes, I'm fine Hermione. Where's Dumbledore? What happened?" Hermione looked over behind her, and Page felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked around and Dumbledore was standing behind her. "Are you feeling all right Page?" His voice sounded croaky and sad. She nodded, then all of a sudden a streak of white-hot pain seared above her right eyebrow, she clenched her teeth, and started to rub her head. "I thought that might happen. You are now feeling Harry's scar. Only in this case its not as bad as what Harry feels." Page looked up at Harry, he looked upset. Page got up and went to the mirror to look at her forehead. She gasped as she saw a faint lightening bolt across her forehead. She quickly turned around and stared at Dumbledore. "What happened to me and Harry, why have I got this faint scar on my forehead?" She was shaking and afraid. Dumbledore didn't smile, but sat down and rested his chin on his crossed fingers. There was silence for a while, and then he said softly, "The spell, has caused you to mimic Harry's scar. I wondered if it would do something like that. After the spell had finished both of you were unconscious, you where both out for quite a while." "Who was that man's voice, the one who was screaming?" Dumbledore didn't say anything. But it was Harry who answered. "It was my Dad's. I have heard his voice before, but never so clearly like that. I have heard my mum and dad's voice's ever since those dementors came onto the train in my third year. Every time I felt a dementor, I heard them screaming." Page looked worried, and went over to sit next to him. She gave him a pat on the back, and stroked his hair. He looked up at her, and saw her scar, and went to touch it. He brushed aside her fringe, and saw a faint mimic of his scar. He seemed a little shocked but he didn't say any thing. Everyone in the house was silent, by the time Dumbledore had left. Ron, Hermione and Harry went outside to talk; while Page was eating some chocolate that Mrs Hobbs gave her. By the time 6 o'clock came, the fire was lit for Ron and Hermione to go back to Grimmauld place. "You can come and visit tomorrow if you want, I'm taking Harry into the village, there is a little alley way that is for us to go and do some shopping." Page said as Ron threw some floo powder into the flames. As they turned green, Ron said thank you, said "Thirteen Grimmauld Place" and was gone. "Thank you for having us. I would love to come tomorrow. I'll see you at nine Professor. Bye Harry." She stepped into the flames, shouted "Thirteen Grimmauld Place" and was also gone.
By the time twenty minutes past one came, there was a burst of flames, in the middle of the living room, and Dumbledore appeared with Fawkes on his shoulder. Everyone stared at him, and they quickly got out of their armchairs and backed away the three house elves went towards Dumbledore with some tea and biscuits. "Oh thank you." He took a biscuit and turned around to look at them. "Now then, I see a gathering of people that should not be here when the spell is cast, so would all of you mind going into the garden. It will not take long." Ron and Hermione looked at each other then to Harry, and walked off into the kitchen and out the back door, followed by Mrs Hobbs, and the three house elves. When the door had shut, Dumbledore sat himself down, and paused for a while. Both Harry and Page felt very nervous, neither of them knew how the protection spell was cast. Dumbledore then looked up at Harry, with his starry blue eyes. "Now then Harry, when the spell is complete you need only have to be here for a week before you can go back to Grimmauld place. Also you have the permission to do magic here, under the supervision of Page here." He turned towards Page and held out a shiny gold dagger, which was encrusted with blue and red gems. On the top of the dagger was a gold miniature statue of a Lion. "I need you to cut your finger, with this, and then give it to Harry, so he will cut his". Harry looked quite alarmed at this, but Harry knew that Dumbledore wouldn't hurt him. Page got the dagger and cut her index finger, sparkly red blood started to trickle down her hand, and then she gave the dagger to Harry, he did the same thing, he winced at the pain, not on his finger but his scar. "Yes, I thought that would happen. Now take this chalice and add a couple of drops of your blood in there." They did as they were told, Page took the chalice and added in three drops of blood and Harry the same. There was already some solution in the bottom of the chalice, and it started to spark out yellow and blue stars, then it turned into a ball of emerald green flame. Dumbledore took back the chalice, and gestured them to come forwards. He tipped up the chalice and the ball of green flame, stopped in mid-air. "Now I want you to both touch the flame, after I have finished the spell, do not be alarmed at what will happen. For what ever will happen, it will happen for a reason." Dumbledore then started the spell; it went on for a couple of minutes, suddenly the ball of flame turned a brilliant bright gold that shone through the whole room. Dumbledore stopped speaking and nodded which gave them the permission to touch it. It felt warm and happiness shone through Page so much that it made her legs shake and she started to cry. She couldn't see Harry though the light, but she was sure he had the same feeling. Then all of a sudden the ball turned red, Page tried to take her hand away from the flame but she couldn't, at that time she started hear screaming, a man's voice. "LILLY TAKE HARRY AND RUN! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! AHHHH! NOOO!!! HARRY!!!" Page woke up in a chair. She had blacked out. Someone was dabbing her face with a cool cloth. She opened her eyes, Annie the house elf was holding her hand, and crying. "Miss was h-hurt, oh d-dear. She has been hurt, w-what shall I d-do without M-miss." Groggily Page sat up, the elf squealed and jumped back. "Miss! You is alright Miss?" She ran off out of sight, Page looked up and saw Harry in a chair opposite her he was awake, and by the looks of it very clammy and shaken up he was holding his head in his heads. Ron was standing over him looking extremely alarmed. "Professor, are you alright?" Hermione went over to her and kneeled down. "Yes, I'm fine Hermione. Where's Dumbledore? What happened?" Hermione looked over behind her, and Page felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked around and Dumbledore was standing behind her. "Are you feeling all right Page?" His voice sounded croaky and sad. She nodded, then all of a sudden a streak of white-hot pain seared above her right eyebrow, she clenched her teeth, and started to rub her head. "I thought that might happen. You are now feeling Harry's scar. Only in this case its not as bad as what Harry feels." Page looked up at Harry, he looked upset. Page got up and went to the mirror to look at her forehead. She gasped as she saw a faint lightening bolt across her forehead. She quickly turned around and stared at Dumbledore. "What happened to me and Harry, why have I got this faint scar on my forehead?" She was shaking and afraid. Dumbledore didn't smile, but sat down and rested his chin on his crossed fingers. There was silence for a while, and then he said softly, "The spell, has caused you to mimic Harry's scar. I wondered if it would do something like that. After the spell had finished both of you were unconscious, you where both out for quite a while." "Who was that man's voice, the one who was screaming?" Dumbledore didn't say anything. But it was Harry who answered. "It was my Dad's. I have heard his voice before, but never so clearly like that. I have heard my mum and dad's voice's ever since those dementors came onto the train in my third year. Every time I felt a dementor, I heard them screaming." Page looked worried, and went over to sit next to him. She gave him a pat on the back, and stroked his hair. He looked up at her, and saw her scar, and went to touch it. He brushed aside her fringe, and saw a faint mimic of his scar. He seemed a little shocked but he didn't say any thing. Everyone in the house was silent, by the time Dumbledore had left. Ron, Hermione and Harry went outside to talk; while Page was eating some chocolate that Mrs Hobbs gave her. By the time 6 o'clock came, the fire was lit for Ron and Hermione to go back to Grimmauld place. "You can come and visit tomorrow if you want, I'm taking Harry into the village, there is a little alley way that is for us to go and do some shopping." Page said as Ron threw some floo powder into the flames. As they turned green, Ron said thank you, said "Thirteen Grimmauld Place" and was gone. "Thank you for having us. I would love to come tomorrow. I'll see you at nine Professor. Bye Harry." She stepped into the flames, shouted "Thirteen Grimmauld Place" and was also gone.