Harry Potter and the Staff of Slytherin
Chapter Eight – Who Are You?
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Chapter dedicated to CoolPadfoot for being the 50th reviewer.
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Well, who are you?
I really wanna know
Tell me, who are you?
'Cause I really wanna know
~ The Who – Who Are You
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Harry was stunned.
He didn't think he had changed that much in the last couple of months, yet his best friend didn't recognize him!
His hair had grown quite long and his scar was now completely covered. He had also magically repaired his eyesight so his glasses had gone.
Other than that, and the fact that he was about five inches taller and much more muscular, he didn't think he was that different.
After a few seconds, Ron realised who it was and let him in.
"Where's your stuff, Harry?"
Harry stuck out his hand, said the word 'Trunk' and the trunk was summoned from his Magical Inventory that he had bought from Diagon Alley.
"How the hell did you do that?" asked Fred with an eyebrow raised.
Harry took out the Inventory from his back jeans pocket and showed it to the twins and Ron.
"That's nice. How much did it put you back?"
Harry went red, not willing to show off his wealth.
"Not much…was on sale," he muttered.
"Ah. Might have to get one myself."
"No point when you legally do magic. You could just shrink it and put it in your pocket. This means I don't have to do magic with a wand, so I don't get arrested again."
"Good point."
"By the way," he started before launching into his story about Malfoy and the plan to breakout the Azkaban Prisoners.
"We'll apparate to the Headquaters and let Dumbledore know. He'll know what to do."
"Thanks," smiled Harry but they had already gone.
"So what else you got in that little sack of yours?" Asked Ron.
Harry smirked and emptied the Inventory. He was glad that he had put the money he had gotten out into his pocket.
Ron raised his eyebrows at the number of books there were and then looked suspiciously at the titles.
"Look at this one, '50 ways to torture and kill a mudblood'."
He surveyed the books before them before asking the obvious question:
"Why have you got books about the Dark Arts, Harry?"
Harry sighed before settling into the explanation of the Bookstore before further explaining his encounter with Malfoy, including his disguising.
"You did what?" asked Ron, "disguised yourself?"
Harry displayed his new talents with disguise.
"I figured that I could make people stop staring at me."
"Could you teach me how to do that?" asked Ron eagerly.
"I'll give you the book when we get to Hogwarts. Then you can teach yourself."
"Thanks, Harry."
"No problem. I'd just throw it away now I've mastered it anyway."
"So what else is in the book?"
Harry then showed him what he had learned from the Wandless Magical Disguises book.
First, he changed his appearance by making his hair red and longer. He changed his features slightly to make them sharper. He then got rid of his scar and made himself a foot shorter.
"You look like a Weasley!" remarked Ron with amazement while gaping at him.
Then he made himself invisible before reappearing on the other side of the room.
"Whoa!" Ron shouted in amazement.
"I can also repel people, so they avoid me without knowing. Also, I can make people forget they saw me. And when I'm invisible, I also make no noise. Though I can't demonstrate any of those here."
"That's amazing, Harry. And I could learn to do all of that?"
"It might take a little longer. I was working at it for about 16 hours a day without doing anything else. You would be practising for around 3 hours a day at the most."
"You can't tell anyone though. I'd rather have Voldemort-"
"Don't say the name," he shouted.
"Sorry. I would rather You-Know-Who didn't know about this. It would be better if we went into a duel with him thinking I'm a weak little child still."
He agreed and Harry inquired as to the rest of the Weasley's whereabouts.
"The parents are in an Order meeting. Ginny is at Luna's house. Guess what," Ron rolled his eyes, "Luna lives just down the road so she's been here half of the time."
Poor Ron, Harry thought.
They spent the rest of the afternoon playing Quidditch. Harry's broom improvements helped a lot, as did his new-found agility and strength. Not to mention his stamina.
While playing Quidditch at the Dursley's, he had spent his time practising some dangerous Seeker moves, like the Wronski Feint, and also inventing a few of his own.
He had decided that he would involve himself in the Quaffle part of the game instead of constantly looking for the Snitch.
One of the moves involved simply distracting their chasers by pulling off a dive near them. He had noticed that everyone stopped to watch him when he went into a dive so he thought that he might as well use this fact to his advantage, as his chasers could then score a few points during the distraction.
Another move was to let one of his chasers holding the Quaffle hold the back of his broom while he went into a huge burst of speed towards the opposing goals. Then, everyone would get out of his way to avoid being plummeted by a Firebolt, leaving the chaser to score in one of the goals.
His favourite was one he called 'Break up'. When the opposing chasers were in the middle of a play, about the score, he barrel rolled through them, breaking up their move.
Another favourite was potentially dangerous, though brilliant. He would past a bludger, making sure it started tailing him. Then, with the bludger hot on his trail, he would fly towards and past an opposing player, sending the bludger into them.
Harry spent the afternoon practising these moves and throwing the Quaffle at Ron, who successfully pulled off a save every single time. Harry was amazed, Ron sure had improved over the summer.
The rest of the Weasleys returned soon after, except Ginny who owled them, telling them that she was staying at Luna's overnight.
They all greeted him warmly and Mrs. Weasley pulled him into the traditional motherly hug.
Things couldn't get better, he thought as they all went up to bed.
An irregular sleeping pattern is one of the worst things in the world for a teenaged boy. This was he found himself unable to sleep now. He realised that, although he had been receiving more or less the same amount of sleep as usual at the Dursley's, he had been going to sleep and getting up around 7 hours later than usual.
Wide awake, though everyone else was asleep, he decided to go downstairs and read one of his new books. That might make him tired.
He picked up his inventory and took it downstairs. A faint hum was emitting from it. Fascinated, he took the book that was humming.
It was one of the ones he got from the Ancient Book Store. It was humming and emitting a slight blue glow. He turned one of the pages and felt a tug at the navel.
It was the familiar effects of a Portkey. Harry was strongly reminded of the Third Task in his fourth year, an event that he still regularly had nightmares about.
He found himself cold and wet. It was pitch black. He sat up and banged his head, knocking him clean out.
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Sorry for the lame last paragraph, but you get the idea. He has been transported to somewhere and he doesn't know where.
Next chapter: Harry wakes up. He has no memory and he is in a forest 1000 years in the past.
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HermioneGreen: Voldemort wants to torture Harry into joining him.
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