Harry Potter and the True Heir of Slytherin
Chapter 7: Siren's Song
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Harry, following Professor Dumbledore, soon made his way to the top of the winding stairs and to the door of the office. Dumbledore opened the door, and let Harry in first. The phoenix that sat in a cage next to the office window looked at Harry, and flapped its
wings excitedly.
"Hey Fawkes," Harry said, walking over to him.
Dumbledore walked into the office and closed the door behind him. "Have a seat, Harry," he said pointing to a chair on the opposite side of his desk. Harry sat down in it and Dumbledore sat in the chair behind the desk. Dumbledore placed his hands, folded, on the desk and looked at Harry.
"I'm very sorry to hear about your relatives," he said kindly.
Harry simply nodded his head solemnly and replied, "Have you found out who else was
behind it? I mean, besides Voldemort?"
"I'm afraid that it was only Voldemort behind it," Dumbledore said gravely, "Which means
his powers have grown greatly."
Harry eyebrows curved in towards his forehead. "But. Snape, he said that there was
somebody else behind it, and so did Mad-Eye Moody - the REAL Mad-Eye that is - in the
Daily Prophet."
"Indeed there was somebody else behind ," Dumbledore continued, "and they could not
help it, for they were under Voldemort's control, and were unwilling."
All of this greatly confused Harry. Then, his memories of Voldemort came flooding back
to him, and he remembered about the Imperius Curse.
"They were under the Imperius Curse?" Harry asked.
"Exactly," Dumbledore answered, taking a deep breath.
Harry thought more about who the person could've been. They'd have to have been pretty
powerful. "So, do you know who it was, though?" Harry asked anxiously.
"Yes, I do," Dumbledore replied, "but they are now under my protection, and I cannot
reveal their identity to anyone who does not already know. Perhaps, when you are ready,
Harry, I will tell you, considering that they do not tell you first."
Harry somewhat nodded and continued to think of who the person could possibly be. Was it someone he knew?
"Now," Dumbledore continued, changing the topic, "Is there more that you wish to talk
about, Harry?"
"Oh, er, yeah," Harry said, losing his trail of thoughts, "Um, Sirius told me, over the summer, about the heirs of Slytherin. He said that they changed their last name to Ridge, and well....Siren, her last name is Ridge. Is she somehow related to Salazar, or to Voldemort?"
Dumbledore raised his thick gray eyebrows. Harry couldn't tell if that was because he
was surprised, shocked, or impressed. Harry didn't say anything, nor did Dumbledore. For a moment, Harry thought that he was in trouble, because Dumbledore seemed to be looking through Harry's mind, as if he was looking for the truth. Harry was starting to go through denial at that point, and even slight embarrassment. He had a strange feeling that what he had just suggested was completely stupid, and that Dumbledore must have thought him a fool. Dumbledore, however, smiled.
"My, my," he said, still looking very intensely at Harry, "You are quite the clever
teenager, Harry."
Harry simply looked at Dumbledore. What was that supposed to mean? It wasn't that
hard to figure it out, after all.
"So, I'm right?" Harry asked calmly, "She is related to him?"
Dumbledore nodded and replied, "Yes. You're very right. Siren, however, is nothing at
all like Voldemort of Salazar, save the fact that she is very powerful, so you needn't worry."
Harry wasn't very surprised at this, however. Something about her did remind him of
Voldemort. It was her eyes. Or was it her hair? It was both of them, actually. "Oh," Harry replied, "so...is she Voldemort's niece or something? Distant cousin?" Dumbledore smiled and replied, "Oh no, Harry, much closer than that. Siren is
Voldemort's granddaughter."
Harry's jaw dropped a good inch or so. He could feel his mind overflowing with all sorts
of questions and emotions; fear, anger, hate, confusion, interest, hopelessness. "What?" he finally exclaimed, "Voldemort had children?!"
"Voldemort had one child, yes," Dumbledore replied, shaking his head , as though old
memories were haunting his mind, "He had a son named Seth. Seth was a normal wizard who lived with his mother, Guinevere Keenan, who was once one of Voldemort's most trustworthy followers. He fell in love with her, when he still had the capability to love, and she bore him a child, Seth. However, Guinevere was never in love with Voldemort. Some claimed that she used him for his power and authority. She eventually left him, for some reason or another, and she lived with her brother, Angus. Once Voldemort found out where she was hiding, he attacked their home and killed both Angus and Guinevere, then took Seth, who was then only 6 years old, to live with him. Seth was thus raised to become another vessel for his father's evil.
"Eventually, when Seth was matured, he fell in love with a Russian witch, named Raven
Kozlovski. Kozlovski was muggleborn, so Voldemort forbade Seth to see her. Their love, however, was stronger than that, and Seth secretly left his father and moved to Moscow with Raven. Raven was also an animagus, and could turn into a beautiful black bird. Seth told her to remain as a bird for a while, for he knew that his father was after the both of them. Raven fled, and Seth was soonafter killed by his father. Raven, however, made her way safely to Rome, Italy. She hadn't told Seth that she was pregnant before she left, and Seth never knew he was to be a father.
"It's tragic, really. If Seth had lived, he may have been able to fix the conflict between the
heirs of Slytherin and the heirs of Gryffindor (which I can only assume Sirius told you
about). But now, that burden lies upon you and Siren."
"If she'd ever talk to me without taking off as if she'd seen a ghost," Harry replied dully.
"And what do you mean by that?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"Every time she sees me," Harry replied, "she just takes off. It's almost as if she's afraid of
me."
"Should she be?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling behind his half moon spectacles.
What on earth did he mean by that? Harry thought. Dumbledore just said that Siren was
powerful, like Voldemort, so why should she fear Harry?
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, somewhat suspiciously.
Dumbledore, however, replied very seriously, "She knows who you are, Harry. She knows you're the heir of Gryffindor. She's probably afraid that you'll try to harm her once you knew of her ancestry."
"What?" Harry laughed, though uneasily. "I'm not going to do anything. I should be
worried about her, I mean, don't the Slytherins usually start the fighting anyways? And
you did say that was powerful, right?"
"Oh yes, very powerful," Dumbledore smiled. He looked at Harry for a moment, and
Harry once again got the feeling that he was searching through his mind. "Well then," Dumbledore continued, "perhaps you should tell Siren of your good intentions. Let her know that you're not interested in fighting."
Dumbledore sat up and paced around a bit, and finally stood before the large window
which looked out towards the Forbidden Forest, and a few mountains which sprang up behind Hogsmeade.. He looked out at the horizon for a bit, as if he was looking for something that he knew was there, but just couldn't see. He then put his head down, in a somewhat disappointed way. Then, without looking away from the floor, Dumbledore spoke to Harry in a very quiet, saddened voice. "I fear that you may be in grave danger this year, Harry," he said. He finally looked at Harry. As Harry looked back at him, he noticed that the twinkle which was once behind his eyes had gone out. What used to look like a very charismatic Headmaster was now a tired, weary, old man. Though Dumbledore said no word to Harry at this point, Harry got the impression
that even Dumbledore didn't know how they were going to stop Voldemort this time.
"I'm afraid Siren may be your only hope, Harry," Dumbledore said to him.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "is she more powerful than Voldemort?"
Dumbledore smiled, reassuringly, but answered, "No. Not from what I can tell. Not yet,
at least. However, you need more than just power to succeed. She alone may hold the secret that will stop Voldemort." Harry was very confused at this. "I don't understand," he said.
Dumbledore simply smiled, and the twinkle in his eyes reappeared. "You will one day,
Harry," he said. "You will."
Dumbledore clasped his hands neatly behind his back and continued to look out the
window. "Is there anything else you would like to talk about, Harry?" he asked.
Harry thought about it for a few moments. He wanted to tell Dumbledore about the weird, enchanting music he seemed to hear most of the time around Siren, but what would Dumbledore say about that? He would probably think that Harry was crazy. Maybe Harry was crazy. Either way, he decided to tell him.
"Yeah," Harry finally replied, "um, I know this sounds weird, but-" Harry tried to think
of the right way to put it, "Well, a few times when I've been near Siren, I've heard
music - almost like some sort of...enchanting song."
Dumbledore turned away from the window to look at Harry. He raised his eyebrows. "Really? he asked with a slight laugh.
Harry looked up innocently at Dumbledore. "Please tell me I haven't lost my marbles, Professor," he added.
Dumbledore laughed at bit at this and shook his head. he walked back towards his desk
and sat down again.
"Lost your marbles?" Dumbledore repeated, "No, no. There's an explanation for it. You see, Harry Raven Kozlovski named her daughter Siren for a reason."
After seeing that Harry still didn't understand, Dumbledore explained it a bit more.
"You see, sirens were mythological creatures with very enchanting voices. They would
use their songs to lure mariners towards them.
"Now, when Siren was born, all who were present claimed to
have heard a beautiful singing in their heads. Nobody knew why at the time, but some who are close to her are beginning to understand it. She cannot control it, however, form what she has told me. But you, harry, you are the youngest wizard I've ever known who has been able to hear her song."
Harry was in awe. So it was Siren who was singing. How interesting.
"So," Harry continued, "did she inherit this from her mom or something?"
"No, not that I know of," Dumbledore replied, "I believe the only other person who was
ever able to do that was Lady Andreala. Lady Andreala was a very powerful Dark Witch
in the days when Hogwarts was built in Charms and Enchantments."
"Andreala?" Harry asked, "that name seems familiar."
"Perhaps you heard of her in History class?" Dumbledore smiled, "she was quite famous."
"What did she do?" Harry asked curiously.
"I'm sure you'll learn that in your Dark Arts class," Dumbledore replied, "I think Siren will be teaching a bit of the History of Dark Arts as well. Perhaps when she's ready, she'll explain to you herself who she inherited her enchanting song from."
"Right," Harry replied. But Harry still didn't know why he saw a vision of Siren during
the sorting ceremony. Was he just daydreaming, or was it part of the enchantment?
"But something else is bothering you, I see," Dumbledore added.
"What?" Harry asked, snapping out of his deep thoughts.
"You look a little pre-occupied," Dumbledore continued, "is there anything else on your
mind?"
Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Dumbledore about the vision. 'I promised myself I'd tell him everything this time,' Harry thought to himself. And so, taking deep breath, he told him.
"Yeah, about the enchantment," Harry replied, "well, when I heard the singing, I sorta
saw a vision with it, too."
"A vision?" Dumbledore asked enthusiastically, "Well this should be interesting! Tell me
about it."
Harry took yet another deep breath and continued, "Well, I don't remember too much of
it. It was weird - I saw the form of a girl against a really bright light. I remember seeing a
lot of stars all around me. And when the shape got closer, I realized that it was Siren, and
she was singing."
Harry paused and looked at Dumbledore. He was staring attentively at Harry, as though
he was expecting more to the vision. "That's it," Harry said uneasily. "Interesting indeed," Dumbledore said, still staring at Harry.
"So," Harry said, feeling a little uncomfortable, "well, what does that mean?"
Dumbledore placed his hands on the desk and shook his head slightly, "I haven't the
faintest idea."
Harry blinked stupidly at that. "Oh," he said, "OK..."
Dumbledore smiled at Harry and replied, "There are many secrets to Siren - even I don't
know all of them." He stood up and walked towards Fawkes's cage and stuck his hand
through the bars to pet him.
"I will think about the vision, for a while, though," he continued, "and see if I can't figure
out what it means. I'll tell you immediately if I do, Harry."
"Alright," Harry said, standing up himself, "I should probably go now. It's getting late."
"Ah, yes," Dumbledore said, turning from Fawkes and walked towards the door. He
opened it, and looked down at Harry. "I'll walk a bit of the way with you, Harry. Siren's office is on the way."
"Oh," Harry said nervously, "why do you want to go there?"
"Oh, well I thought that I might ask her about this vision of yours." Dumbledore replied,
holding the door open for Harry.
"No!" Harry said quickly.
Dumbledore looked at him with a bit of surprise.
"I mean-" Harry continued, "I don't really want her to know about it...do you think you
can just leave my name out of it?"
"Of course I can," Dumbledore replied kindly, following Harry out the door and down the
winding stairs. Harry and Dumbledore made their way down the corridors leading to the Gryffindor
common room. When they were 3/4 of the way there, Dumbledore stopped. Harry did as
well.
"Well, this is where we must part," said Dumbledore, "Goodnight Harry."
"Goodnight Professor," Harry replied, and with that, Harry turned away to leave.
"The password to your common room is 'Quidditch Champion,' by the way," Dumbledore
called after him.
"Oh, thanks," Harry called back, and he left. When Harry finally managed to get to the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, the Fat Lady was fast asleep.
"Quidditch Champion," Harry said sleepily.
The Fat Lady simply snored loudly, not taking any notice of Harry in her deep sleep.
"I said, QUIDDITCH CHAMPION," Harry said much more loudly.
The Fat Lady woke up with a start. "Right you are," she replied with a yawn. The painting swung open, allowing Harry to pass through. Harry planned on telling Ron and Hermione everything that had happened, in detail, oncehe got in. He took a deep breath, and walked through.
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I hope it that was enjoyable for you (sorry about the jacked up spacing...I couldn't fix it). You know what I found funny? I wrote this chapter more than a year ago, and the whole occlumency/legilimency thing from the Order of the Phoenix kinda ties in with this chapter. I mean, Dumbledore looks like he's reading Harry's mind and all....just kinda neat, I thought. I must have inspired JK :P I'm joking...I have nothing to do with Rowling or her wonderful books. Please don't sue me! *hides*
-Summer :)
Chapter 7: Siren's Song
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Harry, following Professor Dumbledore, soon made his way to the top of the winding stairs and to the door of the office. Dumbledore opened the door, and let Harry in first. The phoenix that sat in a cage next to the office window looked at Harry, and flapped its
wings excitedly.
"Hey Fawkes," Harry said, walking over to him.
Dumbledore walked into the office and closed the door behind him. "Have a seat, Harry," he said pointing to a chair on the opposite side of his desk. Harry sat down in it and Dumbledore sat in the chair behind the desk. Dumbledore placed his hands, folded, on the desk and looked at Harry.
"I'm very sorry to hear about your relatives," he said kindly.
Harry simply nodded his head solemnly and replied, "Have you found out who else was
behind it? I mean, besides Voldemort?"
"I'm afraid that it was only Voldemort behind it," Dumbledore said gravely, "Which means
his powers have grown greatly."
Harry eyebrows curved in towards his forehead. "But. Snape, he said that there was
somebody else behind it, and so did Mad-Eye Moody - the REAL Mad-Eye that is - in the
Daily Prophet."
"Indeed there was somebody else behind ," Dumbledore continued, "and they could not
help it, for they were under Voldemort's control, and were unwilling."
All of this greatly confused Harry. Then, his memories of Voldemort came flooding back
to him, and he remembered about the Imperius Curse.
"They were under the Imperius Curse?" Harry asked.
"Exactly," Dumbledore answered, taking a deep breath.
Harry thought more about who the person could've been. They'd have to have been pretty
powerful. "So, do you know who it was, though?" Harry asked anxiously.
"Yes, I do," Dumbledore replied, "but they are now under my protection, and I cannot
reveal their identity to anyone who does not already know. Perhaps, when you are ready,
Harry, I will tell you, considering that they do not tell you first."
Harry somewhat nodded and continued to think of who the person could possibly be. Was it someone he knew?
"Now," Dumbledore continued, changing the topic, "Is there more that you wish to talk
about, Harry?"
"Oh, er, yeah," Harry said, losing his trail of thoughts, "Um, Sirius told me, over the summer, about the heirs of Slytherin. He said that they changed their last name to Ridge, and well....Siren, her last name is Ridge. Is she somehow related to Salazar, or to Voldemort?"
Dumbledore raised his thick gray eyebrows. Harry couldn't tell if that was because he
was surprised, shocked, or impressed. Harry didn't say anything, nor did Dumbledore. For a moment, Harry thought that he was in trouble, because Dumbledore seemed to be looking through Harry's mind, as if he was looking for the truth. Harry was starting to go through denial at that point, and even slight embarrassment. He had a strange feeling that what he had just suggested was completely stupid, and that Dumbledore must have thought him a fool. Dumbledore, however, smiled.
"My, my," he said, still looking very intensely at Harry, "You are quite the clever
teenager, Harry."
Harry simply looked at Dumbledore. What was that supposed to mean? It wasn't that
hard to figure it out, after all.
"So, I'm right?" Harry asked calmly, "She is related to him?"
Dumbledore nodded and replied, "Yes. You're very right. Siren, however, is nothing at
all like Voldemort of Salazar, save the fact that she is very powerful, so you needn't worry."
Harry wasn't very surprised at this, however. Something about her did remind him of
Voldemort. It was her eyes. Or was it her hair? It was both of them, actually. "Oh," Harry replied, "so...is she Voldemort's niece or something? Distant cousin?" Dumbledore smiled and replied, "Oh no, Harry, much closer than that. Siren is
Voldemort's granddaughter."
Harry's jaw dropped a good inch or so. He could feel his mind overflowing with all sorts
of questions and emotions; fear, anger, hate, confusion, interest, hopelessness. "What?" he finally exclaimed, "Voldemort had children?!"
"Voldemort had one child, yes," Dumbledore replied, shaking his head , as though old
memories were haunting his mind, "He had a son named Seth. Seth was a normal wizard who lived with his mother, Guinevere Keenan, who was once one of Voldemort's most trustworthy followers. He fell in love with her, when he still had the capability to love, and she bore him a child, Seth. However, Guinevere was never in love with Voldemort. Some claimed that she used him for his power and authority. She eventually left him, for some reason or another, and she lived with her brother, Angus. Once Voldemort found out where she was hiding, he attacked their home and killed both Angus and Guinevere, then took Seth, who was then only 6 years old, to live with him. Seth was thus raised to become another vessel for his father's evil.
"Eventually, when Seth was matured, he fell in love with a Russian witch, named Raven
Kozlovski. Kozlovski was muggleborn, so Voldemort forbade Seth to see her. Their love, however, was stronger than that, and Seth secretly left his father and moved to Moscow with Raven. Raven was also an animagus, and could turn into a beautiful black bird. Seth told her to remain as a bird for a while, for he knew that his father was after the both of them. Raven fled, and Seth was soonafter killed by his father. Raven, however, made her way safely to Rome, Italy. She hadn't told Seth that she was pregnant before she left, and Seth never knew he was to be a father.
"It's tragic, really. If Seth had lived, he may have been able to fix the conflict between the
heirs of Slytherin and the heirs of Gryffindor (which I can only assume Sirius told you
about). But now, that burden lies upon you and Siren."
"If she'd ever talk to me without taking off as if she'd seen a ghost," Harry replied dully.
"And what do you mean by that?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"Every time she sees me," Harry replied, "she just takes off. It's almost as if she's afraid of
me."
"Should she be?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling behind his half moon spectacles.
What on earth did he mean by that? Harry thought. Dumbledore just said that Siren was
powerful, like Voldemort, so why should she fear Harry?
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, somewhat suspiciously.
Dumbledore, however, replied very seriously, "She knows who you are, Harry. She knows you're the heir of Gryffindor. She's probably afraid that you'll try to harm her once you knew of her ancestry."
"What?" Harry laughed, though uneasily. "I'm not going to do anything. I should be
worried about her, I mean, don't the Slytherins usually start the fighting anyways? And
you did say that was powerful, right?"
"Oh yes, very powerful," Dumbledore smiled. He looked at Harry for a moment, and
Harry once again got the feeling that he was searching through his mind. "Well then," Dumbledore continued, "perhaps you should tell Siren of your good intentions. Let her know that you're not interested in fighting."
Dumbledore sat up and paced around a bit, and finally stood before the large window
which looked out towards the Forbidden Forest, and a few mountains which sprang up behind Hogsmeade.. He looked out at the horizon for a bit, as if he was looking for something that he knew was there, but just couldn't see. He then put his head down, in a somewhat disappointed way. Then, without looking away from the floor, Dumbledore spoke to Harry in a very quiet, saddened voice. "I fear that you may be in grave danger this year, Harry," he said. He finally looked at Harry. As Harry looked back at him, he noticed that the twinkle which was once behind his eyes had gone out. What used to look like a very charismatic Headmaster was now a tired, weary, old man. Though Dumbledore said no word to Harry at this point, Harry got the impression
that even Dumbledore didn't know how they were going to stop Voldemort this time.
"I'm afraid Siren may be your only hope, Harry," Dumbledore said to him.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "is she more powerful than Voldemort?"
Dumbledore smiled, reassuringly, but answered, "No. Not from what I can tell. Not yet,
at least. However, you need more than just power to succeed. She alone may hold the secret that will stop Voldemort." Harry was very confused at this. "I don't understand," he said.
Dumbledore simply smiled, and the twinkle in his eyes reappeared. "You will one day,
Harry," he said. "You will."
Dumbledore clasped his hands neatly behind his back and continued to look out the
window. "Is there anything else you would like to talk about, Harry?" he asked.
Harry thought about it for a few moments. He wanted to tell Dumbledore about the weird, enchanting music he seemed to hear most of the time around Siren, but what would Dumbledore say about that? He would probably think that Harry was crazy. Maybe Harry was crazy. Either way, he decided to tell him.
"Yeah," Harry finally replied, "um, I know this sounds weird, but-" Harry tried to think
of the right way to put it, "Well, a few times when I've been near Siren, I've heard
music - almost like some sort of...enchanting song."
Dumbledore turned away from the window to look at Harry. He raised his eyebrows. "Really? he asked with a slight laugh.
Harry looked up innocently at Dumbledore. "Please tell me I haven't lost my marbles, Professor," he added.
Dumbledore laughed at bit at this and shook his head. he walked back towards his desk
and sat down again.
"Lost your marbles?" Dumbledore repeated, "No, no. There's an explanation for it. You see, Harry Raven Kozlovski named her daughter Siren for a reason."
After seeing that Harry still didn't understand, Dumbledore explained it a bit more.
"You see, sirens were mythological creatures with very enchanting voices. They would
use their songs to lure mariners towards them.
"Now, when Siren was born, all who were present claimed to
have heard a beautiful singing in their heads. Nobody knew why at the time, but some who are close to her are beginning to understand it. She cannot control it, however, form what she has told me. But you, harry, you are the youngest wizard I've ever known who has been able to hear her song."
Harry was in awe. So it was Siren who was singing. How interesting.
"So," Harry continued, "did she inherit this from her mom or something?"
"No, not that I know of," Dumbledore replied, "I believe the only other person who was
ever able to do that was Lady Andreala. Lady Andreala was a very powerful Dark Witch
in the days when Hogwarts was built in Charms and Enchantments."
"Andreala?" Harry asked, "that name seems familiar."
"Perhaps you heard of her in History class?" Dumbledore smiled, "she was quite famous."
"What did she do?" Harry asked curiously.
"I'm sure you'll learn that in your Dark Arts class," Dumbledore replied, "I think Siren will be teaching a bit of the History of Dark Arts as well. Perhaps when she's ready, she'll explain to you herself who she inherited her enchanting song from."
"Right," Harry replied. But Harry still didn't know why he saw a vision of Siren during
the sorting ceremony. Was he just daydreaming, or was it part of the enchantment?
"But something else is bothering you, I see," Dumbledore added.
"What?" Harry asked, snapping out of his deep thoughts.
"You look a little pre-occupied," Dumbledore continued, "is there anything else on your
mind?"
Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Dumbledore about the vision. 'I promised myself I'd tell him everything this time,' Harry thought to himself. And so, taking deep breath, he told him.
"Yeah, about the enchantment," Harry replied, "well, when I heard the singing, I sorta
saw a vision with it, too."
"A vision?" Dumbledore asked enthusiastically, "Well this should be interesting! Tell me
about it."
Harry took yet another deep breath and continued, "Well, I don't remember too much of
it. It was weird - I saw the form of a girl against a really bright light. I remember seeing a
lot of stars all around me. And when the shape got closer, I realized that it was Siren, and
she was singing."
Harry paused and looked at Dumbledore. He was staring attentively at Harry, as though
he was expecting more to the vision. "That's it," Harry said uneasily. "Interesting indeed," Dumbledore said, still staring at Harry.
"So," Harry said, feeling a little uncomfortable, "well, what does that mean?"
Dumbledore placed his hands on the desk and shook his head slightly, "I haven't the
faintest idea."
Harry blinked stupidly at that. "Oh," he said, "OK..."
Dumbledore smiled at Harry and replied, "There are many secrets to Siren - even I don't
know all of them." He stood up and walked towards Fawkes's cage and stuck his hand
through the bars to pet him.
"I will think about the vision, for a while, though," he continued, "and see if I can't figure
out what it means. I'll tell you immediately if I do, Harry."
"Alright," Harry said, standing up himself, "I should probably go now. It's getting late."
"Ah, yes," Dumbledore said, turning from Fawkes and walked towards the door. He
opened it, and looked down at Harry. "I'll walk a bit of the way with you, Harry. Siren's office is on the way."
"Oh," Harry said nervously, "why do you want to go there?"
"Oh, well I thought that I might ask her about this vision of yours." Dumbledore replied,
holding the door open for Harry.
"No!" Harry said quickly.
Dumbledore looked at him with a bit of surprise.
"I mean-" Harry continued, "I don't really want her to know about it...do you think you
can just leave my name out of it?"
"Of course I can," Dumbledore replied kindly, following Harry out the door and down the
winding stairs. Harry and Dumbledore made their way down the corridors leading to the Gryffindor
common room. When they were 3/4 of the way there, Dumbledore stopped. Harry did as
well.
"Well, this is where we must part," said Dumbledore, "Goodnight Harry."
"Goodnight Professor," Harry replied, and with that, Harry turned away to leave.
"The password to your common room is 'Quidditch Champion,' by the way," Dumbledore
called after him.
"Oh, thanks," Harry called back, and he left. When Harry finally managed to get to the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, the Fat Lady was fast asleep.
"Quidditch Champion," Harry said sleepily.
The Fat Lady simply snored loudly, not taking any notice of Harry in her deep sleep.
"I said, QUIDDITCH CHAMPION," Harry said much more loudly.
The Fat Lady woke up with a start. "Right you are," she replied with a yawn. The painting swung open, allowing Harry to pass through. Harry planned on telling Ron and Hermione everything that had happened, in detail, oncehe got in. He took a deep breath, and walked through.
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I hope it that was enjoyable for you (sorry about the jacked up spacing...I couldn't fix it). You know what I found funny? I wrote this chapter more than a year ago, and the whole occlumency/legilimency thing from the Order of the Phoenix kinda ties in with this chapter. I mean, Dumbledore looks like he's reading Harry's mind and all....just kinda neat, I thought. I must have inspired JK :P I'm joking...I have nothing to do with Rowling or her wonderful books. Please don't sue me! *hides*
-Summer :)