HARRY POTTER AND THE BOOK OF ANUBIS
CHAPTER TWO
Bill Weasley sat up in his bed, a cry dying on his lips. "Oh God!"
Melanie yawned, stretching. "That good, eh?" Her voice was breathy. "You're still feeling the affects?"
"No you stupid bint! What have I done?" He leapt out of his bed, stumbling and tripping on clothes that he had hastily removed earlier. "God, god, god! This isn't good. Stupid prats, the lot of them. I TOLD them that was the Book of Anubis, but do they ever listen to me? No! Damn it, woman, if you're not going to be of any help then remove yourself this instant!"
The girl, glaring, did as she was told and returned to her own tent, with a harrumph.
"Oh no. . .I can't believe this! This is not good." He stopped midway into pulling his pants on. "Mum is going to kill me!" He suddenly redoubled his efforts. His siblings could be in major danger.
Whistling shrilly, he called for a camp Owl, Nefertiri probably wouldn't return until the next day, and by then it WOULD be too late.
He scribbled a hasty note on a piece of parchment, attaching it to the Owl's leg, and rushing about the camp, waking the three individuals he desperately needed to talk to.
"What are you on about, Weasley?" One of them, a portly man scrubbing at his bleary eyes, glared.
"Michaels, tell me what the curse is on the Book."
"You wake me up so I can give you some sort of History Lesson?" The man asked incredulously.
"Yes."
"Well. . .it's like this. The Gods bound within the pages can only return to the body of a child, and only the child that matches their disposition."
"Why is that?" Bill's voice came in a desperate whisper.
"Because by possessing the child's body, once all are released, their full power would reach it's apex within the span of an hour, it would take days, even weeks, in an adult body."
"Why were they bound within the pages of the book?" Bill turned to one of the other men, an older man with deep set eyes.
*~*~*~*
"Make it STOP!" Hermione leapt from her seat at the table, her head thrown back, her hands pressed to her temples, her breathing ragged and painful. "Please." She whimpered, her cinnamon eyes flashing golden. "Help me."
A low rumble shook the castle as she threw her head back and screamed.
A low moan escaped Ron's lips as he tumbled backward off the bench he had been sitting on, his body stopping just millimeters above the floor, held up by a white light. He arched his body, blood coming out of his nose.
Harry's emerald eyes widened, as his scar burned a bright gold, a guttural scream ripping itself from his throat. His fists clenched instinctively, and the plates on the table began to rise with the pitch of his scream. Tendons and muscles stood out in stark relief against his pale skin.
McGonnagall started from her chair, fairly positive some Slytherin had finally poisoned her favored trio. She was thrown back by a psionic blast coming from Ginny. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, blood trickling down her forehead. The castle rumbled again as she slowly began to rise into the air, her body curling up on itself.
Lavender fell to her knees, sobbing openly, crimson tears pouring down her face, even as her hand sought Ron's. A blue corona of light swallowed her, as both she and Ron began to rise from the ground.
The ceiling of the Great Hall flashed ominously as a thunderstorm began to pound mercilessly at the castle. Wind whipped through the Great Hall as another scream joined the throng.
Draco Malfoy struggled against the pounding in his head, before succumbing to the pain, long scratches appearing on his body, his steely gray eyes rolling back into his head.
Many of the students ducked beneath their tables for cover as silverware, plates, and platters began shattering simultaneously. Dumbledore stood amid the chaos radiating a calm atmosphere, his hands reaching out to the now floating six, when another voice added itself to the melee.
Pansy Parkinson stood three meters off the floor, calmly walking toward the other six, her hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears, a silent scream dying upon her lips. Her dark hair whipped about her body, and blood smeared itself across her face.
The screaming stopped, leaving the hall deathly quiet. The seven students hovered above the rest of the student body, each one bleeding freely.
Dumbledore watched them with something akin to awe, his jaw agape, and his body stiffened.
Harry strode forward a couple of steps, "Kaira Um Dah." He said simply, before another flash of pain cut off his voice.
"Kaira Um Dah?" Dumbledore queried.
A book flew off the Slytherin table, pages turning at a rapid pace, a deep crimson liquid sporadically dotting the stark vellum.
"Beware the Sun." Harry replied, his voice deepening.
"Beware the Sun." The other six intoned.
"The Book of Anubis." Ron stepped forward, his robes lengthening, his arms crossing over his chest.
"Bound in its pages are the Cursed of the Zep Tepi." Ginny stepped forward, her eyes opening, flashing brilliant amber.
"Why Cursed?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes narrowing.
"For one deed committed to ensure the safety of the line of the Pharaoh, and in the heat of passion felt for a Mortal." Lavender answered, stepping up to take Ron's hand.
"The death of a King, the rise of a Queen, and a child born of a Goddess and a Mortal." Draco hissed, blood flowing freely from his wounds.
"A war among the Gods sent into the abyss." Pansy sidled forward, her robes shrinking until they bordered on indecent.
"To free themselves they must work together, Serpent and Sun, the King must be found, and a Battle must be won." Hermione sighed, reaching out her hand, a drop of blood hovering on the tip of her finger. "Sign the soul, Beware the Sun, become the God, and live as One." She deftly flipped her finger in the air, the drop of blood landing on the open page of the Book.
The other six repeated her action, and the Book shut with a snap, falling dead on the table below it.
Dumbledore drew a deep breath. The quiet in the Hall was broken by the cry of an Owl, as it dropped from the air in a slow dive. It hovered in Dumbledore's face, and he idly reached for the letter, his eyes watching the seven teens warily.
"What is it, Headmaster?" McGonnagall straightened from her crouched position, a piece of a fork sticking out of her hair.
Dumbledore scanned it for a few minutes, and sighed. "It's from Bill Weasley. He says to intercept the book he sent to his sister."
"Fashionably late." Snape snorted, his moment of terror over.
It was then that Hermione fell forward. Without thinking, Snape darted forward, catching her deftly before she struck headlong onto the floor. Her eyes fluttered open, and she regarded him in weary amusement.
"Akanatin." She sighed, snuggling deeper into his robes.
He felt his heart lurch as she breathed softly, regularly.
The others floated gently to the ground, collapsing in a jumbled heap, asleep before they had even had time to regain their balance.
"Everyone is dismissed to their common rooms. At once." Dumbledore's voice was grave, but his eyes twinkled just the same. Snape took a moment to ponder this, it seemed to him that reality had just taken a vacation, and he had somehow stepped into another dimension.
"Severus, if you would, take these children to the Infirmary. Filius, Sylvia, assist him."
Snape was about to protest when Hermione made a little sigh, and again, he had the feeling of his world spinning.
"Mobulus Corpus." He whispered, pointing his wand at Draco, opting to carry the sleeping Hermione.
*~*~*~*
Dumbledore picked the seemingly innocent book up, searching it for some sign of abnormality. Opening it, he scanned the inside cover, running a finger over the names listed on it.
'Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Virginia Weasley, Lavender Brown, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson.' All written in dried blood.
'Soul signed and deed sealed, find the path, all is revealed. Seek the joy, play the game, find the King, his spirit tame. Give the heart, give the life, Win the Battle, set all to right. Before you return to your peace, before you can rest, you must find the goal, and pass the test.'
"In new life, old fates are sealed, in the end, all is revealed." Dumbledore finished aloud, sighing gently. "I do hope they know what they're doing, or it will make their task impossible."
McGonnagall turned to him. "What task?"
"In the end, all is revealed." He replied mysteriously.
*~*~*~*
A/N: Sorry this is so short a chapter, but I had some trouble coming up with a Prophecy. Nothing like revealing them prematurely, eh? Ah well, I end up always doing that. Heh. Any way, don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Liz
CHAPTER TWO
Bill Weasley sat up in his bed, a cry dying on his lips. "Oh God!"
Melanie yawned, stretching. "That good, eh?" Her voice was breathy. "You're still feeling the affects?"
"No you stupid bint! What have I done?" He leapt out of his bed, stumbling and tripping on clothes that he had hastily removed earlier. "God, god, god! This isn't good. Stupid prats, the lot of them. I TOLD them that was the Book of Anubis, but do they ever listen to me? No! Damn it, woman, if you're not going to be of any help then remove yourself this instant!"
The girl, glaring, did as she was told and returned to her own tent, with a harrumph.
"Oh no. . .I can't believe this! This is not good." He stopped midway into pulling his pants on. "Mum is going to kill me!" He suddenly redoubled his efforts. His siblings could be in major danger.
Whistling shrilly, he called for a camp Owl, Nefertiri probably wouldn't return until the next day, and by then it WOULD be too late.
He scribbled a hasty note on a piece of parchment, attaching it to the Owl's leg, and rushing about the camp, waking the three individuals he desperately needed to talk to.
"What are you on about, Weasley?" One of them, a portly man scrubbing at his bleary eyes, glared.
"Michaels, tell me what the curse is on the Book."
"You wake me up so I can give you some sort of History Lesson?" The man asked incredulously.
"Yes."
"Well. . .it's like this. The Gods bound within the pages can only return to the body of a child, and only the child that matches their disposition."
"Why is that?" Bill's voice came in a desperate whisper.
"Because by possessing the child's body, once all are released, their full power would reach it's apex within the span of an hour, it would take days, even weeks, in an adult body."
"Why were they bound within the pages of the book?" Bill turned to one of the other men, an older man with deep set eyes.
*~*~*~*
"Make it STOP!" Hermione leapt from her seat at the table, her head thrown back, her hands pressed to her temples, her breathing ragged and painful. "Please." She whimpered, her cinnamon eyes flashing golden. "Help me."
A low rumble shook the castle as she threw her head back and screamed.
A low moan escaped Ron's lips as he tumbled backward off the bench he had been sitting on, his body stopping just millimeters above the floor, held up by a white light. He arched his body, blood coming out of his nose.
Harry's emerald eyes widened, as his scar burned a bright gold, a guttural scream ripping itself from his throat. His fists clenched instinctively, and the plates on the table began to rise with the pitch of his scream. Tendons and muscles stood out in stark relief against his pale skin.
McGonnagall started from her chair, fairly positive some Slytherin had finally poisoned her favored trio. She was thrown back by a psionic blast coming from Ginny. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, blood trickling down her forehead. The castle rumbled again as she slowly began to rise into the air, her body curling up on itself.
Lavender fell to her knees, sobbing openly, crimson tears pouring down her face, even as her hand sought Ron's. A blue corona of light swallowed her, as both she and Ron began to rise from the ground.
The ceiling of the Great Hall flashed ominously as a thunderstorm began to pound mercilessly at the castle. Wind whipped through the Great Hall as another scream joined the throng.
Draco Malfoy struggled against the pounding in his head, before succumbing to the pain, long scratches appearing on his body, his steely gray eyes rolling back into his head.
Many of the students ducked beneath their tables for cover as silverware, plates, and platters began shattering simultaneously. Dumbledore stood amid the chaos radiating a calm atmosphere, his hands reaching out to the now floating six, when another voice added itself to the melee.
Pansy Parkinson stood three meters off the floor, calmly walking toward the other six, her hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears, a silent scream dying upon her lips. Her dark hair whipped about her body, and blood smeared itself across her face.
The screaming stopped, leaving the hall deathly quiet. The seven students hovered above the rest of the student body, each one bleeding freely.
Dumbledore watched them with something akin to awe, his jaw agape, and his body stiffened.
Harry strode forward a couple of steps, "Kaira Um Dah." He said simply, before another flash of pain cut off his voice.
"Kaira Um Dah?" Dumbledore queried.
A book flew off the Slytherin table, pages turning at a rapid pace, a deep crimson liquid sporadically dotting the stark vellum.
"Beware the Sun." Harry replied, his voice deepening.
"Beware the Sun." The other six intoned.
"The Book of Anubis." Ron stepped forward, his robes lengthening, his arms crossing over his chest.
"Bound in its pages are the Cursed of the Zep Tepi." Ginny stepped forward, her eyes opening, flashing brilliant amber.
"Why Cursed?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes narrowing.
"For one deed committed to ensure the safety of the line of the Pharaoh, and in the heat of passion felt for a Mortal." Lavender answered, stepping up to take Ron's hand.
"The death of a King, the rise of a Queen, and a child born of a Goddess and a Mortal." Draco hissed, blood flowing freely from his wounds.
"A war among the Gods sent into the abyss." Pansy sidled forward, her robes shrinking until they bordered on indecent.
"To free themselves they must work together, Serpent and Sun, the King must be found, and a Battle must be won." Hermione sighed, reaching out her hand, a drop of blood hovering on the tip of her finger. "Sign the soul, Beware the Sun, become the God, and live as One." She deftly flipped her finger in the air, the drop of blood landing on the open page of the Book.
The other six repeated her action, and the Book shut with a snap, falling dead on the table below it.
Dumbledore drew a deep breath. The quiet in the Hall was broken by the cry of an Owl, as it dropped from the air in a slow dive. It hovered in Dumbledore's face, and he idly reached for the letter, his eyes watching the seven teens warily.
"What is it, Headmaster?" McGonnagall straightened from her crouched position, a piece of a fork sticking out of her hair.
Dumbledore scanned it for a few minutes, and sighed. "It's from Bill Weasley. He says to intercept the book he sent to his sister."
"Fashionably late." Snape snorted, his moment of terror over.
It was then that Hermione fell forward. Without thinking, Snape darted forward, catching her deftly before she struck headlong onto the floor. Her eyes fluttered open, and she regarded him in weary amusement.
"Akanatin." She sighed, snuggling deeper into his robes.
He felt his heart lurch as she breathed softly, regularly.
The others floated gently to the ground, collapsing in a jumbled heap, asleep before they had even had time to regain their balance.
"Everyone is dismissed to their common rooms. At once." Dumbledore's voice was grave, but his eyes twinkled just the same. Snape took a moment to ponder this, it seemed to him that reality had just taken a vacation, and he had somehow stepped into another dimension.
"Severus, if you would, take these children to the Infirmary. Filius, Sylvia, assist him."
Snape was about to protest when Hermione made a little sigh, and again, he had the feeling of his world spinning.
"Mobulus Corpus." He whispered, pointing his wand at Draco, opting to carry the sleeping Hermione.
*~*~*~*
Dumbledore picked the seemingly innocent book up, searching it for some sign of abnormality. Opening it, he scanned the inside cover, running a finger over the names listed on it.
'Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Virginia Weasley, Lavender Brown, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson.' All written in dried blood.
'Soul signed and deed sealed, find the path, all is revealed. Seek the joy, play the game, find the King, his spirit tame. Give the heart, give the life, Win the Battle, set all to right. Before you return to your peace, before you can rest, you must find the goal, and pass the test.'
"In new life, old fates are sealed, in the end, all is revealed." Dumbledore finished aloud, sighing gently. "I do hope they know what they're doing, or it will make their task impossible."
McGonnagall turned to him. "What task?"
"In the end, all is revealed." He replied mysteriously.
*~*~*~*
A/N: Sorry this is so short a chapter, but I had some trouble coming up with a Prophecy. Nothing like revealing them prematurely, eh? Ah well, I end up always doing that. Heh. Any way, don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Liz