Chapter five: ' A small chitchat with Tom'
The rest of the dinner wasn't held in such a good mood, as was the beginning, since nobody felt like celebrating anymore. They went to bed with only one troubling thought on their minds. What kind of plan would Voldemort find worth enough to make such a fuss over? Harry did his best to clear his mind, though it was a lot more difficult that time.
Eventually when he closed his eyes he saw a blinding green light of an Unforgivable course coming closer and closer to him. Nonetheless, before it even reached him, it was blocked by a group of people. People who were all dead and somehow connected to Harry. He saw his parents, Sirius, Cedric and even Barty Crouch Sr.. And then, then he heard the high piercing voice. Harry could almost feel its coldness as he was saying:
"Funny, isn't it? You don't want to kill people, but look what you've caused already. Tell me, do you realize how many people are dead only because of your pitiful existence? I have to admit I'm impressed; you have overtaken me in this area. I hadn't kill a single man till I was adult, but look at you. Five people kicked the bucket only because of you. I have to congratulate you on such a 'fabulous score'.
Maybe, you would be a good back up to my circles after all. By my side, your powers will have the chance to grow. I won't teach you only the basic rubbish the muggle-loving-fool Albus Dumbledore does, I'll teach you the true magic. The magic that is, because of your foolish mother, flowing in your blood. What do you think, for example, about the idea of restoring people's health, sanity or even life?
If you follow me, I can give you answers and knowledge to all these questions. I know you're not stupid and you suspect that Dumbledore is only taking advantage of you. Just think about it, we could do great things together and no one would be able to stop us, we would be unstoppable. I can make you my right hand man... You don't have to answer me right away, don't worry; I'll give you time to consider my offer. Nonetheless, we'll speak to each other soon, sooner than you might think. In the meantime, try to enjoy your damned life."
With that Harry shot up from the bed, sweating. "Easy, mate," mumbled Ron in a sleepy voice. However when he saw the state Harry was in, he awoke quite quickly. "What's the matter? Did you have another dream? Was it V-V... You-Know-Who?"he whispered with his eyes wide open.
"I don't know... it was as if he was trying to recruit me or something, " Harry said in a shuddering whisper.
"Mate, I think you should go and tell it Dumbledore, he'll know what to do. What are you waiting for? Go! " Ron cried out.
"No Ron, I don't think this is something I can tell Dumbledore. He would start suspecting me that I'm turning to the Dark side or something. I just can't. Besides it's 3 AM and we're at Grimmauld Place, not at Hogwarts, I presumably can't go visit him in his office right now." Harry said logically.
They were arguing for the next 20 minutes. Ron was trying to convince Harry to go and tell someone, however Harry insisted on holding his tongue. Harry eventually managed to convince Ron that he would share his dream with some adult tomorrow morning. Yet, it was a far cry from the truth. Harry knew that the only person he would be able to share it with (except Hermione) was dead. "Oh Sirius, don't worry, I'll find a way to get you out of that goddamned place!" and then he remembered what Voldemort told him-
Harry wasn't able to get any sleep for the rest of the night. He could hear Ron's loud snores as he was brooding about the information Voldemort had shared with him. At first, he didn't want to believe him a word, but as the morning drew nearer he started to look at it from a different point of view. After all, he was one of the greatest wizards of all time, which was an indisputable fact.
"Maybe," Harry thought, "He was telling me the truth, or at least a partial truth. That would be sufficient for me anyway. He might know magic Dumbledore doesn't. What if it's forbidden to bring people back to life, or the knowledge's long lost? That might be the reason, why he didn't die. The thing that made him immortal was the knowledge of bringing himself back!"
Harry was dreadfully surprised by his own thoughts, however he was excited all the same. He had the knack of it. He knew he couldn't ask any of the order members or teachers, since it might attract the unwilling attention.
Harry's thoughts started to swirl, he would have to find the answer in the library, perhaps with the help of Hermione and maybe even Ron. "No, it won't be there. Such information won't be so easy to get. I'll have to go and take a look in the shops in Diagon Alley, maybe even somewhere else..."
It was dawning when he heard Ron's yawning. "Harry, wake up," he said in an earsplitting voice, "You are sleeping like a log and I didn't sleep a wink all night!"
"Oh, c'mon Ron, I heard you snoring," Harry replied with a huge grin spread on his face.
"Oh-well-maybe-for a few minutes, you know, might've fallen asleep from the exhaustion, umm..." Ron stuttered blushing.
"What are we doing today?" Harry asked, trying to change the topic of their conversation obvious to his friend's uneasiness.
"Dunno, mum wanted to go to the Diagon Alley to buy us all the supplies, plus Neville needs a new wand. I suppose we can join them and stop by at old Florean Fortescue's for one extremely tasty ice-cream wit nuts and chocolate icing."
"Yep, that sounds really good. And I need a new set of robes too."
After the boys had a quick wash, they went straight to the kitchen where was a Mrs. Weasley sitting on a chair next to the fireplace, fast asleep.
"Morning," they said in unison.
The abrupt noise made her wake up a second later looking rather scared. "Oh, morning dears, I didn't hear you coming down the stairs. You must've crept really silently, since the old hag didn't cry a single insult," she referred to the portrait of Mrs. Black.0
"You didn't hear that,"Mrs. Weasley said threateningly, when she realized what she said.
"Don't worry mum, we won't tell a single soul," Ron joked.
After they were finished with breakfast and Hermione, Ginny and Neville got up, they set off to Diagon Alley. "All right everybody," Mrs. Weasley started, "We're using the floo network, so don't forget to say the name of your destination clearly and without stammering,"she lectured all the teens.
"Ron, you'll go first, then Ginny, Hermione, Neville, Harry and I'll be the last one. Ready? Very well, Ron, take only a sprinkling of the Floo Powder so everyone will have some. I'll have to buy it on the way to the Gringotts."
It was the moment when Neville stepped into the flames when Harry was hit by a splendid idea. After Neville disappeared, Harry took a pinch of the powder, stepped into the fire and cried "Knockturn Alley!"
So what do you guys think?Hope you've enjoyed the story so far...If you give me at least three rview, I'll post another chapter.I'm evil, I know..:-)
