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Chapter 7 - July 4th - 2:50 P.M. - Day Two
Dawn of New Choices
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Last Chapter:
Snape sat completely stunned. It was true, Potter was his son. He then felt hair rise on the back of his neck. Something was about to happen. He knew it. He was about to get up and go look for Potter when something held him back. He struggled against the invisible force when something hit his head and darkness filled his mind as he slipped of into the realm of dreams.
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Harry slowly opened the door that was easily opened and was nearly blinded by the blue light. Then, as suddenly as the light started to pulse, it stopped all together. Harry blinked at looked into the black void. He then noticed that something in the middle of the void was turning dark as if it was cooling off from a great heat. He reached out to touch it, ignoring all the thoughts common since was sending his way. As soon as he touched it, he realized that it was a book.
He went to try and pick it up and found that it was huge. It seemed to be about a foot tall, 9 inches wide, and about 10 inches thick. Harry braced himself and picked it up. Surprisingly, it was very light and no trouble at all to carry. He pondered this before realizing that a lightening charm was probably on it. He walked back out the door with the book in his arms. As he closed the door he didn't even bother to wonder why a large iron door was so easy to move.
Harry put the book down on the floor and turned around, planning on seeing what else was in the void, but the door was gone! In it's place was a plain, wooden wall. Harry was about to see where it went when he was turned away by an invisible force. He was going to try it again when something in his mind told him,
"Don't try, it's not worth it. There's nothing else for you to find there."
Harry was compelled by this voice and picked the large book up and got the small book from where he had placed it and headed out of the library. He felt like he needed to get the large book to his room as fast as possible. Call it instinct, but he wanted to get the large book to as safe a place as possible.
As he entered his room, he let out a sigh of relief. He placed the small book on his bedside table and place the large one on his bed. The cover was black and looked ancient and well worn. Even the pages appeared to be black. There was no lettering or any print on the outside of the book. Harry opened the book and found the page to be blank. He turned the pages and found every page to be the same way. There appeared to be nothing written at all in the dark book. He flipped back to the front page to see if he missed anything and a message in silver ink appeared. It read,
'Only a soul of gray may read the pages of this book. Only one with a heart that sees equality is worthy of my secrets.'
Harry quickly closed the book sorely reminded of Tom Riddle's diary. He slowly opened it again and saw the message still there, shimmering eerily. Closing the book, Harry decided to let it be and he shoved the book under his bed and went to the window, vowing to not look at the book again for quite a while. At least, not until he felt it was safe to.
Harry then picked up the other book he had taken from the library. He turned to chapter one and began to read. The chapter gave a casual, yet detailed explanation of the dark arts.
It explained that even before there were Wizarding Schools, Magic was considered a neutral power. However, spells were then invented using Magic so that it, which is normally wild and uncontrollable, could be controlled. Most of these spells were fairly harmless, however a few were invented that caused harm to not only the person whom the spell was cast on, but also the person who cast the spell. These spells were considered by many historians the first Dark Arts. However, there is no record of the incantations of the spells for they were lost over time. There are only records of them existing. A period of time after these early spellcasters, spells were commonly used by witches and wizards all over. The first true Dark Arts, however, were created by bands of rogue wizards who were thieves and swindlers. These spells would only work if they were cast by a powerful wizard. They were highly dangerous to anyone who tried to use them and were not strong enough.
At first, the Dark Arts were perfectly legal although few people were powerful enough to use them. As several decades passed, power hungry wizards would turn to these spells and many became evil with the need for power. These evil wizards and witches were the cause for the common misconception that Dark Arts are evil. In the 1870's the Ministry of Magic created a ban on the Dark Arts and stated that 'no proper wizard would use them'. However, Dark Arts are neither good nor evil. They are simply a different type of magic being harnessed through spells.
Harry continued to read chapter two and beyond. The book was very fascinating. It stated several Dark Arts spells, their history, who created them and when, and a detailed description of how to cast the spell and what the spell did. By the time Harry put the book down and looked at the clock on his bedside table, he realized it was nearly 5:55! Twinkle had informed him earlier that Supper was at 6:00 o'clock sharp. Harry quickly looked in a mirror to make sure he look semi decent and raced towards the dinning room.
***
Snape meanwhile, was in a deep state of sleep. Twinkle looked at him to see if he was going to wake up and when he didn't, she shook him.
"Master Snape! Master Snape! You is needing to wake up!"
Snape mumbled something, but didn't wake up. Twinkle concerned about him being asleep for so long tried to wake him up again. This time, however, she used her magic to wake him up. A bucket of water appeared over Snape's head and tipped over, causing the water to wash over him.
"What the-!" Snape exclaimed jumping up.
"Oh thank goodness Master is finally awake." said Twinkle relieved.
She then snapped her fingers and Snape was completely dry.
"What do you mean I am finally awake?" asked Snape a little peeved.
"I is trying to wake you, but you is not waking up so I had to go to extreme measures Master. I is sorry for getting you all wet, but at least you is being awake now." said Twinkle sheepishly.
"Yes, well, I don't remember going asleep. The last thing I remember is seeing the results of the potion and then I don't recall anything except being soaked with water just now." said Snape.
"Well, I don't know why you fell asleep, but supper will be served in 5 minutes." said Twinkle bowing out.
Snape shook his head to clear his thoughts and left the Lab. He quickly went down the dark chamber and up a staircase. He placed a hand on the wall and said,
"Kitchens"
The wall the opened up into the kitchens where Dingle was preparing supper. When Snape stepped into the room, Dingle jumped in surprise and said,
"Master Snape, it is an honor to see you, but you must go to the Dining Room so you can eat."
"That is indeed where I am headed Dingle." said Snape billowing out of the kitchens and into the Dinning Room.
Harry was already seated at the Dinning Table and looked sharply at Snape as he walked in. However, Snape didn't pay attention to him and instead just sat down in his seat and waited for Dinner to appear. When it appeared, they both ate in silence. However, Snape was deep in thought.
Harry Potter really was his son, however what should he do? In all honesty, he had never given Potter a chance. He just treated him as James Potter's son. As he slowly reviewed his past experiences with Harry Potter, he realized that he wasn't much like James, in fact, he wasn't like James at all. He was quiet and only argued back when provoked to the extreme. He kept to himself when he wasn't with Weasley and Granger. He didn't go around bragging to everyone about his fame. In fact, he seemed to hate his fame. James was the exact opposite, he relished in bragging and fame. In all truth Draco Malfoy acted more like James Potter did than Harry did. Of course Harry always had to save someone and had some hero issues. Although Dumbledore had pointed out that Snape had some hero issues as well. It was true that Snape felt like it was his responsibility to keep people from being killed. Harry was also very loyal and would sacrifice himself for just about anyone. Regina was like that. After all, she sacrificed herself for their son.
Snape soon came to a conclusion that might possibly give Harry as well as himself a new chance. With a conclusion thought of, he finished his meal. As Harry stood up to leave, Snape stood up and said,
"Don't leave quite yet. I have something to say."
Harry stopped and looked at Snape unsure of what he was about to say.
Snape took a deep breath and calmly said, "I propose we start over and get to know each other from there. We will most likely be living in this house for the next two months so we should try to at least be on civil terms. Otherwise, this summer will be dreadful for the both of us."
"Okay," said Harry slowly, "That's fine with me."
Snape then walked over to Harry and held out his hand.
"My name is Severus Snape. You may call me Severus if you wish."
Harry hesitated then shook Snape's hand.
"It's good to meet you Severus, I'm Harry."
***
Albus Dumbledore was furious.
"Why in Merlin's name did you not look through these letters until just now! Several of them reported sightings of Voldemort covering the past year! You are a coward, a blunderer, and most of all, A FOOL!"
Fudge took a step back and said shakily,
"I um, was uh, very busy, and um, all."
Dumbledore's eyes seamed to spark as he said,
"I highly suggest that you step down from your position as Minister of Magic as you are clearly too incompetent to do your job."
"I can't just step down!" protested Fudge weakly.
"Yes you can and you will unless you want to be impeached." said Dumbledore dangerously.
"You can't do this." said Fudge.
"Not alone, I can't," said Dumbledore, "But the Wizengamot can."
"Very well," said Fudge finally giving in, "My resignation shall be delivered tomorrow."
"There is no time like the present." said Dumbledore coldly.
Fudge took the hint and said, "Or it could be delivered right now."
Fudge walked over to his desk and took out a parchment and wrote:
'I, Cornelious Fudge, Minister of Magic, hereby resign from my post on the fourth of July at six forty two P.M.
Witness: Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Signature: Cornelious Fudge
With that written, he handed the paper over to Dumbledore, used a spell to leave the office empty of all his personal belongings and left the office, never to step foot in it again.
Dumbledore followed him and locked the door behind. Dumbledore then went over to one of the fireplaces to make some fire calls. He first called Amelia Bones to tell her of the situation. Then he made a call to the Daily Prophet. When the reporter he told heard the news, she squealed and raced off to get the editor. The editor came over and got the story and said that the story would be in the next day's Daily Prophet. When Dumbledore finished his calls. He went to the lift and headed to Level Two of the Ministry of Magic. He needed to talk to Arthur Weasley about some important business.
***
The Daily Prophet was a whirlwind, everyone was wondering what would happen now that Fudge had resigned. The Editor locked himself in his office. He wasn't going to leave until the story was perfect. He sat down and began to work. Two hours later, his story was ready for print on the first page. 30 minutes later, the first copy of the Daily Prophet for July 5th was printed. There was a picture of Fudge taken a few days ago. The picture of Fudge was looking unhappily at the bold headline, 'Ministry of Magic Changing, Fudge Resigns'
Another article by the Junior Editor was also on the front page, it's headline was the question on everyone's minds at the Prophet, 'Who Will Become the Next Minister of Magic?'
~End Chapter 7~
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I had a nice Spring Break except I got badly sunburned. I also had a nice Birthday. This week of school was tough, I had two tests on Friday. One in Pre Calculus and another in History. Well, onto the reviews:
HermioneGreen: The purpose of the lady and man will be reveiled later on. Thanks for your reviews and support.
Melwasul: Sorry that I took a while to update, but I hope you enjoy this chapter. Good luck on your story.
mistik-elf13: Again, I'm sorry that I took a while, but I was very busy. I'll try to do better next time.
Thirteen Ravens: Thanks for your reviews. I'm glad you are enjoying it so far.
To HecateDeMort, starangel2106, Nphipps, Calani, tia, and Anarane Anwamane: Thank you very much for your reviews and support. I greatly appreciate it.
The Next chapter should be up in a week!
|~Lilyanphino~|
Chapter 7 - July 4th - 2:50 P.M. - Day Two
Dawn of New Choices
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Last Chapter:
Snape sat completely stunned. It was true, Potter was his son. He then felt hair rise on the back of his neck. Something was about to happen. He knew it. He was about to get up and go look for Potter when something held him back. He struggled against the invisible force when something hit his head and darkness filled his mind as he slipped of into the realm of dreams.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry slowly opened the door that was easily opened and was nearly blinded by the blue light. Then, as suddenly as the light started to pulse, it stopped all together. Harry blinked at looked into the black void. He then noticed that something in the middle of the void was turning dark as if it was cooling off from a great heat. He reached out to touch it, ignoring all the thoughts common since was sending his way. As soon as he touched it, he realized that it was a book.
He went to try and pick it up and found that it was huge. It seemed to be about a foot tall, 9 inches wide, and about 10 inches thick. Harry braced himself and picked it up. Surprisingly, it was very light and no trouble at all to carry. He pondered this before realizing that a lightening charm was probably on it. He walked back out the door with the book in his arms. As he closed the door he didn't even bother to wonder why a large iron door was so easy to move.
Harry put the book down on the floor and turned around, planning on seeing what else was in the void, but the door was gone! In it's place was a plain, wooden wall. Harry was about to see where it went when he was turned away by an invisible force. He was going to try it again when something in his mind told him,
"Don't try, it's not worth it. There's nothing else for you to find there."
Harry was compelled by this voice and picked the large book up and got the small book from where he had placed it and headed out of the library. He felt like he needed to get the large book to his room as fast as possible. Call it instinct, but he wanted to get the large book to as safe a place as possible.
As he entered his room, he let out a sigh of relief. He placed the small book on his bedside table and place the large one on his bed. The cover was black and looked ancient and well worn. Even the pages appeared to be black. There was no lettering or any print on the outside of the book. Harry opened the book and found the page to be blank. He turned the pages and found every page to be the same way. There appeared to be nothing written at all in the dark book. He flipped back to the front page to see if he missed anything and a message in silver ink appeared. It read,
'Only a soul of gray may read the pages of this book. Only one with a heart that sees equality is worthy of my secrets.'
Harry quickly closed the book sorely reminded of Tom Riddle's diary. He slowly opened it again and saw the message still there, shimmering eerily. Closing the book, Harry decided to let it be and he shoved the book under his bed and went to the window, vowing to not look at the book again for quite a while. At least, not until he felt it was safe to.
Harry then picked up the other book he had taken from the library. He turned to chapter one and began to read. The chapter gave a casual, yet detailed explanation of the dark arts.
It explained that even before there were Wizarding Schools, Magic was considered a neutral power. However, spells were then invented using Magic so that it, which is normally wild and uncontrollable, could be controlled. Most of these spells were fairly harmless, however a few were invented that caused harm to not only the person whom the spell was cast on, but also the person who cast the spell. These spells were considered by many historians the first Dark Arts. However, there is no record of the incantations of the spells for they were lost over time. There are only records of them existing. A period of time after these early spellcasters, spells were commonly used by witches and wizards all over. The first true Dark Arts, however, were created by bands of rogue wizards who were thieves and swindlers. These spells would only work if they were cast by a powerful wizard. They were highly dangerous to anyone who tried to use them and were not strong enough.
At first, the Dark Arts were perfectly legal although few people were powerful enough to use them. As several decades passed, power hungry wizards would turn to these spells and many became evil with the need for power. These evil wizards and witches were the cause for the common misconception that Dark Arts are evil. In the 1870's the Ministry of Magic created a ban on the Dark Arts and stated that 'no proper wizard would use them'. However, Dark Arts are neither good nor evil. They are simply a different type of magic being harnessed through spells.
Harry continued to read chapter two and beyond. The book was very fascinating. It stated several Dark Arts spells, their history, who created them and when, and a detailed description of how to cast the spell and what the spell did. By the time Harry put the book down and looked at the clock on his bedside table, he realized it was nearly 5:55! Twinkle had informed him earlier that Supper was at 6:00 o'clock sharp. Harry quickly looked in a mirror to make sure he look semi decent and raced towards the dinning room.
***
Snape meanwhile, was in a deep state of sleep. Twinkle looked at him to see if he was going to wake up and when he didn't, she shook him.
"Master Snape! Master Snape! You is needing to wake up!"
Snape mumbled something, but didn't wake up. Twinkle concerned about him being asleep for so long tried to wake him up again. This time, however, she used her magic to wake him up. A bucket of water appeared over Snape's head and tipped over, causing the water to wash over him.
"What the-!" Snape exclaimed jumping up.
"Oh thank goodness Master is finally awake." said Twinkle relieved.
She then snapped her fingers and Snape was completely dry.
"What do you mean I am finally awake?" asked Snape a little peeved.
"I is trying to wake you, but you is not waking up so I had to go to extreme measures Master. I is sorry for getting you all wet, but at least you is being awake now." said Twinkle sheepishly.
"Yes, well, I don't remember going asleep. The last thing I remember is seeing the results of the potion and then I don't recall anything except being soaked with water just now." said Snape.
"Well, I don't know why you fell asleep, but supper will be served in 5 minutes." said Twinkle bowing out.
Snape shook his head to clear his thoughts and left the Lab. He quickly went down the dark chamber and up a staircase. He placed a hand on the wall and said,
"Kitchens"
The wall the opened up into the kitchens where Dingle was preparing supper. When Snape stepped into the room, Dingle jumped in surprise and said,
"Master Snape, it is an honor to see you, but you must go to the Dining Room so you can eat."
"That is indeed where I am headed Dingle." said Snape billowing out of the kitchens and into the Dinning Room.
Harry was already seated at the Dinning Table and looked sharply at Snape as he walked in. However, Snape didn't pay attention to him and instead just sat down in his seat and waited for Dinner to appear. When it appeared, they both ate in silence. However, Snape was deep in thought.
Harry Potter really was his son, however what should he do? In all honesty, he had never given Potter a chance. He just treated him as James Potter's son. As he slowly reviewed his past experiences with Harry Potter, he realized that he wasn't much like James, in fact, he wasn't like James at all. He was quiet and only argued back when provoked to the extreme. He kept to himself when he wasn't with Weasley and Granger. He didn't go around bragging to everyone about his fame. In fact, he seemed to hate his fame. James was the exact opposite, he relished in bragging and fame. In all truth Draco Malfoy acted more like James Potter did than Harry did. Of course Harry always had to save someone and had some hero issues. Although Dumbledore had pointed out that Snape had some hero issues as well. It was true that Snape felt like it was his responsibility to keep people from being killed. Harry was also very loyal and would sacrifice himself for just about anyone. Regina was like that. After all, she sacrificed herself for their son.
Snape soon came to a conclusion that might possibly give Harry as well as himself a new chance. With a conclusion thought of, he finished his meal. As Harry stood up to leave, Snape stood up and said,
"Don't leave quite yet. I have something to say."
Harry stopped and looked at Snape unsure of what he was about to say.
Snape took a deep breath and calmly said, "I propose we start over and get to know each other from there. We will most likely be living in this house for the next two months so we should try to at least be on civil terms. Otherwise, this summer will be dreadful for the both of us."
"Okay," said Harry slowly, "That's fine with me."
Snape then walked over to Harry and held out his hand.
"My name is Severus Snape. You may call me Severus if you wish."
Harry hesitated then shook Snape's hand.
"It's good to meet you Severus, I'm Harry."
***
Albus Dumbledore was furious.
"Why in Merlin's name did you not look through these letters until just now! Several of them reported sightings of Voldemort covering the past year! You are a coward, a blunderer, and most of all, A FOOL!"
Fudge took a step back and said shakily,
"I um, was uh, very busy, and um, all."
Dumbledore's eyes seamed to spark as he said,
"I highly suggest that you step down from your position as Minister of Magic as you are clearly too incompetent to do your job."
"I can't just step down!" protested Fudge weakly.
"Yes you can and you will unless you want to be impeached." said Dumbledore dangerously.
"You can't do this." said Fudge.
"Not alone, I can't," said Dumbledore, "But the Wizengamot can."
"Very well," said Fudge finally giving in, "My resignation shall be delivered tomorrow."
"There is no time like the present." said Dumbledore coldly.
Fudge took the hint and said, "Or it could be delivered right now."
Fudge walked over to his desk and took out a parchment and wrote:
'I, Cornelious Fudge, Minister of Magic, hereby resign from my post on the fourth of July at six forty two P.M.
Witness: Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Signature: Cornelious Fudge
With that written, he handed the paper over to Dumbledore, used a spell to leave the office empty of all his personal belongings and left the office, never to step foot in it again.
Dumbledore followed him and locked the door behind. Dumbledore then went over to one of the fireplaces to make some fire calls. He first called Amelia Bones to tell her of the situation. Then he made a call to the Daily Prophet. When the reporter he told heard the news, she squealed and raced off to get the editor. The editor came over and got the story and said that the story would be in the next day's Daily Prophet. When Dumbledore finished his calls. He went to the lift and headed to Level Two of the Ministry of Magic. He needed to talk to Arthur Weasley about some important business.
***
The Daily Prophet was a whirlwind, everyone was wondering what would happen now that Fudge had resigned. The Editor locked himself in his office. He wasn't going to leave until the story was perfect. He sat down and began to work. Two hours later, his story was ready for print on the first page. 30 minutes later, the first copy of the Daily Prophet for July 5th was printed. There was a picture of Fudge taken a few days ago. The picture of Fudge was looking unhappily at the bold headline, 'Ministry of Magic Changing, Fudge Resigns'
Another article by the Junior Editor was also on the front page, it's headline was the question on everyone's minds at the Prophet, 'Who Will Become the Next Minister of Magic?'
~End Chapter 7~
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I had a nice Spring Break except I got badly sunburned. I also had a nice Birthday. This week of school was tough, I had two tests on Friday. One in Pre Calculus and another in History. Well, onto the reviews:
HermioneGreen: The purpose of the lady and man will be reveiled later on. Thanks for your reviews and support.
Melwasul: Sorry that I took a while to update, but I hope you enjoy this chapter. Good luck on your story.
mistik-elf13: Again, I'm sorry that I took a while, but I was very busy. I'll try to do better next time.
Thirteen Ravens: Thanks for your reviews. I'm glad you are enjoying it so far.
To HecateDeMort, starangel2106, Nphipps, Calani, tia, and Anarane Anwamane: Thank you very much for your reviews and support. I greatly appreciate it.
The Next chapter should be up in a week!
|~Lilyanphino~|