Chapter 10: Boogers!

A/N: Ok. I've been on this mad writing rage. Well, mostly brainstorming, but I've been all excited about it. Oh, and for anyone who reads Alias fics check mine out. I couldn't think of a good chapter name, so it's been named boogers, compliments of Lily Smith.

Disclaimer: We all know it isn't mine. It's JK Rowling's. Wendy is mine. Yeah, she's the crazy one.


Harry lay in bed for a few moments, but realized he needed to talk to someone. Quietly, he pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and swung it around his shoulders. He made his way down into the Common Room, and out the door. Slowly, he crept to the painting in front of Wendy's place.

he whispered. The painting opened, and Harry walked in and removed his cloak. He found himself choosing between two doors: one being Wendy's, and the other being Sirius and Remus's. He decided he'd first try the one on the right.

He was lucky. He found Wendy's room, the one he wanted. he whispered
loudly.

No, don't hurt the duck... she turned over and put her head under the covers.

Wendy wake up, it's me, Harry, he tried again. Wendy reluctantly pulled the covers off her head.

Harry, it's like four in the morning, Wendy pleaded. She stretched her arms in the air and gave a refreshing yawn. What is it?

Harry let out a heavy sigh and sat on Wendy's bed. I keep having dreams about the quest. And I think I see Voldemort there. He went on to describe the dream to her, and she listened intently. Do you think we need to visit the Elders again? he asked when he was finished.

Wendy tilted her head to the side. Maybe. You could probably talk to Dumbledore too. He might be a help, she suggested.

Harry smiled. You just hate seeing the Elders! Wendy grinned at him and hit him gently with her pillow.

So, what? They have stupid rules! She got serious again for a moment. We really are going to have to talk to the Elders again soon, so we can get a move on with this quest.

Do you think we can go today, I mean later?

Well, Sirius and I are going to buy some Muggle electronic stuff, because he's going to be bored just being a dog. But after that, we'll go.

Thanks, Wendy. He meant it.

*************************** Later that day...
Ron, hurry up, you are so slow! Harry shouted back at Ron. Come on.

Where are we going? Ron trudged along slowly.
Wendy's place. Here... Lumos, Harry said to the shepherd in the painting.

How grand to see you again, Harry! He said before swinging open. Harry entered, and Ron followed him into Wendy's place. They found Wendy, Sirius, and Lupin trying to find a place for a big screen TV in front of one of the couches.

Wendy, this thing is heavy, you know. Sirius and Lupin were holding it up. Can we please set it down now? Lupin whined.

No, because then I'll know where I'll want it, and you'll just have to pick it up again.

Lupin and Sirius looked at each other, and at the same time set the TV down in the middle of the room.

Ok, I know where I want it! Sirius rolled his eyes. They went to pick it up again and brought it towards her. No, nope. Never mind. I don't think I like it there.

Too bad, said Sirius, setting it down with help from Remus. Wendy gave him an evil glare.

Wow, what is that thing!?! Ron asked in awe.

Wendy didn't know what he was talking about. Oh, that, Ron, is a television. It's a Muggle entertainment device. Ron continued to stare at it.

Can you even plug it in? Harry asked.

I had Dumbledore get some outlets put in here. Hence the refrigerator in the kitchen, Wendy replied. Harry nodded, and Wendy plugged the TV in.

They all sat on the couch opposite of it, Ron being most excited. Wow, this is so cool!

Ron, we haven't even turned it on yet, Sirius pointed out. He held out the remote and clicked the on' button.

The picture came up a British soap opera. Oh my God! Ron said walking up to the TV. He knocked on the top. How did those people get in there? Everyone laughed at him. Ron said turning red.

It's just a picture, kind of like Wizard paintings, Harry compared. Only, they aren't real. Ron looked at him strangely. Well, um... They are actors and actresses, and they film them on a camera –

On a what?

Just! Oh, never mind. You should really take Muggle Studies.

All of them squished together on a couch and watched the TV for a moment. Wendy was the first to come to her senses. Why are we still watching a soap opera? she changed the channel to something else; some sitcom.

Holy potatoes! It changed... Ron was still amused.

There is more than one channel, you know, Remus told him. Ron gave him a quizzical look. No, don't ask me what a channel is.

Well, Harry, Wendy said. Let's leave these couch potatoes be while we go see the Elders.

They both stood up, and she grabbed Harry's wrist.

Later, all, she said before orbing.

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Again, they landed in that white room. You ready? Wendy asked.

Harry sighed. Yeah. Let's get this over with. Harry just wanted to be free of this burden. The Heir of Gryffindor, his quest to find the Sword, and homework; it was almost too much.
I can handle it, he reassured himself.

Suddenly he found himself in the center of the great white room, Elders and all.

Mr. Potter, you have joined us once again, the Elder in the center stood up.

Yes. See, I –

We already know why you are here, he said rather sharply. The Elder looked too old to have such a bite to his voice. His hair was silvery, and his beard, though the same color, had a darker look about it. His face looked aged and leathery, and Harry knew he had lived through the dark times. Harry could see it. And we have something to ask you, Mr. Potter.

Harry hadn't expected this. he said skeptically.

Do you think that you are ready for this quest?

Harry looked around the room for a moment. Well, I've had good training at Hogwarts, and I have dealt with Voldemort several times, he rambled, not really sure of how to answer.

The Elder stared at him. He wasn't just looking him over, he was reading him. He saw his fears, his hopes, his determination. And he saw his ability, his destiny. He smiled at him. You are ready.

Harry was taken aback. He was speechless. Wendy nudged him. Say something back, she muttered.

Where do I begin? Harry wondered out loud.

Another Elder stood up. She looked much younger than the one in the center. Follow me, she said. She stepped down from the raised table and led Harry to a door on the far left of the room that he hadn't noticed. Harry looked back at Wendy. She nodded at him and gave him a weak smile. Harry turned around and closed the door behind him.

Whoa, where are we? Harry lifted his head, and saw that they weren't in a white room anymore, or any room for that matter.

It looked like a cave, maybe. It was dark, and had a gloomy state about it. Yes, they were in a cave, Harry decided.

We've been tracking the Dark Lord, and this is as far as we've gotten, she told him.

Didn't you tell me Voldemort didn't know where it was?

She looked worried. Well, we were wrong, and he does. She sighed. We've tried to mislead him, and we succeeded, but we lost him in the process. We do not know where he is right now.

Harry looked around again. There were many taverns that he could follow. Yes, but where do I go from here?

She pulled a folded piece of paper out of her pocket. Here is a map of the cave. she opened it up, and pointed to a spot marked with a star. This is one of the exits, and these other marked spots are exits too. She pointed to the other stars. Your path for the sword is one of these paths.

Harry looked up at her. How will I know which one? he asked with worry.

She looked at him deeply. You will know. She kept staring at him intently, as if he had something to do.

Do you know which one?

She shook her head; no.

Can I call for Wendy? he asked.

After I leave, Wendy will not be able to hear your calling. Or she won't until you get out of the cave. She headed back towards the door. Good luck. We are all counting on you. She stepped through the door.

Harry looked at the map, and back to the door, but it had disappeared from the cave wall.

he tried, just in case. She didn't appear. He was truly alone. So he headed down the first marked exit, and began his path of destiny.


Yeah, that's chapter 10. Don't worry, it isn't going to just be Harry walking through the cave in the next chapter, I'm going to do a *meanwhile back in Hogwarts* type deal. So you won't get bored. REVIEW PLEASE!!
~Whitelighter Enchantress