General disclaimers apply.
Erm, I apologise immensely for not a lot happening yet. But I am just setting up the story and you how it is. Maybe George my muse might let something special happen today, and also have decided with advice from my friends I have decided to include my favourite pairing of Harry and Draco, so this story is now slash! Don't read if you don't like, abuse will not be tolerated.
Also I have things to inform you of, I very rarely make plans for my stories because most of the time I like to see where it'll take me, but for once I actually have. So I feel I might actually be able complete one this time. Yay!
Harry Potter and the Disc.
For some reason, the walk to Dumbledore's office, held a sense of impending doom for Harry. He walked, looking somewhat moody, behind professor Mcgonagall, feeling an unjustified emotion of anxiety.
They stopped outside the familiar gargoyle, "Humbug." Mcgonagall said.
And the gargoyle sprang to life, she gestured forward and Harry climbed the spiral staircase to the headmaster's office. He knocked on the door, and it swung itself open "ah, Harry my boy, do come in." Dumbledore's cheerful voice greeted him.
Harry entered the unforgettable space, dumbledore smiled and conjured him a chair. "Tea?"
Harry shook his head, and sat down, his stomach doing flip-flops.
"I suspect your wondering why I've called you here." Harry nodded again "well it's on business not to be taken lightly, not that I imagine you would." Dumbledore paused his eyes were darker than usual "As I told you last term, you are the one who must defeat Voldermort, although I do wish this burden did not have to fall on you, we must act accordingly. Now over the summer, I have been in contact with other sources and been trying to find a method of killing voldermort, and I believe we have found a way."
Harry's mouth if had been dry before, now it was the Sahara desert. He tried to swallow the lump that threatened to spill on the floor of the office. Mentally he chastised himself for being such a coward, he was a Griffindor after all, and he was supposed to have courage. But did that mean he had to be ok with the fact he had commit murder? That the fate of the world rested in his 16-year-old hands? He tried most of the time to just not think about it, to dwell, yet sometimes it seemed inescapable. Often he tried to reassure himself, it was dog eat dog, kill or be killed. But then dying was not an option.
He thought vaguely of the hero's from fairy-tales, they all seemed to have no problem, but it was something they'd been training all their lives for. But that's not reality, it was a story told by someone, something dreamed.
Harry swallowed, and summoned his voice "you have?" was all he managed, not feeling particularly articulate.
"Indeed me boy, It been found in ancient texts, a weapon called the 'gae bolg', the text themselves are pretty obscure as to detailing the weapon itself, and we've translated that their last known location is the Discworld."
Harry's expression just conveyed confusion, "The Discworld sir?"
"Yes Harry, you see there are other worlds than our own, in other universes. The Discworld is an example of one of those, but the disc in particular is very different to the world we live in. But I'll detail that later, as you'll need to be prepared."
Harry coughed "prepared, sir?" cursing himself inwardly for only being able to say small sentences
"Indeed, prepared for when you go there to retrieve the gae bolg."
"I thought you'd say that, out of curiosity why do I have to go? And what exactly is the gae bolg?"
"Well as I said the scripts are somewhat obscure, but we have reason to believe is a type of spear. That when it hit it's mark, it's head shoots out 30 darts coursing through the victims body causing instant death. Though we're not sure what else it does, there's a part we're not able to translate, something about madness, but not to worry. The reason you have to go is, according to legend, you must prove you're worth to the weapons guardian. So it must be you to go and retrieve it. I wish we didn't have to burden you with this Harry, but it seems to be our only option." Dumbledore finished looking slightly dejected, and small. Harry knew that despite his cheerful and optimistic manner the old man was beginning to feel the strain. His kind face, looked more lined that it had been before. And the twinkle that normally inhabited his eyes had faded, mischief was gone, the world was far too serious. "When is it I have to leave?" Harry managed finally, pulling himself together knowing he had little other choice, how selfish would it be if he just turned round and said no. His mind whirred a mile a minute, he shut his eyes tightly to clear his head.
"Not just yet, sometime after Christmas, there are something's that still need to be sorted. But I won't bore you with inane details. With that said I think you can go off to bed, I dare say your tired. Unless you want to ask me anything?"
Harry had about a million questions, but none would form on his lips, he simply shook his head again. Waiting for it all to sink in properly. Harry did not really pay attention to the journey back to the tower, when he came back to the tower he just looked blankly at Ron and Herimione and went to bed. Lying in bed he thought, maybe he was over reacting, it wasn't such a big deal, and at least they'd found a way of winning. He only had to travel to another world on his own, and get a weapon to kill the most dangerous wizard of all time. But then that's a fairly big thing for a boy of his age to do, who was he kidding? He was scared, but saw no other option, what did one life matter if it would save millions of others?
Love? Hate? Yes I should imagine it's pretty boring and short, but I felt this would be a good place to end the chapter. You know how it is.
I'm too afraid of what you'll say so, don't review, and if u do only say you read it. Ok? Cause that's all I wanna hear, because people are scary.
Also just a little note on the side, another innocent toilet roll has fallen victim to Maisy the cat's evil tyranny.