Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

By: Krystal Lily Potter

Chapter Fourteen: The Elements Inside

Rating: PG-13 (more on the AA side)

Couples: HP/HG, DT/LB, PP/SF, LL/NL, DT/GW, LB/RW, LL/RW, HP/PP (other twin), HP/EM, HP/CC…you know the whole raging hormone thing…

Summary: As Harry and his friends enter their sixth year at Hogwarts they don't enter the cheerful world they left behind. They enter a world covered in a thick blanket of fear. It only hits Harry how important he really is when people start seeing him as the light that allows them to see under this blanket. Along with his friend he must battle the horrors of the past, present, and possible the future to begin the end of the war, hopefully before it hits Hogwarts. What happens when people start disappearing from under Dumbledore's protection, and one of the famous 'trio' disappears? It's up to the last two, plus some more friends, to find a way to save all the people that disappeared because they can't fight this war on their own…

Warning: Dark themes will be mentioned a lot and there's going to start being a lot more dark themes described and if worst comes to worst I'll rate this R because of that. There's swearing, mentions of suicide, murder, rape, gore/bloody scenes, and other dark things like that…

Oh, are you a prefect Percy? You should have said something we had no idea."
"Hang on I think I remember him saying something about it, Once..."
"Or twice-"
"A minute-"
"All summer-"

Fred and George Weasley, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Harry went through the list of people in the DA with a suspicious look on his face. He had planned on getting information on everyone and was making files for every single person, himself, Hermione, Ron and Ginny included.

He sat alone in his dormitory. He should have been in class but he didn't really care today. Yes he'd probably get a few detentions for skipping class

Sighing heavily he looked out his window and saw his class at Hagrid's hut. They were all discussing their eggs, all of which had taken a color. There were various shades of red, green, yellow and blue. His red coloured egg, which was beside him on his bed, was the brightest one of that color by far, and he could clearly pick out Hermione's electric blue egg.

He finished conjuring the muggle files folders; he just needed to fill them with certain information. He knew the school had the information he wanted but he had no clue in hell about how he's going to obtain it.

He stretched out on his bed and the egg rolled to the side of his leg. In their class last week Hagrid had mentioned Harry's would hatch sometime real soon because it matured faster then any of the others.

Harry felt a small stab by his ankle and looked down curiously. He sat up straight and gasped. His mystic egg was hatching!

"When he said soon I didn't think he meant this soon! Oh drat! He knew it would be today so he wanted me in class! Great now I feel bad," Harry muttered to himself then looked at his watch, there was still a good forty-five minutes of Hagrid's class left.

He jumped up and pulled off his robes so he was just in his school uniform and wrapped the egg in his robes then took off towards Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid was a little downhearted to see that Harry wasn't there that day and watched as the students identified what their element was and some of the abilities they would have.

The class was only going for 15 minutes when he heard someone yell his name. Looking over curiously he saw it was Harry.

"There ya are 'Arry, whas a problem?" Hagrid asked.

"My egg's hatching," Harry replied. He noticed how the half-giants eyes widened happily and jumped slightly as he yelled, "'veryone look at this…'Arry's egg is 'atching."

People in the class started moving around and watching with interest as Harry unfolded his robes and the egg continued to shake and crack.

Hermione knelt down next to Harry and the two stared in interest. Harry thought she was close to him so she could see the hatching better but then winced sharply as she twisted part of his ear.

"Ow! Hermione!" he whispered to her angrily. "What was that for?" "For attempting to skip class," she growled lowly then watched with interest. Her eyes widened and she said, "Oh! It's got fur!"

That much was true, you could see little tuffs of golden fur

Suddenly the egg split down the middle and a little lion with mostly gold fur except for the little tuff on the end of his, which was a deep scarlet.

"A lion?" someone asked.

"I thought these were magical creatures," another said.

"Lions don't come from eggs," Hermione snapped at the person that said that.

Hagrid looked on with a little confusion then he smirked and said, "I know what tis.."

"What?" Harry asked him.

"Look closely," Hagrid replied.

The little lion was looking around curiously, sniffing for something and when Harry spoke it's small head shot towards him and it made a funny noise then suddenly flew at him.

Wait…flew?

Everyone saw it now…it was no lion, it was a griffin!

"Well I'll be," Dean muttered.

"Oh!" Parvati said. "Griffins are really rare!"

"This isn't just any Griffin…it's a fire one, there's a difference between the two," Hermione started. "A normal griffin is indeed extremely rare but one with a special element is even rarer then that."

Harry stared at the cub with wonder.

"The animals we get are supposed to show our personality and our traits, right Hagrid?" Susan Bones inquired.

"Yea," the large man replied.

"It fits," Hermione stated. "Harry loves flying, hence the wings, and he's brave, loyal, strong and an excellent leader."

Harry's cheek's turned a deep red and a few girls that were around him giggled as the griffin cub climbed up onto his shoulder.

Hermione had become obsessed with her egg after Harry's hatched. Harry often teased her that for the second time this year he was ahead of her. She just smacked him with a book or glare at him when he said that.

Along with that their prefect's duties seemed to have doubled somehow, even Hermione was surprised as to how much duties they had gave them rather then in fifth year. Harry simply said, "You and Ron never seemed to do any work last year…maybe that's why?"

"Oh don't give me 'you didn't do any work last year' because I seem to remember somebody else was struggling with their homework because they left it to the last minute," she would reply.

Obviously most people thought Harry would be a pushover Prefect like Ron had been, no offence to him, but they assumed that he would just leave everything to Hermione and wouldn't bother with them so nobody really cared if Harry showed up well they were causing trouble or being somewhere they shouldn't be. Needless to say their assumptions were wrong. If possible Harry was harsher then Hermione, he didn't give them a warning, he just took points and told them to get back to their common rooms, and also mentioned that if they didn't he would know. You didn't need to be a mind reader and you didn't need to be there to say they had been freaked out by that.

Harry was also constantly bombarded by Katie for help with Quidditch. He would often roll his eyes and just agree with everything she said unless he really didn't like it, which wasn't very often.

Currently Harry was sitting on his bed, watching his griffin, or Griffy as Hermione had dubbed him (Griffy's name was actually Godric, after Gryffindor himself), rolling on the floor, much to his amusement. He was thankful that he was indeed friends with Hermione Granger when he saw everyone else struggling to finish their homework when he had already been forced into finishing his.

Nobody, not even Hermione, had noticed Harry seemed really dazed and tired lately. Personally he was glad none of them noticed, it would surely set off suspicion and Hermione would figure out only too quickly that Harry had a Time Turner, which he started using as of lately.

He would use it to go back in time and do other things while he was in classes, so nobody would suspect anything. Although it was a little odd knowing that there was a second version of you running around sometimes.

Suddenly he felt a white-hot pain shoot though the right side of his head, where his scar was. It felt like when Voldemort possessed him last year. He was sure that no one else Voldemort possessed or tormented felt like this before. Ginny Weasley would argue with him but she sure as hell didn't have a bloody scar on her forehead!

He could feel his friends around him, panicking slightly and asking him what was wrong. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was somebody saying they were going to get Professor McGonagall.

Once again Harry was staring at the bloody corridor but something was different this time, every time his clone started talking to him there'd be a quick flash of another room. Obviously his second self didn't notice this because he kept on talking.

It flickered again but this time Harry saw someone in the room, concentrating.

Flash he was in front of himself again.

Flash, the other person.

Flash, his copy.

It continued doing this for awhile and was causing Harry to have a nasty headache.

"You have three days to find out what I mean Potter," Harry2 hissed but Harry barely heard him.

"Harry, mate, listen I can't get through to you too good so I hope you hear this. We're all alive and fine for now but I'm not sure how long that'll last. This is probably hurting you like hell and dad warned that you might start flashing between dreams which can hurt a lot too. We need help Harry…I'm not sure where we are but-"

Much to Harry's horror the voice was cut off as someone managed to wake him but before he woke up he muttered one word that caused the speaker of the paragraph before relief, "Ron…"

Harry's eyes snapped open to find his three worried friends plus Professor McGonagall hovering over him.

He looked around with slight confusion and McGonagall asked, "What happened Potter?"

"My scar hurt…I don't know why…but when I fell unconscious I heard…I heard Ron trying to talk to me," Harry explained.

There was a sharp intake of breath and Neville said, "Maybe you were imagining it?"

"No I wasn't," Harry said. "I'm sure of it."

"Maybe you should see Professor Dumbledore," Dean suggested.

"No, no I'm fine," Harry said and shook his head lightly. "I don't want to see Dumbledore anymore then I want to see Snape's 'delightful' face right now."

The little griffin, that was laying at his feet growled at the name Snape.

"Good boy Griffy," Harry said and patted him on the head, only to receive a purr in return. He actually rarely called him Griffy unless Hermione was around because, for some reason, she's just tut every time he said Godric.

McGonagall looked a little surprised at the boy's answer but he seemed well enough, although she was a little worried about something else.

"Do you think it was an attack?"

"What?" Harry asked.

"An attack. Albus mentioned that your scar hurt whenever Voldemort was feeling a particularly strong feeling or was close by," Minerva McGonagall said.

Harry thought for a minute then said, "Tell Dumbledore, it'd probably be best. But I'm not seeing him."

All of the other boys expected McGonagall to growl at him but they were mistaken, and shocked, as she said, "Alright, but take it easy Potter." With that she turned and left the room.

"McGonagall didn't flip out at you for defying Dumbledore!" Dean said with surprise.

Harry shrugged and asked, "What time is it?"

"Nearly 11, why?" Neville asked.

"No reason, just wondering," Harry said as he glanced amusingly at their homework, which was still not done. "But we do have classes tomorrow you know…"

The three boys looked at the parchment on their respective beds and all groaned and got to work on what they had left to do.

"Soon you're going to be a slave driver, just like Hermione," Seamus said jokingly.

"Hey I have to take my frustration out of somebody don't I?" Harry asked with an amused tone only to get three glares back and a slight stab of pain in his head.

Godric stared at him with narrowed bright green eyes and Harry whispered, "What?"

It sneezed and looked over at the window. Harry followed his gaze and saw Hedwig sitting outside the window.

He stood up and opened the window. It was pouring rain out but his owl didn't fly into the room right away, it hooted and moved its head towards the ground before flying in.

Harry got a confused look on his face as Hedwig sat beside the window and continued hooting and nodding down to the ground and he was surprised when Godric joined the snowy owl at the window ledge and started growling at whatever was outside.

Dean, Neville and Seamus were all asking what was wrong but Harry ignored them as he looked down at the grounds below.

There was a shadowy figure standing in the rain. The person was drenched, he could see that.

He was about to yell at the person to get inside (he was a Prefect after all) when the person walked into view, still not noticing Harry.

His eyes widened and he realized he was staring at…himself!

Suddenly a wave of memories flew at him and hit him hard enough to give him a slight headache.

"The walls are made from the blood of the sacrificed, held together by their bones and flesh."

Harry got a disgusted look on his face and turned around to face where the noise came from, but what he saw he wasn't expecting at all.

He was staring at himself!

The person in his dreams, the one that threatened him…was him! He couldn't remember who the female was that protected him but right now he could have cared less.

He ran over to his bed, threw on his sneakers and ran down the stairs without even putting on a cloak!

Ignoring the people that called him as he ran by and the perplexed looks he got from his friends Harry continued running. He took the stairs by twos and he didn't care at all about running into Filch. He knew he'd get in trouble, mind you he was allowed to be out because he was a Prefect but he wasn't supposed to be alone.

Actually he did indeed run past the caretaker, who looked extremely startled and very angry. He had known Harry kicked his cat and was determined to get revenge somehow.

Harry felt his heart pounding against his chest as he ran outside and into the pouring rain. He continued running until he stopped, panting heavily. Sure enough, there, staring at the lake was his other self.

He took a few steps forwards but not much. Suddenly the other Harry turned around and stared at him with a smirk. But it wasn't a teasing smirk like Hermione often sent him or a mischievous one that Ron liked to wear or his own amused one…it was evil. Much like a certain other dark wizard he knew.

Harry2 took a step towards him but didn't say anything. He just tapped the right side of his forehead…which was clear! There was no scar of any kind of that Harry's face but if you looked closely at the real Harry could see some more light scars other then the one he was famous for. One being from where he was smacked by the whomping willow in his third year and where he fell down the stairs at the Ministry last year.

Suddenly he felt a second, even more painful pain in his scar, he wasn't sure that was possible though.

He fell to his knees from pain but managed to reach into his pocket and pull out his wand.

"STUPEFY!"

The other Harry just vanished just as Filch looked out the door, Professor McGonagall along side him. They didn't see the other Harry but they saw the stunning curse and they saw black magic float into the forest.

"Potter, get in here now!" McGonagall yelled with slight fear in her voice.

Now that the other Harry was gone the real Harry's head didn't hurt as much. He was able to push himself onto his feet and run back into the castle, soaping wet.

Filch was about to say something about detention but McGonagall interrupted, "I will take you to your common room Mr. Potter. You will not get detention because you were trying to stop something evil from getting into the castle. If you had not disobeyed the rules and had brought Ms. Granger with you I might have awarded points but you didn't so I won't."

Harry just stared at her, thankful he wasn't getting more detention, he really didn't have time for it anymore. He followed her back to the Gryffindor common room silently, that is until they reached the Fat Lady.

McGonagall rounded on him and said, "Potter…Harry…don't do anything stupid, you understand me?"

Harry stared at her and nodded his head. His slightly long hair moved and accidentally splashed the teacher a little. "Oops, sorry Professor."

"It's quite alright. Now get some dry cloths on Potter and for the love of Merlin get some rest, you look exhausted and I'm sure that you don't want to be falling sleep in your classes tomorrow," McGonagall said sternly.

"Charms, Ancient Runes and Healing…no not really. 'Night Professor," Harry said, yawned and turned to the fat lady. "Snape's a git." The Fat Lady giggled at the password, being slightly tipsy, and let him in without a word.

McGonagall shook her head and muttered, "I'm getting too old for this…how does Albus put up with this for so long…"

"Harry! GET UP!"

Harry awoke the next morning with a groan and stared at the angry face of Hermione Granger. "What time is it?"

"Breakfast is almost over! Nobody else could wake you up so I had to! Now come on or we'll be late for class!"

Harry sat up, feeling a little light headed and said, "I'll meet you there Mione, alright? I've got a feeling I'm going to be late today. Tell Professor Flitwick that, ok?"

She shot him a worried look then said, "Alright…if your sure…"

"Yes I am, get going," he said and shoved her a little away from his bed. She nodded and walked out silently, but shooting a worried look back at him.

Once Harry was sure Hermione was gone he forced himself to stand up straight, only to feel painfully dizzy and nauseous.

He couldn't hold it in and went to the bathroom and threw up.

Breathing heavily he said, "Maybe I shouldn't have ran out in the rain when I was already weak because of my scar…"

He stood up but even with his contacts (he got Hermione to Charm them! He never had to take them out! Handy aren't they?) on everything was still blurry and spinning.

He stumbled into his bed again and put the covers over himself, he was shaking but he felt so hot.

"Great, just what I need," Harry muttered and closed his eyes, slowly falling back to sleep with sweat pouring down his face and he was shaking like mad.

Professor Morgan looked around with worry etched on his face then said, "Where's Mr. Potter?"

A few people shrugged and everybody looked at his empty seat then at Hermione, who sat beside him.

"I don't know sir," Hermione said, realizing everyone was waiting for her to answer. "I got him up this morning but he just said he would probably be late for Charms class so I should go ahead…"

Suddenly the door open and Harry walked in. If he looked closely you could see him shaking but he placed an illusion charm on himself just so no one would see how sick he really looked.

He had heard Hermione's statement and said with a guilty looked, "I fell back asleep, so I guess this class is the one I'm late for."

"It's quite alright Mr. Potter," Professor Morgan said. "Take your seat."

Harry was glad Professor Morgan wasn't very strict, had it have been McGonagall he would have lost points and Snape would have simply given him detention and took about 50 points.

Harry got out his book and Professor Morgan walked over and passed Harry his assignment sheet then walked back to his desk.

"Where were you?" she hissed.

"Asleep," he muttered and yawned. He was still exhausted and didn't feel to well.

She just shot him a look and continued on with her work.

Harry looked at his sheet and saw that he had to study and explain the rune ihwaz.

"The rune of defence," he muttered under his breath, catching Hermione's gaze as she looked at it. He traced his finger along the steep backwards Z form it took. He flipped through his book for a few seconds before saying, "I don't get it. This is the rune of defence but it translates to yew tree and its meanings are yew tree, archer's bow, weapon, magic, deflection, and prevention. That's a pretty big stretch."

"I know," Hermione agreed and moved over to help him since he didn't have as much experience in this class as she did. "You know this is a special rune. Tell me why?"

Harry read through a part of his book and said, "All runes have symbols with them. Gemstones, trees, plants, numbers, colors, elements, gods, goddesses, a gender and an astrological correspondence. This one's normal aside from the fact that it's associated with the number 13, which is considered unlike and the fact that all elements apply to it."

"Right," Hermione agreed.

Harry continued to read the page over and fill out his sheet some but he couldn't focus, everything seemed extremely blurry.

"Are you alright Harry?" Hermione whispered to him.

Harry wasn't listening to her, he stared at the symbol and his eyes looked like someone had light a candle behind them. He was about to open his mouth to tell Hermione something when a cold voice whispered, 'no' in his head.

Suddenly images rushed through his mind causing his scar to hammer in the most pain it ever had.

11-year-old Ron falling odd of a destroyed knight chess piece after sacrificing himself.

12 year old Hermione petrified in the hospital wing.

11-year-old Ginny almost dead looking in the Chamber of Secrets.

Ron being dragged into the Whomping Willow by a large black dog and he and Hermione being batted by the tree.


Hermione and himself running away from a werewolf as it chased them through the ForbiddenForest.

At least a hundred Dementors coming down on Sirius, Hermione and himself.

Ron ignoring Harry because he was jealous of him getting in the triwizard tournament.

Cedric falling to the ground, dead.

Wormtail cutting Harry's arm for blood.


Voldemort rising again.

People shunning him because they believed he was insane for claiming Voldemort was back.

Neville under the Cractis Curse.

Ron struggling with the brains.

Luna sliding across a desk and falling unconscious.

Ginny holding her broken ankle in pain.

Hermione falling to the ground in shock.


Sirius falling through the veil.

Harry couldn't take it anymore, he felt his mind black out on him but not before he heard a terrified Hermione yell, "Harry!"

"What happened?"

"Nobody really knows, apparently he blacked out in Ancient Runes."

"And then Poppy found an illusion charm on him and it turned out he was really sick?"

"Yeah! The charm originated from his wand too so he put it on himself…"

"Well that was a stupid thing to do…"

Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked at the familiar ceiling above him and he knew the place he resided…the hospital wing.

"Harry, you're awake!"

He looked over to see an anxious looking Hermione beside him.

Blinking slightly he coughed then said, "What happened?"

"You collapsed in class," she replied. A guilty look passed across her face and she said, "You should have told me you weren't feeling very well! I was so scared when you fainting. Then Professor Dumbledore told us there was another attack. Oh god." She was crying a bit by now.

"Hey I'm ok. I took a bit of a run in the rain yesterday and that along with my scar hurting the way it did was enough to get me sick I guess," Harry replied.

She sighed and said, "Next time you're sick…TELL ME! Or I swear I'll hit you the way I did Malfoy in third year!'

Harry smirked at the memory of Hermione punching Draco Malfoy in the face then frowned and said, "Memories…that's why I fainted! I had a rush of memories! I remember, I figured something out in Runes! Someone or something obviously didn't want me to figure out what I did so they forced the memory gates to open! What was I working on?"

"The Defence Rune. But the odd thing was what you wrote all over it. You started writing the answer then…you wrote this," she passed him the page.

Harry looked at him and saw the answer he had written, then all over the rest of the page he wrote 'defence' and 'the elements inside'.

"What the hell does 'the elements inside' mean?" he thought out loud.

Hermione knew he wasn't asking her so she didn't say anything.

Suddenly Harry remembered hearing more then one voice before he woke up and looked around. A little bit away from him Professor Evelyn was talking to Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned when he felt Harry's eyes on him then walked over. The normal twinkle in his eyes was gone and he looked stern. Hermione shrank back slightly from fear but Harry just glared back at him. Professor Evelyn on the other hand looked positively furious, but not at Harry, at Dumbledore. Her eyes were narrowed and had a dangerous spark to them.

"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said sternly. "This morning there was an attack on a student outside of the library. It has come to the attention of myself as well as Professor Snape that you were missing from your first class at the time. Madam Pince said she saw you leave the library seconds before she heard a scream of a student…"

"You think it was me?!" Harry roared! His eyes held both anger and confusion. "I didn't attack anyone! I wasn't even in the library, I was sick all morning! I still don't feel good!"

Dumbledore went to talk again when Evelyn said, "I told you! How on earth could he be responsible for that when he was so sick!"

"Clara do not take that tone with me," Dumbledore said.

"Don't take that tone with you? Excuse me! I believe I'm a Professor here not a student!" she said angrily. "You have no right to accuse Harry of anything sir."

"There is no other explanation for him being seen by the library…" Dumbledore started but was cut off by, much to everyone's shock, Hermione.

"With all do respect sir, I've been to the library tons of times and the halls there, were the attack was, is long and wide. There is no way, from what you described, Harry could have left, attacked someone and vanished without 30 seconds. If he had been there then Madam Pince would have caught him at the scene of the crime," Hermione said.

Dumbledore stared at Hermione and some of the twinkle in his eyes returned.

"It is possible that something else did though," Evelyn said. "Minerva did tell you what she and Argus saw yesterday when Harry here ran outside, did they not? The shadow…"

"Yes of course," Dumbledore said with relief in his voice. "I did not want to believe you did anything Harry but the Ministry is becoming very strict. I now have a suitable case to aruge on your behalf. I will be off to talk to the Minister."

The three watched the headmaster leave and Harry said with confusion, "He didn't believe me before…"

Professor Evelyn seemed to have come to the same conclusion and said, "Thinks are getting awfully strange around here…"

Author's Random Babbling

Woot! We all love this part of the story right? (Insert extreme sarcasm here)

Well yeah…I don't have much to say right now.

Take note there is a bit of Ron in this chapter! lol! Poor kid…I'm so evil to him! But you all know now that he is alive!

I'm so sorry about my spelling and grammar, I know I'm terrible with it plus my spell check has something against me…and things might not make sense because I write the way I talk and where I'm from (somewhere in the wilderness of Canada…LOL! Kidden!) people have pretty bad accents…I have a slightly better one but that's not the point…things might just sound a little messed up to someone else and sound perfectly normal to me.

For example…answer this! "How's she booting' er?"

LMAO! That looks so stupid even to me! Well anyways I'll get onto the reviews and all the hints are very well hidden…actually I sort of notice them AFTER I write a chapter…not well I'm writing it. Some things I write are extremely important while other things I write that might seem important are just there to throw you off (Smiles innocently).

Well see ya'll later!

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