Chapter Five
Whispers
"Harry, quit playing around with that," Patrick hissed.
Harry raised his eyes to meet Patrick's. He glanced back down at the old bookcase and slammed it back in the book case. That when it happened.
"What did you do now?" Patrick barked under his breath. He ran to Harry's side and stared as the book case began to move.
"I think it's a tunnel." Harry whispered.
"Where do you think it goes?"
Harry looked at his cousin and there was a great sense of mischief between them. "Never know if we don't take it." Patrick finally announced. Harry grinned and followed him through the tunnel.
"Are you cold Harry?" Patrick asked. The tunnel had turned dark once the bookcase had closed. They had lit up their wands to guide them along the passage.
Harry shivered, "No, I'll be fine."
Patrick nodded and moved on. He wasn't much taller than Harry. His hair was a few shades lighter and a bit more tightly as though Patrick tried to tame the Potter hair. His eyes were an icy blue that almost matched his sister's to a T. "Can I ask you something?"
Harry's heart skipped a beat. He had been asking Dumbledore and Seri and Sirius that all his life. The sentence felt familiar to his tongue as he had asked it many times, yet his ear strangers. no one ever asked him a question like that. "Err. okay sure." Harry said unsurely.
"How did you know where our wands were? And what about this passage?"
Harry felt his vein dry up. "I don't know. I just. a part of me just knew."
Patrick nodded, "And who's is the other wand; the broken wand?"
Harry felt inside his breast pocket and touched the pieces of the wand. "I don't know. could be Voldemort's old wand, I mean I'm sure after." Harry trailed off.
"Harry, don't be afraid of the past." Patrick condoled. "It can only haunt you, not harm you."
"It's not that I'm scared of that night it's that. I know so little about it." Harry messed with his hair.
Patrick opened his mouth in the shadows to answer but shut his mouth. Dim light fled into the tunnel.
"Where could they be?" A voice barked.
"I don't know my Lord." another answered in a whimper.
"Find them damn it!"
"Yes Lord."
"Damn you Potter! How could this be?!?!?" A door slammed shut above them and the light fled.
Patrick and Harry had frozen in their spot to listen. They waited a fair few moments till Harry whispered, "How could what be?"
Patrick looked at Harry and gently shoving him to keep walking. "We must be under the house, my guess we'll come out by the mine a mile or so from the house."
"How do you know it's a house? And how do you no about the mine?"
Patrick gave a grin, "Found out over an agreement."
Harry cocked an eyebrow, but backed down from asking any questions.
They walked on into the darkness, silent.
Their footsteps where oddly in-sync with one another and their thoughts far off.
Till they heard whispers.
"Did you say something Harry?"
"No, I thought you said something."
They stopped and looked around them. Nothing.
"We couldn't still be under the house could we?" Harry said.
"We might be." a drop of water hit Patrick square in the eyes.
"Water? But there wasn't any water earlier." Harry proclaimed.
"The moat." Patrick whispered.
"This placed has a moat? What is it, a castle?"
"Actually, yes it is. it's the Fata Morgana, Morgana's home off Italy." Patrick announced quickly. "How about I raise you up to the ceiling?"
"Why?" Harry gasp.
"So you can hear what they're saying dumb ass!" Patrick barked. He knelt down and cupped his hands. Harry looked down at him, sighed and placed his foot in Patrick's cupped hands. "One. Two." Harry gripped Patrick's shoulders, ".three." Patrick straightened up and Harry hit his head on the damp, dirt ceiling.
"Ouch," Harry hissed.
"You've been hurt more than that, now stop being a baby and see what you can hear."
Harry rolled his eyes and arched his head to listen.
"Would you shut up already daddy?!?" Harry heard.
"Seri, I just can't believe you let him go. He wouldn't have hurt Evans, he's his flesh and blood."
"And so is Harry, no hush!"
"Well, who is it?" Patrick hissed.
"It's Seri. and Sirius. sounds like more though." Harry whispered back.
"Angelica Sirius? Sirius Black? But. they're supposed to be dead!"
Harry chuckled and said they were far from dead how they were arguing.
"But why are they here?" Patrick asked.
"To save us."
"DUMB ASSES!" He said aloud, maybe too loud.
"What was that?" Harry heard Patrice whisper above him.
"I dunno, think it's them?" Remus spoke.
"We should move," Seri said.
"Look, the draw bridge," Sirius announced.
"Shit!" Patrice gasped.
A grinding noise of rusting iron filled over came the whispers. The draw bridge must be opening.
There was a loud thud.
"What was that?" Patrick demanded.
"Shhhh."
"Maybe we should go in," Remus said.
"Or maybe we should leave them. If Harry James Potter thinks he can defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named on his own, then let him damn well try." Patrice barked.
"Would you shut up, Cassidy wouldn't want that. for Harry or Patrick now just put a lid on it." Remus snapped.
"Come on," said a kinder female voice.
"Alright, lets listen to Martha. lets go." Sirius sighed.
"You aren't getting past these doors." A high pitched voice screamed. It was Voldemort.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed. "RUN AWAY!"
"HARRY?" Sirius cried.
Harry lost his balance and tumbled onto the tunnel floor on top of Patrick.
"Lift me back up," Harry demanded getting to his feet.
"What good is that? Come on." Patrick grabbed Harry's collar and starting running down the passage.
"Harry, quit playing around with that," Patrick hissed.
Harry raised his eyes to meet Patrick's. He glanced back down at the old bookcase and slammed it back in the book case. That when it happened.
"What did you do now?" Patrick barked under his breath. He ran to Harry's side and stared as the book case began to move.
"I think it's a tunnel." Harry whispered.
"Where do you think it goes?"
Harry looked at his cousin and there was a great sense of mischief between them. "Never know if we don't take it." Patrick finally announced. Harry grinned and followed him through the tunnel.
"Are you cold Harry?" Patrick asked. The tunnel had turned dark once the bookcase had closed. They had lit up their wands to guide them along the passage.
Harry shivered, "No, I'll be fine."
Patrick nodded and moved on. He wasn't much taller than Harry. His hair was a few shades lighter and a bit more tightly as though Patrick tried to tame the Potter hair. His eyes were an icy blue that almost matched his sister's to a T. "Can I ask you something?"
Harry's heart skipped a beat. He had been asking Dumbledore and Seri and Sirius that all his life. The sentence felt familiar to his tongue as he had asked it many times, yet his ear strangers. no one ever asked him a question like that. "Err. okay sure." Harry said unsurely.
"How did you know where our wands were? And what about this passage?"
Harry felt his vein dry up. "I don't know. I just. a part of me just knew."
Patrick nodded, "And who's is the other wand; the broken wand?"
Harry felt inside his breast pocket and touched the pieces of the wand. "I don't know. could be Voldemort's old wand, I mean I'm sure after." Harry trailed off.
"Harry, don't be afraid of the past." Patrick condoled. "It can only haunt you, not harm you."
"It's not that I'm scared of that night it's that. I know so little about it." Harry messed with his hair.
Patrick opened his mouth in the shadows to answer but shut his mouth. Dim light fled into the tunnel.
"Where could they be?" A voice barked.
"I don't know my Lord." another answered in a whimper.
"Find them damn it!"
"Yes Lord."
"Damn you Potter! How could this be?!?!?" A door slammed shut above them and the light fled.
Patrick and Harry had frozen in their spot to listen. They waited a fair few moments till Harry whispered, "How could what be?"
Patrick looked at Harry and gently shoving him to keep walking. "We must be under the house, my guess we'll come out by the mine a mile or so from the house."
"How do you know it's a house? And how do you no about the mine?"
Patrick gave a grin, "Found out over an agreement."
Harry cocked an eyebrow, but backed down from asking any questions.
They walked on into the darkness, silent.
Their footsteps where oddly in-sync with one another and their thoughts far off.
Till they heard whispers.
"Did you say something Harry?"
"No, I thought you said something."
They stopped and looked around them. Nothing.
"We couldn't still be under the house could we?" Harry said.
"We might be." a drop of water hit Patrick square in the eyes.
"Water? But there wasn't any water earlier." Harry proclaimed.
"The moat." Patrick whispered.
"This placed has a moat? What is it, a castle?"
"Actually, yes it is. it's the Fata Morgana, Morgana's home off Italy." Patrick announced quickly. "How about I raise you up to the ceiling?"
"Why?" Harry gasp.
"So you can hear what they're saying dumb ass!" Patrick barked. He knelt down and cupped his hands. Harry looked down at him, sighed and placed his foot in Patrick's cupped hands. "One. Two." Harry gripped Patrick's shoulders, ".three." Patrick straightened up and Harry hit his head on the damp, dirt ceiling.
"Ouch," Harry hissed.
"You've been hurt more than that, now stop being a baby and see what you can hear."
Harry rolled his eyes and arched his head to listen.
"Would you shut up already daddy?!?" Harry heard.
"Seri, I just can't believe you let him go. He wouldn't have hurt Evans, he's his flesh and blood."
"And so is Harry, no hush!"
"Well, who is it?" Patrick hissed.
"It's Seri. and Sirius. sounds like more though." Harry whispered back.
"Angelica Sirius? Sirius Black? But. they're supposed to be dead!"
Harry chuckled and said they were far from dead how they were arguing.
"But why are they here?" Patrick asked.
"To save us."
"DUMB ASSES!" He said aloud, maybe too loud.
"What was that?" Harry heard Patrice whisper above him.
"I dunno, think it's them?" Remus spoke.
"We should move," Seri said.
"Look, the draw bridge," Sirius announced.
"Shit!" Patrice gasped.
A grinding noise of rusting iron filled over came the whispers. The draw bridge must be opening.
There was a loud thud.
"What was that?" Patrick demanded.
"Shhhh."
"Maybe we should go in," Remus said.
"Or maybe we should leave them. If Harry James Potter thinks he can defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named on his own, then let him damn well try." Patrice barked.
"Would you shut up, Cassidy wouldn't want that. for Harry or Patrick now just put a lid on it." Remus snapped.
"Come on," said a kinder female voice.
"Alright, lets listen to Martha. lets go." Sirius sighed.
"You aren't getting past these doors." A high pitched voice screamed. It was Voldemort.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Harry screamed. "RUN AWAY!"
"HARRY?" Sirius cried.
Harry lost his balance and tumbled onto the tunnel floor on top of Patrick.
"Lift me back up," Harry demanded getting to his feet.
"What good is that? Come on." Patrick grabbed Harry's collar and starting running down the passage.