Harry Potter And The Imprisoning War
Copyright: I, The Author do hereby proclaim that I do not own The Harry Potter World. It is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and The W.B. Enterprises. I DO on the other hand, own a good deal of new things introduced in the book. Although I do not own them right and proper with a copyright. I would ask anyone to use my ideas to ask permission to use them.
Chapter 5: The Marmion Abbey and Library
Harry was in quite a better mood after saying farewell to his godfather and a visit from Moody, Tonks, and Lupin. He started to take walks every day and started eating more fully. (Before, he would merely have watery soup and a plate of vegetables.) With these changes, Harry was feeling refreshed and refurbished as we would when we come out of a bath in the morning.
One day, during his walk down the countryside (a good 2 hours walk from Little Whinging.) Harry stumbled on a tree root and fell down a very large hill. Down and down he went rolling over the hill until he met level ground. Breathing sharply, Harry stayed on the ground for a few more minutes. After opening his eyes...
BONG!!! BONG!!! BONG!!!
Harry closed his eyes again. The bonging of what ever it was made him feel as though his head split into fourths. When the bonging subsided, Harry opened his eyes and his mouth fell.
In front of him, its bell glowing in the sun stood a great cathedral built along the sides of a miniature castle. The bell tower stood alone and tall. About the size of five Hagrid's placed on their heads. The bell stood proud and great, gold and silver. Walking towards the door, Harry spotted a piece of stone on display. Walking to it he read...
PIECE OF THE VATICAN CITY CHURCH PRESENTED TO MARMION ABBEY AND ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH.
The stone was a fine white and rough. Gazing at it in admiration, Harry then remembered that he wanted to see the inside of the church. Leaving the stone, Harry walked through the great wooden doors (picturing God creating the Earth.) and entered the Marmion Church.
The Marmion Church entrance hall was beautiful. Traditional and bearing stone, Harry walked to a small table placed at the wall and read a small piece of paper.
3 MEDALS OF MARMION FOR A £5 DONATION
Harry placed not a five pound note (as he had no Muggle money). But a galleon in the donation box and took one medal for hisself. The medal was of silver and bearing the cross. On the other side, it bore the term I have full desire for the love of God. I give all hope to Him; I have kept none to myself. It then showed Jesus crucified on the cross. Harry, captivated by this beauty of craftsmanship, pocketed it and walked in to the church itself.
It was astonishing. The roof fifty feet above him, the room as quiet as quiet can be. The organ, just touching the tip of the ceiling. It was all breathtaking. As Harry walked instead of forward, to the right, He came across a small fountain.
"Holy water" Harry said.
Harry started to stare at the water. It was beautiful even though it was merely water. He was nearly touching it with his fingers to see what it felt like when...
"Good afternoon my son." a voice uttered in the church.
Harry nearly jumped in surprise. A tall and thin monk stood at Harry's side. He was old. About in his 80's and was leaning on a walking staff with a golden cross at the tip. He had tiny bifocals that were at the tip of his slightly long nose. His face was good natured and wrinkly. He had the look of a grandfather with monk's clothing.
"Hello..." Harry said. This man seemed kind yet a bit odd in Harry's mind.
"And who might you be?" The monk asked
"I am Harry Potter."
"Welcome to Marmion Church." The monk replied in a kindly voice (yet not saying his own name). "Is there anything I could assist you with?"
"No thank you" Harry said. "I am merely walking."
"Very well" The monk replied. "If there is anything you need assistance with, please try to find me."
"Thank you" Harry said.
"You're quite welcome. Good bye" The monk said. And he left to the platform below the large cross carrying the crucified Jesus and started to pray.
Suddenly, Harry had a burst of feeling not from his scar. But from his mind and heart, A sense of power and mystery, Harry noticed that his feet were walking even though he did not want to walk. He soon came before a great wooden gate the size of a troll, etched on a metal piece connected to the door was a message. The Marmion Library (We regret to inform only the Brotherhood of Monks of Marmion Abbey may enter the library.)
Harry did not want to anger the monks by entering the restricted library. But he felt such power that he was unable to not enter the library without hitting himself. So slowly, very slowly. He opened the door.
CREAK!
Harry opened the door more quickly due to the loud creak it had just emitted. Afraid he would attract the attention of the monk, he then walked in to the library.
The library was not big, nor was it small. It could have been more or less the size of an auditorium. But yet everywhere and everywhere were books. Hermione would have gone wild with pleasure at the books. Great tomes that weighed 40 pounds, Thin books no more than 5 pages, books that dated back t the 11th century, books that were no older than 2 months. So many books, but Harry quickly hid behind a set of books teaching Latin when a monk entered and peaked through a gap left by someone taking one of the tomes.
"Hello? Is there someone here?" a monk said. Not the one that greeted Harry. But an Irish one, (distinguishable by his accent.)
No response, Harry knew he would be in serious trouble for wandering in the monk's library.
"Hello!!" The monk shouted again.
Harry kept quiet.
"McCellean! What are you doing?"
This was the voice of yet another monk. He spoke with an American accent and was very fat.
"I heard something enter the library."
"So?" The American monk said. "It's probably another monk."
"I don't think so." The Irish monk said. "There hiding themselves" I have reason to believe it's an outsider."
"Oh very well" The American monk said. "I'll help."
Harry wouldn't dare even breathe in the fear of one of the monks finding him. He hid from the gap in the books and sat in fear. 'Please' Harry thought in silence. 'Please don't let them find me.'
BONG!!! BONG!!! BONG!!! BONG!!!
"Dear Lord!" the Irish monk said. "It's time for the afternoon Mass."
"We'd best go" the American monk said. And that's what they did, they left.
Harry sighed and tears nearly fell from his eyes in relief. Now that feeling of power and mystery returned. But in its absence, its power returned fivefold stronger. Harry started to search the library. The books were all fascinating. But when he entered the section named Hall of Marmion Records, he stopped. Truly something amazing must be here, for his ache now increased another sevenfold with the previous fivefold making it twelvefold. He walked into the section and searched the shelves.
He found files on past monks, additions to the church, the regular church itself, donation records and even diaries. But he found among all the scrapes of thick paper and volumes a piece of parchment that looked it came from the 8th century. It read...
Errudiah nourvous Britannia Hogwarts und Ipriosment servicious, ghe serpantre und Verihind un Swastickoria. Und Lione suffert
"It's that odd language again" Harry said in amazement. He read in English...
'The castle of Britain Hogwarts shall face an Imprisoning War. The Serpent shall take the form of a Great Swastika, whilst the Lion shall suffer."
Harry was stunned at this message. What would a message about Hogwarts be doing in a Muggle Cathedral? And also, what did it mean "face an Imprisoning War?" with those things in mind, Harry pocketed the parchment and left the library.
Luckily, the monks prayed out side in the garden. He took off for the hill and (after quite some climbing) ran back for Little Whinging
End Chapter
Hello1 Noticed you people STILL aren't looking at my story! Please note that the use iof a catholic cathedral in this matter is not in any way meant offensive. I am a catholic and am damn bloody proud of it Marmion is also a real cathedral. But it s located in America rather then Britain. Any way, Please PLEASE REVIEW, and God Bless you and your families.
Copyright: I, The Author do hereby proclaim that I do not own The Harry Potter World. It is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and The W.B. Enterprises. I DO on the other hand, own a good deal of new things introduced in the book. Although I do not own them right and proper with a copyright. I would ask anyone to use my ideas to ask permission to use them.
Chapter 5: The Marmion Abbey and Library
Harry was in quite a better mood after saying farewell to his godfather and a visit from Moody, Tonks, and Lupin. He started to take walks every day and started eating more fully. (Before, he would merely have watery soup and a plate of vegetables.) With these changes, Harry was feeling refreshed and refurbished as we would when we come out of a bath in the morning.
One day, during his walk down the countryside (a good 2 hours walk from Little Whinging.) Harry stumbled on a tree root and fell down a very large hill. Down and down he went rolling over the hill until he met level ground. Breathing sharply, Harry stayed on the ground for a few more minutes. After opening his eyes...
BONG!!! BONG!!! BONG!!!
Harry closed his eyes again. The bonging of what ever it was made him feel as though his head split into fourths. When the bonging subsided, Harry opened his eyes and his mouth fell.
In front of him, its bell glowing in the sun stood a great cathedral built along the sides of a miniature castle. The bell tower stood alone and tall. About the size of five Hagrid's placed on their heads. The bell stood proud and great, gold and silver. Walking towards the door, Harry spotted a piece of stone on display. Walking to it he read...
PIECE OF THE VATICAN CITY CHURCH PRESENTED TO MARMION ABBEY AND ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH.
The stone was a fine white and rough. Gazing at it in admiration, Harry then remembered that he wanted to see the inside of the church. Leaving the stone, Harry walked through the great wooden doors (picturing God creating the Earth.) and entered the Marmion Church.
The Marmion Church entrance hall was beautiful. Traditional and bearing stone, Harry walked to a small table placed at the wall and read a small piece of paper.
3 MEDALS OF MARMION FOR A £5 DONATION
Harry placed not a five pound note (as he had no Muggle money). But a galleon in the donation box and took one medal for hisself. The medal was of silver and bearing the cross. On the other side, it bore the term I have full desire for the love of God. I give all hope to Him; I have kept none to myself. It then showed Jesus crucified on the cross. Harry, captivated by this beauty of craftsmanship, pocketed it and walked in to the church itself.
It was astonishing. The roof fifty feet above him, the room as quiet as quiet can be. The organ, just touching the tip of the ceiling. It was all breathtaking. As Harry walked instead of forward, to the right, He came across a small fountain.
"Holy water" Harry said.
Harry started to stare at the water. It was beautiful even though it was merely water. He was nearly touching it with his fingers to see what it felt like when...
"Good afternoon my son." a voice uttered in the church.
Harry nearly jumped in surprise. A tall and thin monk stood at Harry's side. He was old. About in his 80's and was leaning on a walking staff with a golden cross at the tip. He had tiny bifocals that were at the tip of his slightly long nose. His face was good natured and wrinkly. He had the look of a grandfather with monk's clothing.
"Hello..." Harry said. This man seemed kind yet a bit odd in Harry's mind.
"And who might you be?" The monk asked
"I am Harry Potter."
"Welcome to Marmion Church." The monk replied in a kindly voice (yet not saying his own name). "Is there anything I could assist you with?"
"No thank you" Harry said. "I am merely walking."
"Very well" The monk replied. "If there is anything you need assistance with, please try to find me."
"Thank you" Harry said.
"You're quite welcome. Good bye" The monk said. And he left to the platform below the large cross carrying the crucified Jesus and started to pray.
Suddenly, Harry had a burst of feeling not from his scar. But from his mind and heart, A sense of power and mystery, Harry noticed that his feet were walking even though he did not want to walk. He soon came before a great wooden gate the size of a troll, etched on a metal piece connected to the door was a message. The Marmion Library (We regret to inform only the Brotherhood of Monks of Marmion Abbey may enter the library.)
Harry did not want to anger the monks by entering the restricted library. But he felt such power that he was unable to not enter the library without hitting himself. So slowly, very slowly. He opened the door.
CREAK!
Harry opened the door more quickly due to the loud creak it had just emitted. Afraid he would attract the attention of the monk, he then walked in to the library.
The library was not big, nor was it small. It could have been more or less the size of an auditorium. But yet everywhere and everywhere were books. Hermione would have gone wild with pleasure at the books. Great tomes that weighed 40 pounds, Thin books no more than 5 pages, books that dated back t the 11th century, books that were no older than 2 months. So many books, but Harry quickly hid behind a set of books teaching Latin when a monk entered and peaked through a gap left by someone taking one of the tomes.
"Hello? Is there someone here?" a monk said. Not the one that greeted Harry. But an Irish one, (distinguishable by his accent.)
No response, Harry knew he would be in serious trouble for wandering in the monk's library.
"Hello!!" The monk shouted again.
Harry kept quiet.
"McCellean! What are you doing?"
This was the voice of yet another monk. He spoke with an American accent and was very fat.
"I heard something enter the library."
"So?" The American monk said. "It's probably another monk."
"I don't think so." The Irish monk said. "There hiding themselves" I have reason to believe it's an outsider."
"Oh very well" The American monk said. "I'll help."
Harry wouldn't dare even breathe in the fear of one of the monks finding him. He hid from the gap in the books and sat in fear. 'Please' Harry thought in silence. 'Please don't let them find me.'
BONG!!! BONG!!! BONG!!! BONG!!!
"Dear Lord!" the Irish monk said. "It's time for the afternoon Mass."
"We'd best go" the American monk said. And that's what they did, they left.
Harry sighed and tears nearly fell from his eyes in relief. Now that feeling of power and mystery returned. But in its absence, its power returned fivefold stronger. Harry started to search the library. The books were all fascinating. But when he entered the section named Hall of Marmion Records, he stopped. Truly something amazing must be here, for his ache now increased another sevenfold with the previous fivefold making it twelvefold. He walked into the section and searched the shelves.
He found files on past monks, additions to the church, the regular church itself, donation records and even diaries. But he found among all the scrapes of thick paper and volumes a piece of parchment that looked it came from the 8th century. It read...
Errudiah nourvous Britannia Hogwarts und Ipriosment servicious, ghe serpantre und Verihind un Swastickoria. Und Lione suffert
"It's that odd language again" Harry said in amazement. He read in English...
'The castle of Britain Hogwarts shall face an Imprisoning War. The Serpent shall take the form of a Great Swastika, whilst the Lion shall suffer."
Harry was stunned at this message. What would a message about Hogwarts be doing in a Muggle Cathedral? And also, what did it mean "face an Imprisoning War?" with those things in mind, Harry pocketed the parchment and left the library.
Luckily, the monks prayed out side in the garden. He took off for the hill and (after quite some climbing) ran back for Little Whinging
End Chapter
Hello1 Noticed you people STILL aren't looking at my story! Please note that the use iof a catholic cathedral in this matter is not in any way meant offensive. I am a catholic and am damn bloody proud of it Marmion is also a real cathedral. But it s located in America rather then Britain. Any way, Please PLEASE REVIEW, and God Bless you and your families.