Hey, just wanted to say that u guys panic at the smallest thing!! Sirius
has only been caught, okay? Calm down people.
Oh yeah, I have a little problem. I know that I want there to be trial sometime in the future, but I don't know how to lead up to it. So if any of you have any suggestions please review and tell me. Thanx to everyone who reviewed. As for Sirius getting caught, it's all part of my plan (evil laughter). Ahem, anyway. Any suggestions u have, please review them in.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the characters and plots which I create.
1 Chapter 6
Harry woke up, feeling comfortable and warm. He could hear voices murmuring nearby. His eye's flickered open, and as he turned his head he caught sight of several blurry figures at the other end of the ward. Suddenly he felt a burning pain in his eyes. He let out a cry and threw up an arm to shield them from the light.
He could hear indistinct voices around him now, and he felt the lights dim, before lowering his arm.
He blinked a few times before opening his eyes properly again, and hearing several people gasp.
Someone placed his glasses on his face, and the people around him immediately came into focus, although a dull pain in his eyes still remained. The concerned faces of Dumledore, Snape, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey were leaning over him. Harry shook his head slightly to clear it.
"What happened, where am I?" It took Dumbledore a few seconds to tear his gaze away from Harry's eyes.
"Relax Harry", he said shakily, "You're in Hogwarts."
"But, my Uncle?" Harry heard his voice come out as a hoarse croak.
"Your Uncle has been… dealt with", said Dumbledore, thinking of how they had let Vernon go back to Privet Drive temporarily, after performing a complicated charm on him to make him think that Harry had gone back to Hogwarts early.
Harry tried to ask something else, but found that he was simply too exhausted. Dumbledore saw what he was trying to do.
"Relax Harry, go back to sleep. You will need your strength more than usual soon"
Harry was asleep before Dumbledore finished his sentence. The four adults looked at each other shakily. Finally Madam Pomfrey spoke.
"Did you see his eyes?" They were all finding it hard to erase the image of those eyes from their minds, the usual vibrant green they were used to seeing, dulled. And the lines, those dark, yet bright red lines that covered his eyes, spanning from the iris so that practically no white showed. The veins inside his eyes, which were popping. There was silence for a long time before Snape voiced another question,
"What could have done that to him, surely not a muggle?" Dumbledore stood up, running an ancient hand over his wrinkled face. "No, not a muggle. Those… lines, weren't there when we went to pick him up, remember? He was conscious when we first got there, his eyes were open for a second. Something, or someone else is affecting him"
*****
"He had what?" Molly Weasley exclaimed. Mrs Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George were sitting around Harry's bed in the hospital wing. Ron looked almost as if he had been crying earlier, although he wouldn't admit it. Fred and George both looked extremely worried. Without realizing it, they had begun to feel protective of Harry. Ginny had definitely been crying, she was still letting out occasional sniffs. Mrs Weasley simply felt angry, especially towards Harry's relatives, and towards Cornelius Fudge.
"Red lines, almost completely covering the white of his eye. But they weren't there when we went to get him", Dumbledore replied. It was just after noon.
"But, what could have caused it?" she asked uncertainly.
Dumbledore shrugged "Certainly not a muggle, that's for sure"
There was silence for a while before Ron spoke, "It's all my fault, I thought there might be something wrong with him, all his letters were almost identical, and he wrote them as if he were in a hurry. But I thought that maybe he was just still depressed about Cedric. I should have done something" He turned his face away from the group.
"Don't talk like that Ron, of course it wasn't your fault", Mrs Weasley chided.
"Ron, even if you had known, there would have been nothing you could have done. His room was covered in alarms, and there were 3 sets of bars on the window. There is no way that you could have done anything to help him escape", Dumbledore said gently.
"I could have told someone", Ron muttered angrily.
"No one would have believed you Ron. It wasn't your fault"
Ron looked slightly reassured, "Erm… professor?" he asked,
"Yes Ron", Dumbledore replied, gesturing for him to continue.
"Well, I was wondering when you were going to tell Harry about Sirius?"
Dumbledore sighed, "As soon as possible. When he is ready. In the meantime, I would prefer it if none of you would say anything to Harry about his capture" Dumbledore looked gravely around at them.
Suddenly Harry stirred. His face, which had previously been buried in his pillow, now turned upwards to face them. Mrs Weasley gasped, and everyone's eyes widened, not really believing what they were seeing.
The thin, bulging red lines had now spread to the area around Harry's eyes, covering his upper cheeks, and spanning out sideways to touch his hairline.
Dubledore looked slightly surprised, "It's spreading", he commented.
Suddenly Harry gave a loud piercing scream, and he began thrashing around, wildly. Before their eyes the lines began to grow, slowly spreading over his face, cris – crossing and weaving in and out of each other, until they covered his entire face. Then, suddenly, Harry stopped thrashing and screaming. He lay completely still, only occasionally twitching, as if the cruciatus curse had just been taken off him. A few seconds later, his eyes snapped open. There was now no white at all showing in his eyes. Just a black pupil, surrounded by a dull green iris, surrounded by deep red. Mrs Weasley let out a shriek, and everyone else drew back.
Then, as quickly as they had spread, the lines began to disappear, starting with the ends of the lines, at the edge of his face, drawing all the way back to his eyes, Until his eyes too returned to their normal colour.
Harry jerked his head suddenly, as if coming out of a trance, startling the group around his bed. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, and gazed around at them with wide eyes.
"What happened, what was that?" An emotion, which no one in the room had ever seen in him, was showing on his face. Fear.
(Shall I stop there? No, I couldn't leave you here)
Not nervousness, just pure, child like, fear. Cold beads of sweat were shining on his forehead.
Dumbledore was the first one to speak, "Relax Harry," he said, shakily, "Calm down, you're fine" Harry let his shoulders droop slightly.
Before Harry could ask anything, Dumbledore spoke quickly,
"What was it about Harry? The nightmare you were having". Harry looked surprised.
"How d'you know I was having a nightmare?" He asked.
"You were only screaming bloody murder", Ron exclaimed. He had a worried expression on his face. For the first time, Harry looked around and saw Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Mrs Weasley and Hermione staring at him. Each with concern written on their faces.
"Are you all right Harry?" Hermione asked gently. Everyone else turned around. Harry was slightly amused to see that Ron was blushing.
"Hermione, when did you get here?" Mrs Weasley asked her.
"Erm, in the middle of…" her voice faded. There was silence. Hermione looked desperate for something to turn the attention away from her.
"So, what's happening to Sirius? Is he really stuck in Azkaban again?" There were several groans.
Harry looked worried, "What about Sirius? What's happened to him?" he looked around, his gaze finally coming to rest on Dumbledore. Dumbledore sighed.
"Would you please leave us alone," he asked the rest of the group, "I think we both have some explaining to do".
(Whew, finished. That chapter was harder to write than I thought. I messed up in a few places, so I apologize for that. Oh yeah, I just wanted to tell everyone to check out Relle's story, "erm… baby Harry", and bug her until she starts her sequel. Thankx!!)
Oh yeah, I have a little problem. I know that I want there to be trial sometime in the future, but I don't know how to lead up to it. So if any of you have any suggestions please review and tell me. Thanx to everyone who reviewed. As for Sirius getting caught, it's all part of my plan (evil laughter). Ahem, anyway. Any suggestions u have, please review them in.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the characters and plots which I create.
1 Chapter 6
Harry woke up, feeling comfortable and warm. He could hear voices murmuring nearby. His eye's flickered open, and as he turned his head he caught sight of several blurry figures at the other end of the ward. Suddenly he felt a burning pain in his eyes. He let out a cry and threw up an arm to shield them from the light.
He could hear indistinct voices around him now, and he felt the lights dim, before lowering his arm.
He blinked a few times before opening his eyes properly again, and hearing several people gasp.
Someone placed his glasses on his face, and the people around him immediately came into focus, although a dull pain in his eyes still remained. The concerned faces of Dumledore, Snape, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey were leaning over him. Harry shook his head slightly to clear it.
"What happened, where am I?" It took Dumbledore a few seconds to tear his gaze away from Harry's eyes.
"Relax Harry", he said shakily, "You're in Hogwarts."
"But, my Uncle?" Harry heard his voice come out as a hoarse croak.
"Your Uncle has been… dealt with", said Dumbledore, thinking of how they had let Vernon go back to Privet Drive temporarily, after performing a complicated charm on him to make him think that Harry had gone back to Hogwarts early.
Harry tried to ask something else, but found that he was simply too exhausted. Dumbledore saw what he was trying to do.
"Relax Harry, go back to sleep. You will need your strength more than usual soon"
Harry was asleep before Dumbledore finished his sentence. The four adults looked at each other shakily. Finally Madam Pomfrey spoke.
"Did you see his eyes?" They were all finding it hard to erase the image of those eyes from their minds, the usual vibrant green they were used to seeing, dulled. And the lines, those dark, yet bright red lines that covered his eyes, spanning from the iris so that practically no white showed. The veins inside his eyes, which were popping. There was silence for a long time before Snape voiced another question,
"What could have done that to him, surely not a muggle?" Dumbledore stood up, running an ancient hand over his wrinkled face. "No, not a muggle. Those… lines, weren't there when we went to pick him up, remember? He was conscious when we first got there, his eyes were open for a second. Something, or someone else is affecting him"
*****
"He had what?" Molly Weasley exclaimed. Mrs Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George were sitting around Harry's bed in the hospital wing. Ron looked almost as if he had been crying earlier, although he wouldn't admit it. Fred and George both looked extremely worried. Without realizing it, they had begun to feel protective of Harry. Ginny had definitely been crying, she was still letting out occasional sniffs. Mrs Weasley simply felt angry, especially towards Harry's relatives, and towards Cornelius Fudge.
"Red lines, almost completely covering the white of his eye. But they weren't there when we went to get him", Dumbledore replied. It was just after noon.
"But, what could have caused it?" she asked uncertainly.
Dumbledore shrugged "Certainly not a muggle, that's for sure"
There was silence for a while before Ron spoke, "It's all my fault, I thought there might be something wrong with him, all his letters were almost identical, and he wrote them as if he were in a hurry. But I thought that maybe he was just still depressed about Cedric. I should have done something" He turned his face away from the group.
"Don't talk like that Ron, of course it wasn't your fault", Mrs Weasley chided.
"Ron, even if you had known, there would have been nothing you could have done. His room was covered in alarms, and there were 3 sets of bars on the window. There is no way that you could have done anything to help him escape", Dumbledore said gently.
"I could have told someone", Ron muttered angrily.
"No one would have believed you Ron. It wasn't your fault"
Ron looked slightly reassured, "Erm… professor?" he asked,
"Yes Ron", Dumbledore replied, gesturing for him to continue.
"Well, I was wondering when you were going to tell Harry about Sirius?"
Dumbledore sighed, "As soon as possible. When he is ready. In the meantime, I would prefer it if none of you would say anything to Harry about his capture" Dumbledore looked gravely around at them.
Suddenly Harry stirred. His face, which had previously been buried in his pillow, now turned upwards to face them. Mrs Weasley gasped, and everyone's eyes widened, not really believing what they were seeing.
The thin, bulging red lines had now spread to the area around Harry's eyes, covering his upper cheeks, and spanning out sideways to touch his hairline.
Dubledore looked slightly surprised, "It's spreading", he commented.
Suddenly Harry gave a loud piercing scream, and he began thrashing around, wildly. Before their eyes the lines began to grow, slowly spreading over his face, cris – crossing and weaving in and out of each other, until they covered his entire face. Then, suddenly, Harry stopped thrashing and screaming. He lay completely still, only occasionally twitching, as if the cruciatus curse had just been taken off him. A few seconds later, his eyes snapped open. There was now no white at all showing in his eyes. Just a black pupil, surrounded by a dull green iris, surrounded by deep red. Mrs Weasley let out a shriek, and everyone else drew back.
Then, as quickly as they had spread, the lines began to disappear, starting with the ends of the lines, at the edge of his face, drawing all the way back to his eyes, Until his eyes too returned to their normal colour.
Harry jerked his head suddenly, as if coming out of a trance, startling the group around his bed. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, and gazed around at them with wide eyes.
"What happened, what was that?" An emotion, which no one in the room had ever seen in him, was showing on his face. Fear.
(Shall I stop there? No, I couldn't leave you here)
Not nervousness, just pure, child like, fear. Cold beads of sweat were shining on his forehead.
Dumbledore was the first one to speak, "Relax Harry," he said, shakily, "Calm down, you're fine" Harry let his shoulders droop slightly.
Before Harry could ask anything, Dumbledore spoke quickly,
"What was it about Harry? The nightmare you were having". Harry looked surprised.
"How d'you know I was having a nightmare?" He asked.
"You were only screaming bloody murder", Ron exclaimed. He had a worried expression on his face. For the first time, Harry looked around and saw Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Mrs Weasley and Hermione staring at him. Each with concern written on their faces.
"Are you all right Harry?" Hermione asked gently. Everyone else turned around. Harry was slightly amused to see that Ron was blushing.
"Hermione, when did you get here?" Mrs Weasley asked her.
"Erm, in the middle of…" her voice faded. There was silence. Hermione looked desperate for something to turn the attention away from her.
"So, what's happening to Sirius? Is he really stuck in Azkaban again?" There were several groans.
Harry looked worried, "What about Sirius? What's happened to him?" he looked around, his gaze finally coming to rest on Dumbledore. Dumbledore sighed.
"Would you please leave us alone," he asked the rest of the group, "I think we both have some explaining to do".
(Whew, finished. That chapter was harder to write than I thought. I messed up in a few places, so I apologize for that. Oh yeah, I just wanted to tell everyone to check out Relle's story, "erm… baby Harry", and bug her until she starts her sequel. Thankx!!)