Heh....Minerva here. I don't actually have Artemis' approval to post this
chapter, but I'm doing in anyway. Here is how I THINK our conversation
would go.
Artemis: YOU DID WHAT?!!
Minerva: postedthechapterbecauseyoudidn'tgetbacktome
Artemis: What was that?
Minerva: Erm...decided that I didn't want to wait for you to get back to me to post this chapter
Artemis: I KEEL you!
Chapter 5: Anda Heile Entulesse
Harry stumbled over a root, for about the millionth time. How far away was this
Rivendell anyway? At least he was in better shape than Ron, who was stumbling with
what seemed like every other step. Ron was also having issues keeping up with the pace,
as he had not had the same amount of Quidditch training as Harry.
"Come on Ron! This is reflecting my Quidditch training skills! If you're having
troubles with this I may need to increase the program..."
"No, no you don't!" Ron heaved, his eyes opening wide. For 6th year Harry had
been made Quidditch captain (the Quidditch ban had been lifted), and his training
program had been rather intense and was often compared to Wood's. Actually speaking
of Quidditch...
"Ron why aren't we riding our brooms? Both of them know that we have them,
and Samwise claims that that old man is a wizard, so he would know all about Quidditch
and brooms!"
Ron's face brightened. "Hey I bet I can beat you to that clearing down there."
Harry looked at him begrudgingly. "On a Cleansweep? Compared to my Firebolt you
won't stand a chance!"
"But Harry," Ron started with a glint in his eyes, "I do believe that it is the one that starts wins the race."
"What..."
Ron took off flying. As soon as he realized what had just happened, Harry took off after his friend.
"Weasley! You Slytherin! Get back here!" Harry yelled, speeding up as fast as he could
to catch up with Ron. As he sped past some apple trees the boy-who-lived picked off
apples and began throwing them at Ron. Who, after getting hit a couple times in the back
of the head, eventually turned around and flew backwards, catching the apples that Harry
threw at him. Soon the race was forgotten and it was an all out war between the best
friends.
"ENOUGH!" Gandalf yelled from the ground. Harry and Ron looked at him, and then
looked at how high up they were. Ron gulped a little and slowly began his decent
towards the ground. Harry, however, had a different idea. Who did this Gandalf think he
was? He had no right to boss them around like that! Grinning widely Harry dived
straight down, right in the direction of the old wizard. 'That'll show him,' he thought as
the wind raced through his hair. Harry wasn't sure that his broom could go any faster
than what it was right now. He aimed to go just to the right of Gandalf, making it appear
as though he was going to run into the wizard. At the last second he pulled up. Ron and
Samwise were looking at Harry with amazement.
"That was bloody amazing Harry!" Ron encouraged. Harry who was going to look at
the expression on Gandalf's face, instead turned to his best mate, and sent him a gigantic
wining smile. That is until Harry felt something pull his beloved Firebolt out from
underneath him, and he landed on the ground with a loud thud. The old man, Gandalf,
had grabbed the broom, causing Harry to fall.
Harry glared. Both Samwise and Ron had the same reaction again. Only this time they
were both laughing their heads off at the Boy-Who-Lived.
Ron was trying to hide his amusement at the misfortunes of his best friend but couldn't
help but laugh. The look on Harry's face was priceless. After giving his best friend and
Samwise the look of death Harry turned to Gandalf, who had quite a different look on his
face. The man looked extremely annoyed and angry at Harry. However, not even the
gaze of the Dark Lord gave Harry much fright anymore and he just glared back.
Regaining his hurt pride the raven-haired teenager slowly got back on his feet. Once he
was up again, he reached to grab his broom from Gandalf. Gandalf seemed ready for this
though and held the broom high above Harry's head. This only proved to make Harry
angrier. "Give. That. Back. Now." He said through gritted teeth.
'Uh oh,' Ron thought. He had only seen his best friend this angry a couple of times. One
of those times being when Harry had almost killed his godfather for the thought to be
betrayal of his parents.
Gandalf didn't even bat an eye.
"Master Harry, you may have this...flying device back when you prove that you won't make a fool of yourself or your friend on it."
"I mean it. Give it to me!"
"Ummm...Mr. Gandalf sir...you might want to give that back now you see Harry's godfather gave that to him right after..."
"I don't care is the Gods themselves gave this broom to him," Gandalf interrupted.
"Gifts such as this should only be bestowed on those who will use them responsively."
Ron shut up when he saw the fire in Gandalf's eyes. However, the fire in Harry's eyes
was no less then in those of the old wizards. Leaves on the ground began to levitate
around Harry. Not even aware of them himself, Harry jumped to try and reach his
broomstick. Alas, he missed again. The two wizard's eye's locked onto one another's.
Harry felt the old man bearing into his eyes, about to access his memories in some
strange form of Legimancy. 'Oh no you don't,' Harry thought. With all his might he
shoved Gandalf out of his mind. The old man looked startled.
"Your eyes are honest," he said simply. Suddenly, as if it hadn't been there before at all
a great river appeared in front of them.
"It looks as though we have arrived!" Gandalf announced, ignoring the angry glare of Harry.
"Welcome to Rivendell!"
It was the most beautiful place that Harry and Ron had ever seen. Hogwarts, which was
quite beautiful, held no candle to this place. Everything here looked so natural and
beauty radiated off the very buildings! In fact, Harry and Ron were so engrossed in their
surroundings that they didn't even notice a bushy haired some one run up to them, with a
blonde right behind her.
"HARRY, RON! You're HERE!" The two boys suddenly found themselves being
strangled to death by the two girls.
"What happened to you? Where did you go? How did you find your way here? Where's
your broomstick Harry? I can't believe you made it! I thought I had lost you two!"
The questions and comments came so fast, that the two boys didn't have any time to truly
comprehend what their friend was saying.
"Slow down Hermione," Ron said, though he was very happy to see her as well.
Luna seemed un fazed by the arrival of Harry and Ron.
"Daddy always said that their were small creatures called Hobbits around. Now if only I
could take one home to him..."
The other's gaped at the Ravenclaw. They shook their heads, realizing that Luna's dad
probably did believe in Hobbits, sight unseen. The quartet chatted cheerfully for a couple
of minutes before the happy guise that Hermione was wearing wore off. They found
themselves quite alone.
Looking around, as if to make sure that there was no one else around Hermione
whispered, "They is a secret council meeting being held in one of the gardens. They
were talking about something very powerful, a ring I think, something they want to keep
out of the hand of a certain Dark Lord."
This caught Harry's attention. Voldemort was here too?
"I bet if we used my cloak we could get in. Hermione do you have your wand back?"
She nodded.
"Then let's go see what this ring business is that Samwise and the others were talking about..."
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Artemis: YOU DID WHAT?!!
Minerva: postedthechapterbecauseyoudidn'tgetbacktome
Artemis: What was that?
Minerva: Erm...decided that I didn't want to wait for you to get back to me to post this chapter
Artemis: I KEEL you!
Chapter 5: Anda Heile Entulesse
Harry stumbled over a root, for about the millionth time. How far away was this
Rivendell anyway? At least he was in better shape than Ron, who was stumbling with
what seemed like every other step. Ron was also having issues keeping up with the pace,
as he had not had the same amount of Quidditch training as Harry.
"Come on Ron! This is reflecting my Quidditch training skills! If you're having
troubles with this I may need to increase the program..."
"No, no you don't!" Ron heaved, his eyes opening wide. For 6th year Harry had
been made Quidditch captain (the Quidditch ban had been lifted), and his training
program had been rather intense and was often compared to Wood's. Actually speaking
of Quidditch...
"Ron why aren't we riding our brooms? Both of them know that we have them,
and Samwise claims that that old man is a wizard, so he would know all about Quidditch
and brooms!"
Ron's face brightened. "Hey I bet I can beat you to that clearing down there."
Harry looked at him begrudgingly. "On a Cleansweep? Compared to my Firebolt you
won't stand a chance!"
"But Harry," Ron started with a glint in his eyes, "I do believe that it is the one that starts wins the race."
"What..."
Ron took off flying. As soon as he realized what had just happened, Harry took off after his friend.
"Weasley! You Slytherin! Get back here!" Harry yelled, speeding up as fast as he could
to catch up with Ron. As he sped past some apple trees the boy-who-lived picked off
apples and began throwing them at Ron. Who, after getting hit a couple times in the back
of the head, eventually turned around and flew backwards, catching the apples that Harry
threw at him. Soon the race was forgotten and it was an all out war between the best
friends.
"ENOUGH!" Gandalf yelled from the ground. Harry and Ron looked at him, and then
looked at how high up they were. Ron gulped a little and slowly began his decent
towards the ground. Harry, however, had a different idea. Who did this Gandalf think he
was? He had no right to boss them around like that! Grinning widely Harry dived
straight down, right in the direction of the old wizard. 'That'll show him,' he thought as
the wind raced through his hair. Harry wasn't sure that his broom could go any faster
than what it was right now. He aimed to go just to the right of Gandalf, making it appear
as though he was going to run into the wizard. At the last second he pulled up. Ron and
Samwise were looking at Harry with amazement.
"That was bloody amazing Harry!" Ron encouraged. Harry who was going to look at
the expression on Gandalf's face, instead turned to his best mate, and sent him a gigantic
wining smile. That is until Harry felt something pull his beloved Firebolt out from
underneath him, and he landed on the ground with a loud thud. The old man, Gandalf,
had grabbed the broom, causing Harry to fall.
Harry glared. Both Samwise and Ron had the same reaction again. Only this time they
were both laughing their heads off at the Boy-Who-Lived.
Ron was trying to hide his amusement at the misfortunes of his best friend but couldn't
help but laugh. The look on Harry's face was priceless. After giving his best friend and
Samwise the look of death Harry turned to Gandalf, who had quite a different look on his
face. The man looked extremely annoyed and angry at Harry. However, not even the
gaze of the Dark Lord gave Harry much fright anymore and he just glared back.
Regaining his hurt pride the raven-haired teenager slowly got back on his feet. Once he
was up again, he reached to grab his broom from Gandalf. Gandalf seemed ready for this
though and held the broom high above Harry's head. This only proved to make Harry
angrier. "Give. That. Back. Now." He said through gritted teeth.
'Uh oh,' Ron thought. He had only seen his best friend this angry a couple of times. One
of those times being when Harry had almost killed his godfather for the thought to be
betrayal of his parents.
Gandalf didn't even bat an eye.
"Master Harry, you may have this...flying device back when you prove that you won't make a fool of yourself or your friend on it."
"I mean it. Give it to me!"
"Ummm...Mr. Gandalf sir...you might want to give that back now you see Harry's godfather gave that to him right after..."
"I don't care is the Gods themselves gave this broom to him," Gandalf interrupted.
"Gifts such as this should only be bestowed on those who will use them responsively."
Ron shut up when he saw the fire in Gandalf's eyes. However, the fire in Harry's eyes
was no less then in those of the old wizards. Leaves on the ground began to levitate
around Harry. Not even aware of them himself, Harry jumped to try and reach his
broomstick. Alas, he missed again. The two wizard's eye's locked onto one another's.
Harry felt the old man bearing into his eyes, about to access his memories in some
strange form of Legimancy. 'Oh no you don't,' Harry thought. With all his might he
shoved Gandalf out of his mind. The old man looked startled.
"Your eyes are honest," he said simply. Suddenly, as if it hadn't been there before at all
a great river appeared in front of them.
"It looks as though we have arrived!" Gandalf announced, ignoring the angry glare of Harry.
"Welcome to Rivendell!"
It was the most beautiful place that Harry and Ron had ever seen. Hogwarts, which was
quite beautiful, held no candle to this place. Everything here looked so natural and
beauty radiated off the very buildings! In fact, Harry and Ron were so engrossed in their
surroundings that they didn't even notice a bushy haired some one run up to them, with a
blonde right behind her.
"HARRY, RON! You're HERE!" The two boys suddenly found themselves being
strangled to death by the two girls.
"What happened to you? Where did you go? How did you find your way here? Where's
your broomstick Harry? I can't believe you made it! I thought I had lost you two!"
The questions and comments came so fast, that the two boys didn't have any time to truly
comprehend what their friend was saying.
"Slow down Hermione," Ron said, though he was very happy to see her as well.
Luna seemed un fazed by the arrival of Harry and Ron.
"Daddy always said that their were small creatures called Hobbits around. Now if only I
could take one home to him..."
The other's gaped at the Ravenclaw. They shook their heads, realizing that Luna's dad
probably did believe in Hobbits, sight unseen. The quartet chatted cheerfully for a couple
of minutes before the happy guise that Hermione was wearing wore off. They found
themselves quite alone.
Looking around, as if to make sure that there was no one else around Hermione
whispered, "They is a secret council meeting being held in one of the gardens. They
were talking about something very powerful, a ring I think, something they want to keep
out of the hand of a certain Dark Lord."
This caught Harry's attention. Voldemort was here too?
"I bet if we used my cloak we could get in. Hermione do you have your wand back?"
She nodded.
"Then let's go see what this ring business is that Samwise and the others were talking about..."
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