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Chapter 2: Unveiling What Can
Right as Harry stepped out of the fireplace he saw a huge dementor turn and start to glide towards him. Harry felt familiar feel of everything getting cold.
"Expecto Patronum!" shouted Harry.
Nothing but a small wisp of smoke escaped his wand. The next moment, Ivy popped out of thin air next to him, in a bit of a sweat.
"There were 4 more I had to take down after you left, sorry for the….WHAT THE HELL?" he gasped as he saw the dementor moving ever closer to the pair.
Harry started to feel faint; he could not think of any happy memories, for almost all of the possible ones he could have had were overshadowed by his still increasing grief over Sirius Black, his dead godfather. He started to hear moments, and even envision the events of what happened in the Death Chamber. He heard Sirius's cry of triumph as he was winning his battle with Bellatrix…Prince Ivy then tried his own patronus, which turned out to look like a mini dragonish creature. The pearly white mini-dragon lunged towards the ever-menacing dementor, and drove it from the house, with the door opening, and then closing after the dementor was gone.
"Harry are you alright?" With Harry's nod, he then continued, "What a day! What a damn day I tell you! Do you mind if I inform a few others? These events must be told. It's obvious one of you-know-who's plans are in play right now. We need help. Also some things must be figured…" He stopped abruptly, sensing Harry's decreased attentiveness.
"Listen, I will be back in one minute. Please Harry go upstairs and rest, God knows you need some. Perhaps my father will discuss matters with you. This is very urgent. Things must be found out…." He trailed off as he apparated with a crack.
Reluctantly, and a bit wary, Harry kept his wand tight in his right hand, and trudged up the stairs to the room that he had last stayed in the last time he was at Grimmauld Place.
"Ah, I see the young vigilante is back! Listen, I have to tell you something." Harry half turned his head as he walked in the room to see the portrait of Phineas Nigellus, a rude but knowledgeable relative of Sirius's.
Harry said nothing. He walked over to the bed, laid down, and put his head on the pillow.
"Listen, you dolt! I know a way you can communicate with Sirius!" With the mention of his Godfather's name, Harry swung his head around, but he swung it so fast he got a huge cramp in his neck.
Now very attentive and vigorously, Harry inquired "How? Tell me please! Can I see him? I knew he wasn't dea…" he looked down in disgust with himself. He was bringing up the one thing he had tried to deal with and let slip for the last 2 weeks.
"Calm down boy, calm down. Has Dumbledore ever told you the point of that mysterious veil, which he told me my dear nephew passed through?"
"No."
"The reason they call that room the Death Chamber is because it is a room of death…for magical purposes. When someone is hit with the killing curse of Avada Kedavra, their spirit can just be ripped from them and just randomly float anywhere, right? So long ago, in Merlin's time, in fact under the authorization of the brilliant man himself, 4 of those veils were constructed, to house the spirits of those afflicted by the killing curse, or those afflicted by deadly curses. You know you can die by other ways than Avada Kedavra, right?"
"No, well, maybe. Dumbledore and his…I mean this guy I met, both can do things that I've never seen before. I bet they could."
"Well Harry, anyway, when someone's spirit is torn from their body in the wizarding world, they cannot coexist with the muggle spirits, for then spiritual tranquility would not exist. So these veils are where wizards' spirits go when they are split. Your godfather's spirit was not ripped from his body. If I'm not mistaken, he was stunned into the veil, correct?"
"Yes, yes he was!" Harry felt a huge surge of excitement. He had never been happier in his life, he felt. He felt as if his energy and spirit had been rejuvenated, even though he had gone through some very dangerous proceedings the past few hours.
"Well then, all you need is a ghost to take his place! You see, the veil was built in such a way that it always keeps complete equilibrium. I presume you know how ghosts form, correct?"
With a nod of his head, Phineas continued, "Ghosts are never meant to cease to exist. They are spirits that goto the veil, but choose to not enter. Your Godfather, body and all, was forced into the veil. If you were to find a ghost, an outcast of the veil, one could say, that wants to pass on, part of Sirius could come back."
"Wait….part? What do you mean?" Harry felt a lump growing in his throat. He knew there had to be a catch.
"Ghosts by no means are spirits. They are personalities in spiritual form. Now if a ghost were to 'switch places' with Sirius, Sirius would come back as a spirit. Unfortunately, his body is irrecoverable. But from what I understand, the dark Lord went from spirit form to a full scale body, am I correct?"
Harry suddenly realized what could happen. It was incredible. It was unconvincing. But all in a moment, Harry suddenly determined that he would quit his stupid self-pity and antisocial ways. If he could resurrect Sirius, he could possibly have a weapon that Voldemort could never have expected, and he would have his Godfather back.
"I have to go now Harry, I am needed on the other side. But on an ending note, it is a very hard process, and I don't believe it has ever been done before. The only exception is with those who go into the veil-world body and all though. Good day, young sir."
Harry went to his bed, invigorated with life.
"My God! I knew he wasn't gone! I knew it!" he screamed at the wall.
Feeling a bit giddy, Harry got up and, quite unbecoming to his age, screamed with delight and danced around. After a few minutes, his fatigue finally caught up with him, and he sank down in bed gleefully. In a few minutes, he fell asleep.
There was Nearly Headless Nick, floating happily along with Harry, down the 9th floor corridor.
"Just a bit farther Nick, then you'll see!" said Harry happily.
Harry paraded through the door at the end of the hallway, and turned right purposefully. He strode through the door and saw the huge tiered room where the black mysterious veil stood in the middle. Harry strode with Nick to the dais in the middle, where he instructed, "Yes Nick, just go right through! Then you will pass on! I promise!"
"Alright Harry. Well, thank you for all! You've been a good person to me, and it was hard to find throughout my life. Thank you, Harry Potter."
Nick then floated on the dais, and raised his arms spiritually as he floated closer. Harry looked on with wide excitement in his eyes, expecting it to happen. As Nick floated through, he heard someone motherly say, "Harry dear, wake up. We're all downstairs."
He woke with a start. He turned away from the overly jovial form of Mrs. Weasley as he wiped his face and shook his head in disgust, as he had been dreaming something he knew he should not get so happy about. Harry knew he was one to always run into snags in a seemingly perfectly wound string.
"Just a minute, Mrs. Weasley."
"Okay, Harry dear. Please hurry though, we all need to speak with you on an urgent matter." She looked at him with serious eyes, switching her buoyant expression to one of seriousness.
She exited the room, and Harry sat on his bed to contemplate things for a minute. He thought to himself, "How could I be so dumb? This is so complicated. I cant just walk up to the veil with a ghost. I doubt Dumbledore would approve. He wouldn't want me using a ghost's sacrifice to bring back Sirius. But still, at least there is a way." As he thought this last thought, he smiled to himself, again rejuvenating his somewhat downtrodden spirit.
As Harry reached the middle of the landing on his way to the 1st floor, he heard a lot of voices. A lot sounded familiar, but a few didn't. When he reached the floor, he saw 12 people: Dumbledore, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, 2 people with heavy fur coats on, obviously not from the UK, 3 Asians with what looked like very heavy silky bathrobes on, a man with a suit and tie on, and a dark man with black hair wearing a very thin silk shirt.
"Hello Harry. I would like you to meet the world affiliates of the Order of the Phoenix. We have tightened and created alliances for this war. These 2 fine gentlemen (he motioned to the men with the fur coats) are Nikita Tianov and Mikhail Gorosov. They are our allied leaders from the Bulgaria/Russia area. These 3 fellows (he pointed to the Asian-looking people) are our representatives from Asia. There's Mr. Chang, Mr. Tiziki, and Mr. Xiang. That is Mr. Rodriguez, our affiliate from the South Americas (he pointed to the very tan man). And finally, this is our associate from the North Americas, Mr. Tullor."
As Dumbledore went through the names, all of them nodded at Harry. He wondered why there was such a prestigious meeting at this particular time. "Er… Professor…"
He was cut off, "You may call me Albus, Harry."
"Uh…well why were all these people summoned?" he asked truthfully.
"Because the events of today have sparked an imminent problem that needs to be sorted out. Harry Potter, within our ranks of the Order, we have a mole."
Quite suddenly, it occurred to Harry that Prince Ivy was not in the room…
Hehe another cliffie...PLEASE REVIEW! they are so pimpin.
Mrs. ChristinaFelton: Thanks for the kind words! You are too kind. Hehe I try. This chapter was for you kiddo. I hope the world is a better place now.
End note: As of now, I've decided to try to ride this pony to the end. I have some great ideas for the plot, and perhaps i could discuss them with someone, if you want. Again, please review! THANKS.
