A/N: Sorry for the wait people! I started school on Tuesday and have had a
ton of homework already. I have three books for my World Civ class and a
test in that next week, a biology lab report, and a french essay all due
Monday. Good news is that I have tomorrow off, so I can write this chapter
now and probably another one tomorrow.
This isn't a real chapter, it's the next part of a four part chapter.
Most of this is from the HP books.
It's suppose to be confusing, by the way. If you've read the Harry Potter Series (if you haven't, why are you on this site?), it shouldn't be that hard to follow.
Thanks to Double L and candleflame
CH14 PartB: All The World's A Stage
~He looked down at the Projector - a small, round disk that shone a deep silver - and placed his hand on it.
'It's Showtime.'~
Harry felt dizzy. He fell into a chair as memories washed over him.
'Come on, Voldemort and his supporters. Nothing else. Just Voldemort and his supporters. The Death Eaters.'
"Lily, take Harry and go! Run, I'll hold him off."
"Please not Harry, not Harry! Take me, kill me instead!"
"Stand aside you silly girl, stand aside now!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"He remembers that?" Harry heard Fudge say. The murmuring of the crowd grew.
Green light, screams, laughter, crying.
"There's no such thing as magic!"
Darkness.
"In the car crash when your parents died. And don't ask questions."
"Car crash?!?"
'No not this!'
"I swear I don't know how I got up there! I was just running and then I was on the roof!"
"Accidental magic," said Dumbledore. "He Apperated to a roof top when he was seven"
"It's not like I could have just grown it back. I don't know how!"
"Bad haircut."
A spoiled brat.
"I ... don't ... want ... him ... t-t-to come! He always spoils everything!"
Nasty grin.
"I'm warning you now boy - any funny business, anything at all - and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."
"Cupboard!?!" came Hermione's outraged shriek. "They locked him in a cupboard!"
Snake at the zoo.
"I get that all the time."
"Parseltounge."
"I know. It must be really annoying."
"Where do you come from anyway?"
Boa Constrictor, Brazil.
"Was it nice there?"
This specimen was bred in the zoo.
"Oh, I see - so you've never been to Brazil?"
"DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"
"Out of the way, you."
"Grrrr."
"Calm down, Hermione."
"Brazil, here I come ... Thanksss, amigo."
"Serves him right!"
"Harry was talking to it, weren't you, Harry?"
"Go - cupboard - stay - no meals."
"Bloody Dursleys."
Mr. H. Potter.....The Cupboard under the Stairs.....4 Privet Drive......Little Whinging......Surrey
"Dad! Dad, Harry's got something!"
"That's mine!"
"Who'd be writing to you?"
"Hogwarts' Letter."
"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want - "
"No. No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer ... yes, that's best ... we won't do anything ... "
"But - "
"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took him in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"
"They tried to hide it from him?"
"Who's writing to me?"
"No one. It was addressed to you by mistake. I have burned it."
"It was not a mistake. It had my cupboard on it."
"Er - yes, Harry - about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking ... you're really getting a bit big for it ... we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions! Take this stuff upstairs, now."
Letter after Letter after Letter.
"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?"
"No post on Sundays. No damn letters today - "
Letters whizzed down the chimney.
"I want you all back here in five minutes. We're going away. Just pack some clothes No arguments!"
Hotel.
"'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? Only I got about a 'undred of these at the front desk."
The hut.
"Anyway - Harry, a very happy birthday to yeh."
"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
"You never told him. You kept it from him all these years."
"Kept what from me?"
"STOP! I FORBID YOU!"
"Ah go boil yer heads, both of yeh. Harry - yer a wizard."
"I'm a what?"
"I knew you'd be just the same, just as - as - abnormal - and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!"
"Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!"
"I'll kill them. I swear I'll kill them."
"It's an outrage! A scandal! Harry Potter not knowin' his own story when every kid in our world knows his name!"
"But why? What happened?"
"See, there was a wizard who went ... bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was ... "
"Could you write it down?"
"Nah - can't spell it. All right - Voldemort."
You could practically feel the hall flinch.
"All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Hallowe'en ten years ago. You was just a year old. He came ter yer house an' - an' - Sorry, But it's that sad - knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find - anyway - You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then - an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing - he tired to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh - took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even - but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Harry. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age - the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts - an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."
"But what happened to Vol - sorry - I mean, You-Know-Who?"
"Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die."
"But what does a Ministry of Magic do?"
"Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there's still witches an' wizards up an' down the country."
"Why?"
"Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wanting magical solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone."
"Crikey, I'd like a dragon."
"Famous last words."
"This is it. The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
"Good Lord. Is this - can this be - ?"
"Harry Potter ... what an honor."
"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore. It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."
"Hullo. Hogwarts, too?"
"Oh, no, it's Malfoy."
"... I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"I say, look at that man!"
"That's Hagrid. He works at Hogwarts."
"Oh, I've heard of him. He's sort of a servant, isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper."
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's sort of a savage - lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."
"I think he's brilliant."
"Do you? Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're dead."
"Oh, sorry. But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"They were a witch and a wizard, if that's what you mean?"
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families."
"- and he said that people from Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in - "
"Yer not from a Muggle family ... Anyway, what does he know about it, some o' the best I ever saw were the only one with magic in 'em in a long line o' Muggles - look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!"
"So what is Quidditch?"
"It's our sport. Wizard sport."
"There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. You-now-Who was one."
"-unusual combination - holly an phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well ... how curious ... how very curious ..."
"Sorry, but what is curious?"
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother - why, it's brother gave you that scar."
"You're kidding!"
"Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember ... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter ... After all, He Who Must Not Be Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great."
"Everyone thinks I'm special. All those people in the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander ... but I don't know anything about magic at all. How can they expect great things? I'm famous and I can't even remember what I'm famous for. I don't know what happened when Vol - sorry - I mean, the night my parents died."
"Well, there you are, boy. Platform nine - platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they? Have a good term."
"They are awful. I can see why Harry hates summer break so much."
"Excuse me."
"Hey, it's us," said one of the Twins.
"Hullo, dear. First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too."
"Yes. The thing is - the thing is, I don't know how to - "
"How to get on to the platform? All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."
"What's that?"
"Blimey. Are you - ?"
"He is. Aren't you?"
"What?"
"Harry Potter."
"Oh, him. I mean, yes, I am."
"We were so charming, weren't we?'
"Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train? You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?"
"Who?"
"Harry Potter!"
"He saw his? Uggg."
"Is he really, Fred? How do you know?"
"Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there - like lightning."
"Poor dear - no wonder he was alone. I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get on to the platform."
"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-who looks like?"
"Ahhh..."
"I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day of school."
"Are you really Harry Potter?"
"Oh - well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes. And have you really got - you know ... "
The scar. Everyone always wants to see the scar.
"So that's where You-Know-Who - ?"
"Yes, but I can't remember it."
"Nothing?"
"Well - I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else."
"I heard you went to live with the Muggles. What are they like?"
"Horrible - well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers."
"Five. I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts ... You never get anything new either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat. His name is Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up."
"... and until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort."
Flinch.
"What?"
"You said You-Know-Who's name! I'd have thought you, of all people - "
"I'm not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name. I just never knew you shouldn't."
"So this is Dumbledore!"
"Don't tell me you've never heard of Dumbledore!"
"'Albus Dumbledore, currently Headmaster of Hogwarts. Considered by many the greatest wizard of the modern times, Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flammel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.'"
"...I've learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"
"I'm Ronald Weasley."
"Harry Potter."
"Look, the trio is all together."
"Are you really? I know all about you, of course - I got a few extra books for background reading, and your in 'Modern Magical History' and 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts' and 'Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century'."
"I talked a lot, didn't I?"
"Am I?"
"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me."
"Did you hear about Gringotts......"
Slowly, Harry slipped into absolute darkness.
This isn't a real chapter, it's the next part of a four part chapter.
Most of this is from the HP books.
It's suppose to be confusing, by the way. If you've read the Harry Potter Series (if you haven't, why are you on this site?), it shouldn't be that hard to follow.
Thanks to Double L and candleflame
CH14 PartB: All The World's A Stage
~He looked down at the Projector - a small, round disk that shone a deep silver - and placed his hand on it.
'It's Showtime.'~
Harry felt dizzy. He fell into a chair as memories washed over him.
'Come on, Voldemort and his supporters. Nothing else. Just Voldemort and his supporters. The Death Eaters.'
"Lily, take Harry and go! Run, I'll hold him off."
"Please not Harry, not Harry! Take me, kill me instead!"
"Stand aside you silly girl, stand aside now!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"He remembers that?" Harry heard Fudge say. The murmuring of the crowd grew.
Green light, screams, laughter, crying.
"There's no such thing as magic!"
Darkness.
"In the car crash when your parents died. And don't ask questions."
"Car crash?!?"
'No not this!'
"I swear I don't know how I got up there! I was just running and then I was on the roof!"
"Accidental magic," said Dumbledore. "He Apperated to a roof top when he was seven"
"It's not like I could have just grown it back. I don't know how!"
"Bad haircut."
A spoiled brat.
"I ... don't ... want ... him ... t-t-to come! He always spoils everything!"
Nasty grin.
"I'm warning you now boy - any funny business, anything at all - and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."
"Cupboard!?!" came Hermione's outraged shriek. "They locked him in a cupboard!"
Snake at the zoo.
"I get that all the time."
"Parseltounge."
"I know. It must be really annoying."
"Where do you come from anyway?"
Boa Constrictor, Brazil.
"Was it nice there?"
This specimen was bred in the zoo.
"Oh, I see - so you've never been to Brazil?"
"DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"
"Out of the way, you."
"Grrrr."
"Calm down, Hermione."
"Brazil, here I come ... Thanksss, amigo."
"Serves him right!"
"Harry was talking to it, weren't you, Harry?"
"Go - cupboard - stay - no meals."
"Bloody Dursleys."
Mr. H. Potter.....The Cupboard under the Stairs.....4 Privet Drive......Little Whinging......Surrey
"Dad! Dad, Harry's got something!"
"That's mine!"
"Who'd be writing to you?"
"Hogwarts' Letter."
"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want - "
"No. No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer ... yes, that's best ... we won't do anything ... "
"But - "
"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took him in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"
"They tried to hide it from him?"
"Who's writing to me?"
"No one. It was addressed to you by mistake. I have burned it."
"It was not a mistake. It had my cupboard on it."
"Er - yes, Harry - about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking ... you're really getting a bit big for it ... we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions! Take this stuff upstairs, now."
Letter after Letter after Letter.
"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?"
"No post on Sundays. No damn letters today - "
Letters whizzed down the chimney.
"I want you all back here in five minutes. We're going away. Just pack some clothes No arguments!"
Hotel.
"'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? Only I got about a 'undred of these at the front desk."
The hut.
"Anyway - Harry, a very happy birthday to yeh."
"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
"You never told him. You kept it from him all these years."
"Kept what from me?"
"STOP! I FORBID YOU!"
"Ah go boil yer heads, both of yeh. Harry - yer a wizard."
"I'm a what?"
"I knew you'd be just the same, just as - as - abnormal - and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!"
"Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!"
"I'll kill them. I swear I'll kill them."
"It's an outrage! A scandal! Harry Potter not knowin' his own story when every kid in our world knows his name!"
"But why? What happened?"
"See, there was a wizard who went ... bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was ... "
"Could you write it down?"
"Nah - can't spell it. All right - Voldemort."
You could practically feel the hall flinch.
"All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Hallowe'en ten years ago. You was just a year old. He came ter yer house an' - an' - Sorry, But it's that sad - knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find - anyway - You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then - an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing - he tired to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh - took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even - but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Harry. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age - the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts - an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."
"But what happened to Vol - sorry - I mean, You-Know-Who?"
"Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die."
"But what does a Ministry of Magic do?"
"Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there's still witches an' wizards up an' down the country."
"Why?"
"Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wanting magical solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone."
"Crikey, I'd like a dragon."
"Famous last words."
"This is it. The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
"Good Lord. Is this - can this be - ?"
"Harry Potter ... what an honor."
"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore. It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."
"Hullo. Hogwarts, too?"
"Oh, no, it's Malfoy."
"... I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"I say, look at that man!"
"That's Hagrid. He works at Hogwarts."
"Oh, I've heard of him. He's sort of a servant, isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper."
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's sort of a savage - lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."
"I think he's brilliant."
"Do you? Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're dead."
"Oh, sorry. But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"They were a witch and a wizard, if that's what you mean?"
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families."
"- and he said that people from Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in - "
"Yer not from a Muggle family ... Anyway, what does he know about it, some o' the best I ever saw were the only one with magic in 'em in a long line o' Muggles - look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!"
"So what is Quidditch?"
"It's our sport. Wizard sport."
"There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. You-now-Who was one."
"-unusual combination - holly an phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well ... how curious ... how very curious ..."
"Sorry, but what is curious?"
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother - why, it's brother gave you that scar."
"You're kidding!"
"Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember ... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter ... After all, He Who Must Not Be Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great."
"Everyone thinks I'm special. All those people in the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander ... but I don't know anything about magic at all. How can they expect great things? I'm famous and I can't even remember what I'm famous for. I don't know what happened when Vol - sorry - I mean, the night my parents died."
"Well, there you are, boy. Platform nine - platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they? Have a good term."
"They are awful. I can see why Harry hates summer break so much."
"Excuse me."
"Hey, it's us," said one of the Twins.
"Hullo, dear. First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too."
"Yes. The thing is - the thing is, I don't know how to - "
"How to get on to the platform? All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."
"What's that?"
"Blimey. Are you - ?"
"He is. Aren't you?"
"What?"
"Harry Potter."
"Oh, him. I mean, yes, I am."
"We were so charming, weren't we?'
"Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train? You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?"
"Who?"
"Harry Potter!"
"He saw his? Uggg."
"Is he really, Fred? How do you know?"
"Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there - like lightning."
"Poor dear - no wonder he was alone. I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get on to the platform."
"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-who looks like?"
"Ahhh..."
"I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day of school."
"Are you really Harry Potter?"
"Oh - well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes. And have you really got - you know ... "
The scar. Everyone always wants to see the scar.
"So that's where You-Know-Who - ?"
"Yes, but I can't remember it."
"Nothing?"
"Well - I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else."
"I heard you went to live with the Muggles. What are they like?"
"Horrible - well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers."
"Five. I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts ... You never get anything new either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat. His name is Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up."
"... and until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort."
Flinch.
"What?"
"You said You-Know-Who's name! I'd have thought you, of all people - "
"I'm not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name. I just never knew you shouldn't."
"So this is Dumbledore!"
"Don't tell me you've never heard of Dumbledore!"
"'Albus Dumbledore, currently Headmaster of Hogwarts. Considered by many the greatest wizard of the modern times, Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flammel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.'"
"...I've learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"
"I'm Ronald Weasley."
"Harry Potter."
"Look, the trio is all together."
"Are you really? I know all about you, of course - I got a few extra books for background reading, and your in 'Modern Magical History' and 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts' and 'Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century'."
"I talked a lot, didn't I?"
"Am I?"
"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me."
"Did you hear about Gringotts......"
Slowly, Harry slipped into absolute darkness.
