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Sorry for the long wait, I just didn't know what to write and the fact that my big brother (I h8 him!!!) forces me off the computer everyday so he can talk to his 'friends' on msn. He doesn't need to go on it! I mean there is such thing as a phone!! He's sooo annoying and smelly and ugly! And my parents let him do whatever he wants because he's their little boy! Talk about favouritism! Sometimes I wish I was adopted!
Italics are Harry's thoughts
Silent Tears.
Chapter 5: Harry Potter
The arrival of the strange boy had spread through Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry like wildfire. Everywhere, along corridors and in classrooms students and teachers alike swapped rumours about his looks and sudden appearance. Many of the younger teenagers seemed to think he was a stray muggle who had just wondered through the Forbidden Forest and came across the castle. Other argued that he was a Death Eater, sent to destroy their beloved castle by Voldemort himself.
One boy, Ernie Macmillan had gone so far as to say the boy was Voldemort son himself! Gasps and cries had erupted from the crowd that clustered around the Hufflepuff upon hearing his conclusion. However, none of their wild and ludicrous ideas had even scratched the surface of the truth.
A girl with bushy hair and large teeth sat on a lone bench in the Hogwarts grounds as she listened to Ernie tell yet another group of terrified first years exactly how 'Volemorts son' was going to kill them all. She shock her head in annoyance as the group of young boys and girls began to squeal. They were so easily fooled. She, unlike so many others had done some research after the teenager had inturupted the first Quidditch game of the year. Long hours of studying books had made her come to a conclusion. He had come from another dimension.
At first she had suspected he was a time traveller, but after a certain amount of spying and more book studying she had swept that idea aside.
She had worked out not to long ago that the boy had to be a Potter. After close examination of a photo she had taken of him while he slept, and a little investigating she was sure was correct. Messy black hair, quite skinny with round black glasses that framed handsome face. There was no doubt about it. He had to be a Potter.
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The second time Harry woke was to the sound of faint humming. Opening his eyes, he let out a groan as the fierce sunlight made contact with his tender pupils. The humming stopped instantaneously and instead a soft voice invaded his senses.
"Sorry. Did I wake you?" It was the voice of a woman, probably in her thirties.
(My brother forced me off the computer here, that's partly why it took so long to write.)
"No..." Harry mumbled. "Where am I?"
"Don't worry dear. You're at Hogwarts now. Nothing can hurt you here." Came the reply.
Rolling over onto his side, Harry reached for his glasses, trying to ignore the silent groans that came from his thin body.
"Here let my do that. You really shouldn't be moving." His glasses were snatched from his hand and gently placed on the ridge of his noise, resulting in a very white and familiar room coming into focus. "Are you hungry? Would you like me to get me something? I'll just pop into the kitchen on me way down to the Headmaster. He's very interested in you, you know?" Without waiting for a reply, Madam Pomfrey hurriedly left the room, closing the door on the way out.
Harry blinked. Why would Dumbledore be very interested in him? He knew who he was, didn't he? And how come Madam Pomfrey was being so nice? She normally yelled at him if he didn't keep still. Something was wrong. And Harry didn't like it.
Deciding to worry about that later, Harry amused himself be glancing around the room, taking in all the small changes. The hospital wing looked the same , but it somehow felt different. Like he was seeing it from outside.
Shaking his head, he continued his study. His brilliant eyes landed on a wizarding calendar. On the front was a picture of a red haired teenager, his left hand grasped his broom handle as he flew around picture frame. But what really caught his eye was the date. In big bold letters across the top it said: September 9th.
September the 9th! That meant school had already started! Had he really been out for that long!
His train of panicky thoughts were swiftly cut off as Albus Dumbledore walked into the room. His usual aura of power surrounding him, his blue eyes looking curiously at Harry as if he was a puzzle, that just couldn't be solved. Behind him came a smiling Madam Pomfrey, holding a tray filled with steaming food.
She set in down on Harry's lap then made for the exit, an odd look in her eyes.
"I'll leave you two alone, shall I?"
"Yes, thank you Poppy." The Headmaster sat done, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. "Well, aren't you going to eat that? You look famished."
Looking suspiciously down at the food, Harry slowing picked up a small roll and brought it to his mouth. At least in the roll, no horrible potions could be hidden. Mentally kicking himself for jinxing it the white roll, Harry quickly sat it out as he felt hot liquid running down his throat.
"Did he eat it?" The door sprang open and two wizards and a witch ran in to the room stopped to watch Harry try and cough up the disgusting potion.
"Yes, now please all have a seat, and would you mind closing the door. I would like to keep this private." Dumbledore said this all rather quickly before turning his face back to Harry who at the moment was looking as if the world had just ended.
This isn't happening! Dumbledore would never force a potion onto me! They must be Death Eaters.
"You do understand that this is entirely necessary. Don't worry it will not hurt you unless you try to resist. First I will start with introductions. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the Headmaster of this school. To your left is Sirius Black, I don't quite know how, but you seem to know him already. To your right is James Potter and next to him is his wife Lily. All of us are aurors. Now I would like to ask you a few questions. Please do not try to resist."
All this time Harry had been trapped in a kind of freakish nightmare, wondering when he was going to wake up. James and Lily Potter couldn't be alive. That was just impossible. And Sirius, he looks so young and healthy, even though right now his hard eyes were fixed on Harry, as if daring him to lie.
Harry didn't like it one bit. The look was completely foreign. Not the loving one Harry was used to, but the look a father might give a son when he's just found out his son has gotten a girl pregnant. It wasn't cruel or dark, but it wasn't friendly ever.
Harry pulled his eyes away from Sirius as Dumbledore asked the first and most challenging question.
"What is your name?"
Trying to resist was stupid. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight to potion, not in his weak state. Looking down at the tray full of food, he tried to mumble the answer, but the potion wouldn't let him. Instead it came out clear and loud.
"Harry Potter."
He didn't need to look up to see their reactions. He knew Dumbledore would frown that curious look on his face again. Sirius' face would clench I anger, but also disbelieve. He knew because he had worked it out. He wasn't in his own world. Somehow he must have transported himself to another world. But hey, anything in the wizarding world was possible wasn't it?
The only reactions he couldn't guess were those of his parents. He hadn't looked at them yet. He didn't want to. It was because he'd seen their faces a thousand times or more already, in his dreams. Ever since he'd seen their ghost-like faces appear from the end of Voldemorts wand, they'd haunt his sanctuary. In the world of dreams he'd been safe, nothing could touch him there. Until that night. Now it was more like a Hell. With the Dursley's, it had come his own private prison camp.
Well, I'll have to face this sooner or later. Maybe they can help me get home. After all, they are supposed to be Aurors.
Harry slowly looked up, waiting for the adults to overcome their shock. Sirius was the first to recover. His ocean blue eyes blazed at Harry, as if they were on fire.
The Boy Who Lived gulped. This was going to be a long day.
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End of chapter 5! I'll promise to get the next chappie out sooner. And I'm quite worried that the plot is moving to slow. Don't worry it will speed up once everyone knows who everyone is!
Next Chapter will be about Sirius from our world arriving. And by the way. If some of you are wondering where Remus went. Well, he left the night Harry arrived to do a check on Azkaban. That's why he's there when Sirius arrives.
I'll have to read my fic again cos I'm forgetting all my dates and times now!
Well you know what to do! Review!
Sorry for the long wait, I just didn't know what to write and the fact that my big brother (I h8 him!!!) forces me off the computer everyday so he can talk to his 'friends' on msn. He doesn't need to go on it! I mean there is such thing as a phone!! He's sooo annoying and smelly and ugly! And my parents let him do whatever he wants because he's their little boy! Talk about favouritism! Sometimes I wish I was adopted!
Italics are Harry's thoughts
Silent Tears.
Chapter 5: Harry Potter
The arrival of the strange boy had spread through Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry like wildfire. Everywhere, along corridors and in classrooms students and teachers alike swapped rumours about his looks and sudden appearance. Many of the younger teenagers seemed to think he was a stray muggle who had just wondered through the Forbidden Forest and came across the castle. Other argued that he was a Death Eater, sent to destroy their beloved castle by Voldemort himself.
One boy, Ernie Macmillan had gone so far as to say the boy was Voldemort son himself! Gasps and cries had erupted from the crowd that clustered around the Hufflepuff upon hearing his conclusion. However, none of their wild and ludicrous ideas had even scratched the surface of the truth.
A girl with bushy hair and large teeth sat on a lone bench in the Hogwarts grounds as she listened to Ernie tell yet another group of terrified first years exactly how 'Volemorts son' was going to kill them all. She shock her head in annoyance as the group of young boys and girls began to squeal. They were so easily fooled. She, unlike so many others had done some research after the teenager had inturupted the first Quidditch game of the year. Long hours of studying books had made her come to a conclusion. He had come from another dimension.
At first she had suspected he was a time traveller, but after a certain amount of spying and more book studying she had swept that idea aside.
She had worked out not to long ago that the boy had to be a Potter. After close examination of a photo she had taken of him while he slept, and a little investigating she was sure was correct. Messy black hair, quite skinny with round black glasses that framed handsome face. There was no doubt about it. He had to be a Potter.
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The second time Harry woke was to the sound of faint humming. Opening his eyes, he let out a groan as the fierce sunlight made contact with his tender pupils. The humming stopped instantaneously and instead a soft voice invaded his senses.
"Sorry. Did I wake you?" It was the voice of a woman, probably in her thirties.
(My brother forced me off the computer here, that's partly why it took so long to write.)
"No..." Harry mumbled. "Where am I?"
"Don't worry dear. You're at Hogwarts now. Nothing can hurt you here." Came the reply.
Rolling over onto his side, Harry reached for his glasses, trying to ignore the silent groans that came from his thin body.
"Here let my do that. You really shouldn't be moving." His glasses were snatched from his hand and gently placed on the ridge of his noise, resulting in a very white and familiar room coming into focus. "Are you hungry? Would you like me to get me something? I'll just pop into the kitchen on me way down to the Headmaster. He's very interested in you, you know?" Without waiting for a reply, Madam Pomfrey hurriedly left the room, closing the door on the way out.
Harry blinked. Why would Dumbledore be very interested in him? He knew who he was, didn't he? And how come Madam Pomfrey was being so nice? She normally yelled at him if he didn't keep still. Something was wrong. And Harry didn't like it.
Deciding to worry about that later, Harry amused himself be glancing around the room, taking in all the small changes. The hospital wing looked the same , but it somehow felt different. Like he was seeing it from outside.
Shaking his head, he continued his study. His brilliant eyes landed on a wizarding calendar. On the front was a picture of a red haired teenager, his left hand grasped his broom handle as he flew around picture frame. But what really caught his eye was the date. In big bold letters across the top it said: September 9th.
September the 9th! That meant school had already started! Had he really been out for that long!
His train of panicky thoughts were swiftly cut off as Albus Dumbledore walked into the room. His usual aura of power surrounding him, his blue eyes looking curiously at Harry as if he was a puzzle, that just couldn't be solved. Behind him came a smiling Madam Pomfrey, holding a tray filled with steaming food.
She set in down on Harry's lap then made for the exit, an odd look in her eyes.
"I'll leave you two alone, shall I?"
"Yes, thank you Poppy." The Headmaster sat done, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. "Well, aren't you going to eat that? You look famished."
Looking suspiciously down at the food, Harry slowing picked up a small roll and brought it to his mouth. At least in the roll, no horrible potions could be hidden. Mentally kicking himself for jinxing it the white roll, Harry quickly sat it out as he felt hot liquid running down his throat.
"Did he eat it?" The door sprang open and two wizards and a witch ran in to the room stopped to watch Harry try and cough up the disgusting potion.
"Yes, now please all have a seat, and would you mind closing the door. I would like to keep this private." Dumbledore said this all rather quickly before turning his face back to Harry who at the moment was looking as if the world had just ended.
This isn't happening! Dumbledore would never force a potion onto me! They must be Death Eaters.
"You do understand that this is entirely necessary. Don't worry it will not hurt you unless you try to resist. First I will start with introductions. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the Headmaster of this school. To your left is Sirius Black, I don't quite know how, but you seem to know him already. To your right is James Potter and next to him is his wife Lily. All of us are aurors. Now I would like to ask you a few questions. Please do not try to resist."
All this time Harry had been trapped in a kind of freakish nightmare, wondering when he was going to wake up. James and Lily Potter couldn't be alive. That was just impossible. And Sirius, he looks so young and healthy, even though right now his hard eyes were fixed on Harry, as if daring him to lie.
Harry didn't like it one bit. The look was completely foreign. Not the loving one Harry was used to, but the look a father might give a son when he's just found out his son has gotten a girl pregnant. It wasn't cruel or dark, but it wasn't friendly ever.
Harry pulled his eyes away from Sirius as Dumbledore asked the first and most challenging question.
"What is your name?"
Trying to resist was stupid. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight to potion, not in his weak state. Looking down at the tray full of food, he tried to mumble the answer, but the potion wouldn't let him. Instead it came out clear and loud.
"Harry Potter."
He didn't need to look up to see their reactions. He knew Dumbledore would frown that curious look on his face again. Sirius' face would clench I anger, but also disbelieve. He knew because he had worked it out. He wasn't in his own world. Somehow he must have transported himself to another world. But hey, anything in the wizarding world was possible wasn't it?
The only reactions he couldn't guess were those of his parents. He hadn't looked at them yet. He didn't want to. It was because he'd seen their faces a thousand times or more already, in his dreams. Ever since he'd seen their ghost-like faces appear from the end of Voldemorts wand, they'd haunt his sanctuary. In the world of dreams he'd been safe, nothing could touch him there. Until that night. Now it was more like a Hell. With the Dursley's, it had come his own private prison camp.
Well, I'll have to face this sooner or later. Maybe they can help me get home. After all, they are supposed to be Aurors.
Harry slowly looked up, waiting for the adults to overcome their shock. Sirius was the first to recover. His ocean blue eyes blazed at Harry, as if they were on fire.
The Boy Who Lived gulped. This was going to be a long day.
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End of chapter 5! I'll promise to get the next chappie out sooner. And I'm quite worried that the plot is moving to slow. Don't worry it will speed up once everyone knows who everyone is!
Next Chapter will be about Sirius from our world arriving. And by the way. If some of you are wondering where Remus went. Well, he left the night Harry arrived to do a check on Azkaban. That's why he's there when Sirius arrives.
I'll have to read my fic again cos I'm forgetting all my dates and times now!
Well you know what to do! Review!