Title: Harry Potter and the Staff of Merlin
Author: Legolas-gurl88
Disclaimer: Bows to J.K. Rowling J.K. Rowling is the brains behind the operation… I'm just an unworthy follower!
Author Note: Sorry if this chapter sounds choppy… I wrote it at last minute! Also, I hope all you Americans had a good 4th of July!
Story time!
6. Followed
Two days following the trip to Diagon Alley an exited feel came over those returning to Hogwarts-- except Harry, who was growing more nervous by the minute, at the prospect of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.
He was also growing tired of everyone following him around. It made him even angrier when he thought, Grimmauld Place was a secret… Dumbledore was the Secret Keeper and no one outside those that Dumbledore had told knew it even existed… so why was everyone following him around?
Ron and Hermione were making it even worse (though, Harry had to admit-- slightly amusing) by trying to guess who or what their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was.
"Maybe it's a vampire, like Dean said at the end of the third year--"
"Oh, Ron, don't be thick!" Hermione would say.
"What do you think, Harry?" Ron asked, ignoring Hermione, "Harry?"
Harry jerked slightly; he had been staring absentmindedly out of the bedroom window as Ron sat at the foot of his own bed and Hermione sat on Harry's trunk.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher-- what do you think it will be?"
"Human." Harry answered shortly, turning to look back out of the window.
"What's up with you, Harry? You've been so quiet lately." Ron said, standing up from his spot on the bed to walk closer to Harry. When he was right beside him, he looked out the window as well.
"Looking for anything in particular?" said Ron grinning.
"A big black dog," Harry said, casting his thoughts over to Sirius. Ron's grin faded instantly.
"It's been months now, since Sirius snuffed it… can't you get over it?"
"Ron!" Hermione hissed at the look on Harry's face.
"No, Hermione, he's right," Harry said, "I mean, why should I be sulking around all the time because Sirius died because of me… I mean--" he looked at Ron angrily, "he was only my Godfather, the only parental figure I can remember. And why sulk about my parents either?" Harry's voice was getting louder, "I never knew them, why should I care so much? They were only my parents. You've never had to think about things like that, Ron, you've never had to hear your Mum screaming in your ears when a Dementor gets close. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE!"
"Okay, sorry, mate," Ron said quickly, sounding offended and just a little scared as Harry stood, fuming on the spot. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I'm just sick of seeing you so depressed."
Harry turned and walked to the other side of the room, facing the wall and trying to take calming breaths. He could feel his friends' gazes and suddenly felt uncomfortable. He took one last deep breath and turned back around, facing Ron, Hermione looking fearful.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't've gone off like that. It's just… Voldemort is picking off the people I love one by one… I'm just afraid of who's going to be next…" he broke his gaze as he felt his voice crack
"Harry?" he heard Hermione's small voice and he looked back at her.
"You can talk to us, you know that, Harry?" she said soothingly.
"Sure, I can talk… and you'll say you understand, but you won't completely understand…" Harry said and he broke off again and he turned and kicked the wall in anger. The impact shook the blank portrait on the wall and he heard Phineas Nigellus's voice hiss, "Keep it down!"
"I'm sick of being locked up! I hate it here! I hate the fact that people have to tail me, like I can't take care of myself!" He walked to the other side of the room, to his bed and dropped down and kept his eyes on his shoes. Hermione swiveled herself around to face him and Ron walked closer and sat on the other side of the bed.
"Harry, we're supposed to be your friends, mate," Ron said, sounding more serious than he had ever, "If you can't talk to us, who can you talk to?"
"You don't have to talk to us now, but remember," said Hermione and Harry looked at her, "Even if we won't fully understand, we'll listen and that's got to be better than just ignoring the fact that you really need to talk, Harry."
Harry laughed bitterly and looked away.
"Is that a clue that you want to talk now?" he asked.
"When you're ready Harry," Hermione said, "But right now, I want to talk and I need you to listen,"
"Alright," Harry said. Hermione gave a look to Ron and he raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly. Hermione sighed.
"We know you're hiding something from us." Hermione said, "If not one thing, a lot."
Harry's stomach churned, but he kept his new gaze on the floor.
"Like what?" he asked.
"Well," started Hermione, "Why do you look so tired nowadays?"
Harry was silent for a minute, but in the end, decided he'd better say.
"I can't sleep." he said finally."You've never been able to sleep right," Ron said.
"Ron, shut up, this is serious." Hermione said. "Go on, Harry."
"Every night, I always have one dream or another that just turns into a nightmare and… I couldn't sleep if I wanted to."
"Don't you want to?" asked Hermione, frowning.
"Yeah… no…" Harry said, "Don't get me wrong, I want to sleep, but… I just can't… every time I fall asleep, I just get woken up again by some stupid nightmare."
"What are they about?" Hermione persisted.
"Why do you care?" Harry asked rudely, instantly feeling guilty for his rudeness.
"Harry, come on, we're getting somewhere finally. I just want to know." Hermione said.
"Well… Sirius, Voldemort, my parents, Pettigrew, the prophecy, Cedric… everything bad that's ever happened to me."
"Ah," Hermione said. Then, she did something that Harry was surprised at completely-- she leaned over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him.
"I'm glad you told us what was going on." she said, her voice muffled as she dug her face into Harry's shoulder, "Don't you feel better, now?"
"What are you-- my mother?" Harry said, trying to reduce the grimness that had come over the room. In truth, he felt so light, like a big heavy burden had just been lifted off his back. "…yeah-- yeah, loads better. Thanks you guys."
"Yeah, er--" Ron said, looking as Hermione kept her arms around Harry, squeezing him tighter and tighter, "You wouldn't mind if I didn't hug you too, Harry?"
"Hermione, I can't breathe!" Harry said. Hermione jumped and let him go.
"Sorry." she said. But then, she just leaned over and gave him another hug.
Crack!
Everyone jumped as they saw Fred and George appear. They looked slightly shocked as they saw Hermione's arms wrapped around Harry.
"Er-- we're not intruding on anything, are we?" Fred asked, grinning slyly.
"Sorry, we'll be off now," said George, laughing, but turning his laugh into a cough at the last minute.
"Just wanted to tell you that Mum sent us to tell you that dinner is ready and that she's been calling you down for the past ten minutes and is worried because she thought she heard young Harry yelling and was wondering if he was alright, poor love!" Fred said rather quickly.
"Those three!" George said, mimicking his mother's voice, "They wouldn't know the house was on fire if I didn't call them and tell them it was!"
"Like they'd hear her!" Fred yelled.
Crack!
Fred and George were gone.
"Well, dinner's ready," Ron said, rubbing his hands together.
The mood at dinner had more or less eased maybe just a tiny bit of Harry's worries, but as he sat and listened to Mr. Weasley talking about a lady in Kent having to go to the Muggle Hospital due to a beating broomstick, finding it rather hard to explain what happened, Harry couldn't help but feel slightly worried, despite what he and his friends had just talked about. If truth be told, Harry wasn't sure what he was more worried about and a few times came to the conclusion that the feeling was permanent. Almost three-quarters of the way through dinner, there was another large Crack! and Harry had to turn and see who it was that had Apparated into the dining room.
Percy.
Percy? It was then that Harry realized that in all the worrying he had been doing since going to Grimmauld Place, he hadn't once asked Ron how the fight between Mr. Weasley and Percy was going. However, using the pompous looking Percy with a large grin upon his face, his horn-rimmed glasses glinting happily, as a clue, he guessed things had finally blown over.
"Good evening, Father… Mother," he strolled over to his parents and kissed them each in turn.
"Hello, Percy, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, pulling out her wand and conjuring another chair out of thin air for Percy, "Sit down and have some food and pumpkin juice… you look parched, dear! How was work?"
"Same as always, Mother," Percy said, accepting the goblet of juice from his mother and taking a large draft of it. "Busy. The Minister wants me to go to the Daily Prophet office tomorrow and supervise the making of a new article; You-Know-Who, Where Is He?"
It was then that Percy noticed that there were other people in the room.
"Oh, good evening everybody!" he said with a huge wave of surprise that didn't fool many. There were grumbles from Lupin and Tonks and Kingsley. Bill and Fleur nodded. Ginny waved merrily.
"Ah, Prefect!" Percy exclaimed, eyeing the badge pinned to Ginny's front robes, "Well done, Ginerva, well done! And Harry Potter, is that you?"
"Who else would it be?" Ron mumbled into Harry's ear and Harry laughed, choking on his own pumpkin juice.
Percy started to stack food onto his plate whilst looking at Harry.
"I must say, I apologize to you for my behavior last year. But who was I to believe; the Minister of Magic, or a fifteen-year-old boy who was told to be unbalanced?"
"Oh, no, Percy, he doesn't blame you in the slightest!" said Ron, "He doesn't mind either that you call him unbalanced. And as of who to believe… try 'your friends and family.'"
"That's enough, Ron," said Mrs. Weasley as Percy stared at Ron coldly, taking another drink from his goblet, eyeing Ron over the brim. "Now, who wants dessert?"
There were several loud 'yes pleases' from everyone at the table. Harry, however, stood up and put his napkin on the table, oblivious to everyone else in the room. He quietly made his way to the door, enjoying not being interrogated.
"Harry, dear, where are you going?" Mrs. Weasley said, "Don't you want dessert?"
Harry winced; he had been so close to getting out of the kitchen. He could hear the chatter die down and knew that everyone was looking at him. He turned around.
"No thanks, Mrs. Weasley. I'm a bit tired, I think I'll turn in early." he lied.
"Oh, are you feeling alright, Harry? Do you want me to bring anything up?"
"N-no, I'm fine, thanks. I'm just going to go to sleep."
Before he left the room, he looked at Ron and Hermione and they looked slightly worried; he knew they had a reason. He had just told them he couldn't sleep and he probably looked suspicious turning down dessert which he always partook in. Before the door closed behind him, he could hear Lupin's voice,
"You know, Molly, I've got a lot of work to do; I think I'll be getting on with it." There was a scooting of a chair and Harry ran as fast as he could towards the stairs, wanting to avoid Lupin, whom he was still angry with. He was too late.
"Harry, wait." he heard Lupin say behind him and he halted three steps up.
"Come down here, I want to talk."
"You want to talk?" said Harry quietly, not turning around and gripping the railing so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Yes, Harry, I want to talk."
Harry paused for a minute before taking another step up the stairs.
"Harry, please, I want to talk."
Harry took another two steps.
"Harry James Potter, I want to speak with you now!" Lupin said and Harry stopped, shocked at the definite coldness and annoyance in Lupin's voice.
Harry turned around.
"What?"
"Come here." Lupin said.
"I'm fine right where I am," Harry said distantly. Lupin looked slightly shocked at Harry's behavior before taking on the steps himself.
"Fine, I'll come to you. What I wanted to say was that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so irrational and at the time, I was just so caught up in things to think that this has to be harder for you than for me."
Harry's heart began bursting with emotion, but he remained frigid, not wanting to give in and feel bad for his temper.
"All right, can I go now?" he said finally.
"If you want. Good night to you." Lupin said and he walked back down the stairs and back into the kitchen and Harry could hear him say, "On second thought, Molly, I think I will have dessert… I can work later."
A soft chime went off from somewhere in the room next to Harry's and Ron's room. Ron lay snoring as he did every night; Harry was used to it, but he, himself was laying awake, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Sirius. Ron was right; it had been ages since Sirius had died-- but Ron, who's family consisted of him and eight others, had never felt what it was like to lose someone so close. Maybe Ron didn't think it was a big deal, but Sirius had been the only parental figure Harry could remember… why shouldn't he care?
Harry blinked, trying to clear his mind and keep his itchy eyes open. He checked his watch; midnight.
Harry sat up in bed and slipped his shoes on, pulling his pants on over his pajama bottoms and jerking on a sweatshirt over his nightshirt. Silently, he crept towards the door, tiptoeing the whole way and as he pulled the door closed behind him, jumped as he heard the creaking stairs around him. He was in complete darkness. Harry pulled out his wand.
"Lumos," whispered Harry and his wand tip lit up.
Harry paused; why had he gotten up in the first place? Where did he want to go?
"Out," Harry whispered to himself. He wasn't lying to himself, he knew that. He knew what he longed for was fresh air and no one tailing him like a bloodhound to a fox. So, without further ado, Harry made his way down the stairs and do the front door. As his hand touched the handle, he heard something fall behind him. He turned around to see a broken vase, and paused for a while, making sure no one had been roused.
Harry turned back to the door and went outside. As he stepped off the driveway, he saw Grimmauld Place shrink away until only Grimmauld Places eleven and thirteen were the only ones there. Turning off the driveway and onto the sidewalk, Harry zipped up his sweatshirt.
Why Harry had been so short today, even he didn't know.
"It's just stress," Harry said.
But you didn't have to be so nasty to Lupin… he was only trying to apologize for something that he didn't do. That little voice inside his head was coming back.
"But he doesn't know what it's like to lose family."
And Sirius wasn't like family to him?
"They've been friends since they were in Hogwarts--"
Exactly… don't you think this has been equally hard on everyone?
"…Yeah." Harry whispered. "I just miss Sirius."
Of course you miss Sirius, but that doesn't mean you can stop living.
Harry started to feel scared that he was taking advice from his own mind. Harry walked by an old woman carrying grocery bags and when he passed her, he turned to see another woman walking not too far away from himself.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his scar and winced. Unlike most other sharp pains that his scar gave the past few months, this one continued. Harry put a hand to his forehead and rubbed it frantically, for the pain was so blinding that he started feeling slightly dizzy. He felt his knees his the concrete beneath him and before he knew it, his face was pressed against it as he felt the last of his conciousness drain from his tired and injured body.
…Harry…
Someone was calling him. A woman's voice…
…Harry…
…Harry…
The voice changed into a high cackle.
…Harry Potter…
… Come out, Harry… come out and play, then… it will be quick… it might even be painless… I would not know… I have never died…
No… Harry thought in his head, No… I won't come out…
A room materialized from no where and Harry saw Voldemort standing in the middle of a chain of Death Eaters. One broke the chain and fell to his knees, kissing the hem of Voldemorts' robes.
"My Lord, the Dementors have joined us again… they set free all the Death Eaters that were imprisoned."
"Good." Voldemort said, "And the Giants?"
"We are close to having them join us, My Lord," the same Death Eater said.
"Good, good… anyone else?"
"We have some Dragon Eggs that we are going to hatch and train to fight for us, My Lord."
"Very well, is that all?" Voldemort said, sounding slightly bored.
"Yes, My Lord."
"Then you are dismissed."
"Thank you, My Lord." The Death Eaters cleared out, all but one.
"My Lord?" Wormtail's quivering voice was heard from behind the cloak, "Y-you wanted me to stay?"
"Yes, Wormtail, I asked you to stay."
"May I ask why, My Lord?"
"Wormtail, tell me this; how can you get to your enemies the best?" Voldemort asked, while walking to an armchair and sitting down.
"Er-- kill them?"
"No, Wormtail… cast your useless mind out… how would you be able to hurt them the most, make them suffer more than they would were you to kill them?"
"The Cruciatus Curse?" Wormtail said tentatively.
"No… love Wormtail, love." Voldemort rolled his eyes.
"We-- must-- love them… My Lord?"
"No!" Voldemort said, his voice becoming more agitated, "Wormtail, it is so simple, I would get the correct answer from a flobberworm faster than I would get one from you! You see, Wormtail… they use love against us, am I correct?"
"…yes?" Wormtail said, clearly guessing the answer.
"Then we must use love against them."
"…against them, My Lord?"
"Yes," Voldemort answered, "And how do you think we could harm Harry Potter?"
"…Love?" Wormtail guessed, still clueless as to where the conversation was going.
"Bravo, Wormtail, you guessed right. But how can we use love against Harry Potter?" Voldemort clapped his hands together lightly in mock applause.
"Kill him?" Wormtail guessed.
"No," Voldemort answered, "We kill those Harry Potter is close to."
"How would that do anything, My Lord? How do you know that would work?" Wormtail asked.
"I know, because at the death of his rubbish godfather, the Animagus Black, I could see his mind that his worthless mind had become frayed and confused."
"And we want that, My Lord?"
"Yes, Wormtail." Voldemort answered, sounding annoyed. "You see… the more Harry Potter becomes confused and detached, the less chance he will have of escaping again…"
"What do you want me to do, My Lord?"
Voldemort stood up and walked to the window, looking out, though his eyes were not working… he was thinking. Then, he turned on Wormtail and pulled out his wand.
"Crucio!" The room became full of Wormtails' agonized screams as Harry felt his scar give another burst of pain and he yelled out too. Then, the pain stopped and Wormtail's forlorn figure lay on the ground, shaking and twitching.
"You will feel more of this if you ask dim-witted questions again, Wormtail."
"Y-y-yes… M-my-my Lord…" Wormtail sobbed. "W-what is it t-that you w-would have m-me d-d-do?"
Voldemort turned back to face the window, pocketing his wand…
"…Destroy Harry Potter's friends…"
…Harry…
…Harry…
Harry was falling away from the conversation, down… falling…
…Harry…
…Harry…
"Harry! Harry!" Harry heard a voice calling him back to conciousness. He opened a bleary eye and saw several bodies surrounding him. Then, he sat up as though he had been electrocuted, but was pushed back into a chair which he was sitting in.
"Harry, can you hear me?" The same voice asked.
Harry groaned in response.
"Tell me who I am, Harry."
"…P-professor Lupin…"
"That's right, Harry, now sit up slowly and drink this."
A goblet was pushed into his hand and he felt someone support him and another guide his hand holding the goblet to his mouth. As liquid filled his mouth, he coughed; the liquid had a burning taste of hot pepper. Yet, his vision improved and it cleared his head so he could clearly see all the people surrounding him; Lupin, Tonks, Mr. Weasley, a sobbing Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Hermione.
"W-what happened?" Harry asked.
"We're not entirely sure, but we must say, we're lucky Tonks heard you smash that vase and followed you." Lupin answered.
"Tonks was following me?" asked Harry annoyed.
"Yes, Harry. Why did you go outside like that? It was a dangerous stunt, Harry and something could have happened!" Lupin said.
"I wanted fresh air and wanted it where I could just be alone."
"Harry, dear, that was such a terrible thing to do!" Mrs. Weasley sobbed.
"Why?" Harry asked, "Look, I'm sick of being tailed all the time like I can't take care of myself--"
"Oh, and sneaking out in the middle of the night when the most dangerous wizard is after you is taking care of yourself?" Tonks said, "Thanks to you, my arms are falling off… you may be skinny, but you're not light, you know, and I had to drag you all the way back here."
"I- I didn't expect anything like-- that-- to happen."
"Haven't you even listened to Mad-Eye?" said Tonks, "Constant Vigilance, he always says."
"Harry, what did happen?" asked Mr. Weasley. Before Harry answered, he looked at Ron and Hermione and they did nothing but blink back in his direction, both looking rather flustered.
"Well-- I was walking and my-- my scar-- it started burning so badly that I think I passed out--"
"You think?" Tonks cut in.
"That's enough, Nymphadora." said Lupin, his mouth curved in a deep frown.
"--and I-- I think I dreamed something."
"What was it about?"
"I-it was about Voldemort." Harry paused as he saw several winces, "His Death Eaters said that the Dementors had joined him and the Giants were close to doing so." Harry stopped there. He didn't want to tell him the other part of the dream.
"Was that all?" Lupin asked, still frowning.
"Yes."
"Well, it doesn't sound like a dream to me," Lupin continued, "It sounds like another one of those visions you always seem to have about Voldemorts doings… quite handy they are, but not when you're having them out in Muggle-eye."
"No one saw me, did they? I mean, I saw two women before I passed out."
"One of which was me in disguise," Tonks said, "But I modified the old woman's memory, so she can't recollect it."
"Okay." said Harry.
"Well, Harry, I believe I can speak for all of us when I say I'm not very happy about this, but right now is not the time for a lecture… I want you to go back upstairs and get a good night's rest and we can talk about it in the morning."
The adults filed out and Ron and Hermione both helped Harry up. He hadn't noticed before, but he was shaking from head to foot.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah… just a little… I hate when I get those stupid… I'm sorry… I--"
"Shut it, Harry, you're not making sense." Ron said, "Taking a leaf from Hermione's book, I suppose."
"Ron, shut up." Hermione said, frowning in Ron's direction before turning back to face Harry. "I'll help you to your bed, Harry, then please don't go anywhere or do anything like that again because when we heard what had happened… well, let's just say we were scared."
When Hermione left Harry and Ron in their room, Ron fell right back to sleep, but Harry wasn't tired. Why did he always keep the most important information from everyone?
It would make them worry more than they already are, Harry thought, and it was true, because what he had done had already set everyone up to be a little worried in the first place. Then, he knew instantly that eventually, he would have to tell Ron and Hermione at least. It was better that someone knew other than himself. As Harry pulled the covers up past his chest, he started to feel a drowsiness come over him. Before he fell into a deep sleep, the last thing he thought was that he'd better act fast… before Voldemort destroyed those that he loved…
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