Title: Harry Potter and the Staff of Merlin
Author: Legolas-gurl88
Disclaimer: J.K. owns it, not me!
Author Note: One more month, guys, and you can get the real thing! squeals in delight
Story time!
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31. Back to the Hollow
Unable to sleep the rest of the night, Harry put on his dressing-gown and walked downstairs, sitting in the chair closest to the smoldering fire. Sitting for a while, staring into the flames, he wished Sirius would appear. He really wished he could talk to his Godfather. Sirius would know what was going on, or would at least help him to relieve some stress. Kicking the table in front of him angrily, it jumped and fell back down on all four legs. Amidst the clatter, there was a high-pitched squealing.
Harry stood up and walked around the table. What he saw surprised him. Dobby was huddled in a heap, protecting his large head from anything that might threaten to fall on top of him again.
"Dobby?" Harry asked, and the quivering House-Elf unrolled himself, looking at Harry with his large eyes.
"Harry Potter, sir? Why is you trying to hurt Dobby?" Dobby asked.
"I'm sorry, Dobby. I didn't know you were there."
"That is alright, Harry Potter, sir," said Dobby, standing on his be-socked feet, and brushing off his Kiss the Cook apron with his long spindly fingers. "Dobby snuck up on Harry Potter. T'was not a very nice thing, no, no."
"What're you doing here anyway, Dobby?" Harry asked, walking back to his seat and sitting down, watching as the House-Elf moved to the fire to stoke it.
"Cleaning." said Dobby simply, reaching close by for a duster and tried to clean the mantle, but it was too high. "I is needing to clean the Gryffindor Tower." He brought himself to full height and tried to dust off the top. Seeing the House-Elf struggle, Harry stood up.
"Here, I'll get that for you, Dobby," Harry said, taking up the duster from the reluctant House-Elf and dusting the top off.
"Thank you, Harry Potter, sir," Dobby breathed. "It usually takes three House-Elves to reach the mantle. I is always on the bottom. I can clean the rest, Harry Potter, sir."
"Okay then," Harry answered, handing the duster back to Dobby. He looked up at the grandfather clock. It was six-thirty. Early breakfast was now being served in the Great Hall. "I'm kind of hungry, Dobby. I think I'm going to go have breakfast."
"Of course, Harry Potter!" said Dobby, waving his hands. Harry turned towards the portrait-hole before he heard Dobby speak again. "Wait! I is forgetting to give you something!"
Dobby rushed up to him. He reached deep inside his sweater and pulled out several pieces of parchment and giving them to Harry.
"Harry Potter left these on the table a long while ago. Dobby is thinking Harry Potter would like them back, sir."
"Thanks, Dobby." said Harry, taking the parchment rolls and looking at them. They were the drawings Mrs. Longbottom had given him when he went to visit Fleur in St. Mungo's.
"You is very welcome, sir! Perhaps we will meet again soon, Harry Potter!"
"Yeah. I'll see you around, then."
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Harry was nearly one of the only ones at the Gryffindor table who had decided to have an early breakfast. Ginny, Mark and Dennis sat a few chairs away. As Harry sat and ate his second helping of scrambled eggs, he flipped through the pieces of parchment that Dobby had given to him, taking in the full amount of what the pictures could possibly be telling him.
"'Lo, Harry," said a sulky voice. Harry looked up from his pictures to see Neville standing over him.
"Morning, Neville," Harry answered, trying to hide the pictures from Neville, but his eyes had already seen.
"What're you lookin' at?" he asked. Harry took the pictures back out and sighed.
"These are some pictures your mum gave me when I was at St. Mungo's.
"Mum? Why would she do that?"
"I dunno, but I can't make owl droppings of what she means by them."
He handed Neville the drawings and the small eyes glanced over every picture, taking in the detailed blood pouring from the old man's wounds in the last picture.
"Weird," Neville said. "Do you know any of these people?"
"Well that one's Fleur, for sure." said Harry, pointing to the silver-haired girl with a speech bubble protruding from her mouth. "See the silver hair? And that one's me."
"How can you tell?"
"Who else do you know who has a scar like that?"
"No one."
"Exactly. That could possibly be Voldemort because of the snake, you know? But I can't tell who that woman or old man are."
"Could that be Dumbledore?"
"Maybe. I hope it's not." said Harry, looking at the red blood in the drawing. "I dunno if Dumbledore has a sister. He has a brother. Maybe he has a cousin or something and that could be the woman with curly hair."
"She's awfully young to be in his generation. Maybe she's a great-great niece or something. I wish Mum could tell us."
"Me too. It would make everything much easier."
"Harry!" an excited voice called and Harry turned to see Hermione and Ron running strait for him. Hermione slid to a halt, but Ron ran into Neville and the pair of them fell to the ground. Amidst the laughter from the Slytherins, Ron helped Neville up.
"I'm so glad we found you! I figured out the coin!" Hermione said, sitting next to Harry. Neville sat on Harry's other side and Ron sat next to Hermione.
"You did? What does it say?"
"It's some sort of riddle. I'll read you the whole thing.
"I showed him my trust
He showed me his knowledge
I showed him my trickery
He showed me his fears
I showed him my treachery
He showed me his foolishness
I showed him the way
He showed me his past
I showed him Excalibur
He showed me his future
I showed him the boy
He showed me his courage
I showed him my love
He showed me his love
I showed him my loyalty
He showed me his magic
I showed him… death
He showed me anger
I imprisoned him
He was trapped
I stole his magic
He cursed me
I became mutilated
He deformed me
I left him to die
He left me to die…
Until his magic returns to his hand,
I forget myself,
Who I was,
Who I am,
Who I will become.
Until his magic returns to his hand,
He will be powerless,
Without magic,
Without mind,
Without friends he left behind.
This coin is the key;
The key to his magic.
Though many can find the way,
Only few can wield the power.
A tongue is needed,
The tongue my true love used
In his long years.
In his hollow, the magic hides.
The one to find it and use it
Will bring us back to power.
He, to bring things to life,
Me, to end them."
There was a collective silence from the four of them as Hermione finished the riddle.
"What the hell does all that mean?" Ron voiced for all of them.
"It's simple, really. I went to the library for research." Hermione said, reaching down for her bag and pulling out several books. They were so old that the golden leaf titles had peeled off and the colors had mostly faded. "Since this was written in ancient Druid, I looked back for things in that time. And then I noticed that there was the name Excalibur in the poem. Excalibur was King Arthur's sword. I looked up things about him. Here's a whole book on the Legend of Arthur."
She pulled the book with the thickest spine out from the pile. Opening it carefully, she flipped to a page she had marked.
"I haven't really read many books on King Arthur and we don't learn much about it here, so I'm still a bit new at it." Hermione explained. She ran her finger down the page. "Here it is;
The Legend of King Arthur has been passed down by many generations of wizards. So many rumors have been added to its tale that no one knows for sure who he really was. Arthur, as a young boy, supposedly pulled the magical sword Excalibur from an anvil and stone. The sword had been placed there by Myrddin Emrys, later friend of Arthur with an inscription resting beneath it reading out; 'Whoso pulleth out this sword from this stone and anvil is duly born King of all England'. This is when he began the Knights of the Round Table. In later years, after his crowning, Arthur married his love, Guinevere. However, she, in secret, was deceitfully meeting Arthur's best friend, Lancelot. It was a long while before Arthur found out anything.
It goes on and on with this short version of his tale."
"Well it makes sense, doesn't it?" Ron said. "The poem keeps going on about 'My true love' it's Guinevere talking about Lancelot, instead of Arthur."
"It makes sense until you get to this. I showed him the boy. What boy?"
"Actually, the whole top part doesn't make any sense to Arthur and Guinevere's story." said Harry.
"Harry," Neville cut in, "Do you think this has anything to do with the pictures my mum drew."
"It could, Neville." said Harry. He pulled the papers closer and looked at them. Hermione, Ron and Neville all looked over his shoulder. He came to the last one which seemed to be the most helpful. The old man was crumpled on the ground, blood staining his clothes. Standing, a woman with a stick in her hand, and a man with a snake were laughing.
"Here's another one." said Harry. He shifted the papers and found the one with the old man holding the stick and a coin. "Do you think that coin in his hand refers to the one we have?"
"It could, Harry, it could." said Hermione.
"He's a right looking wizard." said Ron. "He's even got the hat and beard."
"We thought it might be Dumbledore." said Neville.
"Wait… wizard…" Hermione said. "Wizard… wizard… wizard…." she repeated those words over and over as she frantically flipped through the pages of the giant book. The boys all watched her as if questioning her sanity until she found what she wanted. "I knew it!" she shrieked excitedly. Then she read;
'Myrddin Emrys, also known by many other names, such as Ambrosius, Emrys, Myrddin, Myrddin Wylt, Lailoken, and Emrys Wledig but most commonly known as Merlin, was the son of Royal Princess of Dyfed. Confirmation of Myrddin's father is unknown, although there are many stories that he was an incubus, or demon that has intercourse with women while they sleep. The legendary Merlin was given Excalibur by the Lady of the Lake, also known as Nimue and Vivien. The two fell deeply in love and the Lady of the Lake persuaded Merlin to teach her his magic, in which he so foolishly did. Now more powerful than her lover, Vivien trapped Merlin in a cave and left him to die. No one knows where his true death place is, but many still look for it.'
"Oh, it makes so much sense!" Hermione said excitedly. "I showed him the boy. The boy is King Arthur."
There was silence at the table.
"But look down here, Hermione," said Ron, taking the poem from her hands. "A tongue is needed/ The tongue my true love used in his long years./ In his hollow, the magic hides. But if the Lady of the Lake trapped him, why would she still call him her true love?"
"Maybe she still had feelings for him when she wrote this poem." said Hermione. "But the hollow could be referring to Merlin's death place."
"But what about the tongue?" Neville asked. "Why would she want his tongue?"
"Don't be a prat, Neville." said Ron. "Why would she want his tongue?"
"Maybe she meant tongue as in language." Harry offered.
"Of course that's what she meant." said Hermione. "But Merlin used so many languages."
"Maybe she was cheating on him and it was a different guy." said Ron. "That would make much more sense."
"Oh yes, but who could it have been? How are we supposed to find out?"
"Wait," said Harry. He shuffled the pictures Mrs. Longbottom drew for him. "If that old man is Merlin…" He found the previous page they'd been looking at. "Then that man lying on the floor would be the same person. That woman holding the stick would be the Lady of the Lake. She took his magic. Maybe that stick is his staff."
"Then who's that?" Ron asked, pointing to the other man in the picture, holding the snake.
"That must be Vivien's other lover." said Hermione. "But who is he?"
"Look at the snake," said Harry. "Why would Mrs. Longbottom draw a snake of all things unless it were really important?" Suddenly, something in Harry's mind clicked and he understood. "Of course! A snake!" he said and everyone watched him.
There was silence. All of them were looking at Harry as if confused. Finally, Ron broke the silence.
"What're you going on about, Harry?"
"What I'm trying to say is… we don't know how old this school is. As long as there's been a school here, there've been four of the greatest witches and wizards of all time; Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor… and Salazar Slytherin."
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"What does Slytherin have to do with it?" Ron asked. Someone at the Hufflepuff table gave a shriek of laughter as her friend told her a joke. Neville looked confused and Hermione, keeping an oddly blank face, looked down at the poem she'd translated.
"Now, I may be going on a gut feeling, but I think that Salazar Slytherin might have been Vivien's other lover."
Hermione, though very quietly, began to read the end part of the poem.
"This coin is the key;
The key to his magic.
Though many can find the way,
Only few can wield the power.
A tongue is needed,
The tongue my true love used
In his long years.
In his hollow, the magic hides.
The one to find it and use it
Will bring us back to power.
He, to bring things to life,
Me, to end them."
"Right." said Harry. "Now, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I think the language she's talking about is parstletongue. In his hollow, the magic hides… I think I may know where that hollow is."
"Where?" the three others asked.
"Hermione, bring the coin with us."
"Where? Why?" she asked him.
"Just c'mon," said Harry, standing up from his spot at the Gryffindor table.
"We're coming too, Harry." said a voice behind him and he turned on the spot to see Ginny and Mark standing side-by-side, looking up at Harry innocently.
"You… you didn't hear--"
"Everything. You can't keep it from me. I may be the only other one to know where to go." Ginny said.
"And I'm coming too," said Mark bravely. His voice then shrank down to what was about the normal voice for a scared first year to use. "Even if I don't know where we're going."
"We don't either," said Neville, standing up. "But I'm following Harry. His hunches always turn out to be right."
Harry felt a pang of guilt as he remembered the other 'hunch' he'd felt last year… it had nearly caused all his friends their lives. And it had cost his godfather his own life. Shaking his head a little to clear it of fault, he looked back at the fifth year and the first year.
"You two know this could be dangerous." he warned, hoping it would turn at least Mark away.
"Just point me in the direction, Harry." he said instead and Harry's stomach fell.
"Fine." he said. "Follow me."
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked.
"To Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."
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Harry and the others ran upstairs, trying to keep as quiet as possible. They passed several ghosts who eyed them warily. Every once in a while, Harry would stop and turn to see if everyone was still chasing after him.
"Harry," Ron panted, walking up to Harry as he stopped for the third time on the first floor. "Why is it so important we find out anything? It's just a riddle."
Harry was quiet for a moment. He eyed everyone who looked back at him cautiously. He would be fine, telling Ron and Hermione, but Neville, Ginny and Mark? Would they think him mad? Mark might, but Harry knew Ginny and Neville would most likely believe him.
"I had another dream last night." he said. "About Voldemort. He said that he found out how to get to the weapon to destroy Hogwarts. He means whatever is hiding down in the Chamber of Secrets."
"Chamber of Secrets?" Mark asked. "Is this like a clubhouse?"
"No." said Ginny shortly.
"Harry," Hermione said faintly, walking towards her friend as though he was a little crazy. "You've had dreams before. Remember last year? With Sirius?"
"I know what I've done." said Harry. "But this is real, Hermione, I know it."
"But suppose it's another trap."
"Then we'll be prepared." Harry answered. "Last year, the wild goose chase was just for me to get Sirius back. But this year-- it's different. This is about Hogwarts. About the survival of everyone in Hogwarts. I can't just sit back and let something horrible happen, Hermione."
Everyone eyed Harry as he stood before them, passion in his voice. He gripped his wand in his right hand.
"You can stay if you want, but I'm going."
"We're all with you, Harry." Neville spoke up quietly. "We all care about Hogwarts."
"Thanks, Neville." said Harry. "C'mon." He turned and began to run up another flight of stairs. Once he jumped the last few steps, he saw the girl's second-floor bathroom. He rushed to the door and grabbed the doorknob.
"Harry," Mark said behind him. "You know you're going into a girl's bathroom, don't you?"
"Of course he does." said Hermione plainly. "He's been in here before. Go on, Harry."
Harry walked in with the rest of them following him. The tiled floor was wet and he slipped his way to the familiar tap that would lead to the Chamber of Secrets.
"Who's there?" a familiar moping voice called from inside one of the stalls. A second later, Moaning Myrtle floated through the door and stopped dead.
"Oh, hello, Harry." she giggled slightly and Mark snorted humorously.
"Hi, Myrtle." Harry said politely, ignoring Mark. He turned back to the tap.
"You're not going back down there, are you?" the ghost-girl asked, floating to his side and staring in the cracked mirror above the sink. "It's awful down there."
"We've got to." said Harry. Then to everyone, he held out his hand. "Stand back." He could hear several footsteps slip on the floor and they backed away from him and the sink. Closing his eyes, Harry imagined a snake-like figure to help him concentrate on the language of parstletongue. Opening his mouth, he let several hisses escape that only he could understand. "Open up."
The tap, once again, glowed with a bright white that flashed in everyone's eyes. Harry held his arm up to his face to block the light out. He could hear stone moving. When there was a final crunch, Harry lowered his arm to see the large pipe exposed from behind the sink.
"Weird." said Mark's voice behind Harry and he heard Hermione give a gasp and Neville a whimper. Again, he turned to face his friends.
"I don't know what we're going to find down there. And I don't exactly know how to get back up. This is your last chance to stay put." As he watched, everyone took a step towards the pipe in answer. He gave a grin. Turning to the pipe himself, he sat down on the edge and looked back at his friends. Stowing his wand safely in his pocket, he gave a final nod and pushed himself down the pipe. The cool, close air hit his glasses as he slid further and further down the pipe. He could hear five years of slime being wiped away on the back of his pants and hands. Behind him, he could hear several others sliding as well. To eliminate the amount of gunk he was sliding in, he scooted his feet along so it gathered at the soles of his shoes. He remembered back to when he was twelve years old and going down the same pipe with different worries. Back then, the trip down seemed much longer, but now he knew what to expect at the bottom, and he also knew they wouldn't be attacked by a fifty-foot snake.
He felt his feet catch on a bolt at the end of the pipe and he flew through the air, landing with a crunch on top of hundreds of decaying rat bones. Before Ron, who was right behind him, could land on him, Harry scrambled to his feet and watched as all his friends flew to a halt a the end of the pipe. Once Neville, who was last in line, flew through the air and fell on top of Mark, who gave an angry yell, Harry pulled out his wand.
"Lumos." he said and his wand tip lit up. He walked to the wall of rocks that still had the hole that was fashioned by Ron to help them get back through after he met with Riddle. Getting down on his knees, he slid his feet through first and pushed the rest of his body through. He got up off the ground and watched as Ron slid through, then Hermione, then Ginny, Mark, and Neville. Once they were all on their feet, Harry held his wand up to try and remember which way to go.
"I think it was that way, Harry," Ginny said, pointing to the right.
"Yeah. C'mon," Harry said.They all walked for the longest time, their footsteps echoing off the walls and it sounded like hundreds of people were walking. Soon, it became so dark that Harry's wand light was not enough to see with. Everyone else pulled out their own wands.
"Lumos," they said collectively. It was then that all their light together lit up the door strait in front of Harry. The two snakes with emerald eyes looked down at the six of them maliciously.
"Open," Harry said in a low hiss. The doors gave a giant jolt and began sliding open of their own accord.
"Alright, this is creepy," Mark voiced and Neville nodded in agreement. The doors stopped and the six friends walked in. Ahead of them, Harry could see the statue of Salazar Slytherin.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, pulling the neck of her robes up over her nose. For a split second, everyone wondered why she was acting so oddly until they all took a deep breath and choked. In one movement, they all pulled some part of their robes up past their nose to hide from the horrible smell that was circulating within the room. Harry wondered what could be reeking so badly, but as they continued to walk, he saw the rotting corpse of the basilisk he'd killed five years ago. "Is that the basilisk?" Hermione asked, her voice muffled by her robes.
"Yeah." Harry choked. "It's not done decomposing yet."
"Disgusting!" Mark said. "How long has it been dead?"
"A few years." said Harry.
"How would you know?"
"I killed it." said Harry and Mark's eyes widened behind his robes.
"How long do we have to be in here?" Neville whined.
"As long as it takes for me to figure out where to go next."
"You don't know?" the first-year asked angrily.
"Shut up, Evans." Ron said. They continued walking until they came up to the statue of Slytherin. The black ink from Riddle's diary was still staining the stone floor. While everyone was looking around, Hermione pointed to a corner of the room.
"There's blood over there and it's lighter than the basilisk's blood. What do you think it was?"
Harry turned to see where she was pointing and saw her pointing to the familiar corner where he lay dying several years ago as Riddle laughed over him.
"That's mine," he said shortly, answering Hermione's question for her. He looked back to the face of Slytherin and suddenly remembered what Riddle had said so long ago.
Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four…
Suddenly, he knew.
"We need to go through Slytherin's mouth." Harry said. The others looked at him in question.
"When I was fighting Voldemort here, he opened the statues' mouth and the basilisk came out. I think that's where we need to go. Hang on…" closing his eyes, he willed himself to speak in parstletongue again.
"Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four." he said, but the words that came from his mouth were English.
"Try again," Hermione encouraged him.
"Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four." Harry said, focusing every last particle of his mind on the words he needed to say. This time, the words came out as a series of hisses. As though the Slytherin could actually hear him, Harry watched as his mouth slid open. It was odd to be able to watch it and not be terrified of what was behind it as he was last time.
"Let's go." Harry said, taking a few steps towards the mouth.
"Harry, mate," Ron said. Harry turned around to see the pale brows of his friends as they held their robes up to their noses and mouths in the wand light.
"You don't… actually mean to go… in there… do you?" Mark asked, his voice quivering. Harry nodded.
"You can wait out here if you want, Mark." he offered to the first year. Mark shook his head.
"And be suffocated to death? I'm coming."
"Then there's nothing for it. I'll go first," said Harry. He walked forward and dropped his robe away from his mouth. Instantly, the smell of the basilisk overwhelmed him and his eyes began to tear up. "If it's safe, I'll call you down. If not, don't follow-- find a way to get out, okay?"
"Right," they all said. Ron smiled behind his robes. "But first make sure there isn't any Devil's Snare down there."
"I'll keep it in mind," said Harry. "Nox." he said and the light from his wand went out. He stowed his wand safely in his pocket and placed both hands on Slytherin's lower lip. Hoisting himself up, he crawled down and immediately felt a slide beneath him. Holding on to the inside of the lip, resting his stomach on the cold stone. He called out to his friends whom he couldn't see. "Don't follow until I say you can."
With that, he let himself drop onto the slide that took him deeper and deeper underground in the dark. He slid for the longest time, wondering what would be at the bottom. Without warning, the slide ended. He gave a surprised cry as he pelted through the air, trying to find something to hang onto. There was nothing and he continued to fall through the air as it whipped his robes behind him.
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I'm so sorry for all the dialogue bits, but I couldn't find any other way to explain what was going on. I know it can get a bit tiring to read so much of that stuff. Again, I'm sorry for the boring dialogue, and hopefully the next chapter will be better. This is the 'just getting started' chapter. See you all in four days (June 20)!
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Magicgirl45852- I'll have to check that story out if I ever find the time! It kills me-- even in summer, I have so much to do! I have work, like five-six hours a day, and sometimes on the same day, I have drivers ed. Where they give us homework! It's awful, 'cause it's summer, and I have two months of this! Actually, for work, I have until I graduate from high school, but that' s not the point. Sorry… kinda went off on a little rant there.
Ophidia-black- I'm glad I could make you happy, Ophi! I'm also happy you're enjoying the story. Tell me the truth, 'cause I know you would… was this chappie a bit boring? I mean with all the dialogue? I hated it, but I couldn't find any other way to do it! I'd like your honest feedback. Thanks!
Mei1105- I'm not sure how much of a spoiler this chapter was, but I hope it was better for you to read than it was for me to write! Oh, I LOVE sugar! Especially pop, even if it will probably make me a hunchback when I'm older, it's so good!
SiriusLeeBlack09- I'm glad you're enjoying my story. For the thing where you said Harry was looking for his glasses, and I said he was looking for his wand in the dark, I looked it up to check myself, and he was looking for his wand. I dunno which copy of HP you're reading. Maybe it's different. I'm reading the American Version. On the American hardback version of OotP, on page 17, here's the snippet of the story;
'"C-cut it out! Stop doing it! I'll h-hit you, I swear I will!"
"Dudley, shut--"
WHAM!
A fist made contact with the side of Harry's head, lifted Harry off his feet. Small white lights popped in front of Harry's eyes; for the second time in an hour he felt as though his head had been cleaved in two; next moment he had landed hard on the ground, and his wand had flown out of his hand.
"You moron, Dudley!" Harry yelled, his eyes watering with pain, as he scrambled to his hands and knees, now feeling around frantically in the blackness….
… "DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! Wand!" Harry muttered frantically, his hands flying over the ground like spiders. "Where's-- wand-- come on-- Lumos!"'
So that's the snippet. Once again, thanks for enjoying my story, and I'm sorry about the length of this review!
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Gogglehead Lover- Oh, you got out yesterday? Awesome! So, how's the summer treating you so far?
Drgn prncss- I totally forgot about the time that he made the glass disappear at the snake exhibit! I guess I always took that as Hagrid said 'Something that happened when you were angry or scared' instead of an actual 'Hi, I'm Harry, and I have special powers' sort of thing. Of course, Harry wouldn't sound like that, but you know what I mean! Because it seemed to me like Hagrid knew about it and that made it seem like kids that were witches and wizards before they even knew it would always have weird things happen to them. Oh well… no one's right or wrong, 'cause J.K. hadn't said anything about it at all!
JeanieBeanie- I always hate it when something REALLY cool happens, then you realize it's not true! It just takes the fun out of it. Oh well… hey! At least we only have one more month! YAY!
Mistopurr- Aw… :wipes tear from eye: you're such a good mellon! Lol! That sounds weird, doesn't it? Mellon, along with just a bunch of English. It's like saying, you're such a good cantaloupe! Thanks, mellon-nin! (There we go!)
Thanks for all the reviews!
May broomsticks be in your dreams!
Luv,
Legolas-gurl88
Next time: Harry and the others have to go through a series of tests, riddles, and tasks to get the weapon before Voldemort can. Will they make it in time? (Now this sounds like a game-show!) Tune in on June 20th to find out!