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Chapter Four. Calling Upon the Mighty…

Godric felt his feet contact solid ground. He blinked the dizzyingly lights of colour had produced dark spots in front of his eyes.

"Father we are we?" Godric Gryffindor all at once was aware of Ahawn's large grey eyes looking trustingly up at him.

Godric forced a frown onto his face. "You should not have followed Ahawn seeing as it was a private conversation between adults," he said gruffly.
Ahawn hung his head as he could not stand his father's disappointment.

"Truly, Godric," Rowena admonished, "You expected less from your son?"
Godric ruffled Ahawn's hair and announced, "I am not surprised." Ahawn glanced up with sparkling grey eyes, which spoke of mischief and mayhem. "But that does not stop me from being seriously put-out." Ahawn hung his head further but Godric said nothing to sooth his son's agitation.

Godric Gryffindor moved slowly through the darkness and immediately realised he was not in the same hall where the Room of Requirement was situated. Turning in a full circle Gryffindor looked to his companions.

"We're in a garden…" Hufflepuff started slowly.

Ahawn grinned at her; of the remaining three founders Hufflepuff was the most accepting of him and he was quite fond of her.

"We can see that Helga," Rowena sighed heavily, looking at her friend.

"This can't be Hogwarts……" Godric said slowly in disbelief. "I know not this garden and I pride myself of knowing every inch of the grounds."

"Perhaps…" Ahawn started but was interrupted by an awful sound.

The sound was obviously human. A cry of anguish, pain and fury. The group stood still listening. The voice although human had an odd unearthly sound…

Godric immediately thought of the dementors. He imagined if the victims of those loathsome creatures could scream, the cry would sound just like that. Gryffindor felt Ahawn pressed closer to him and he placed his arm around his son. "I have an awful feeling about this."

As Gryffindor said this the ground gave a tremor as if the earth beneath them was groaning in agony.

Harry and his friends crept slowly through the darkened halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No words past among them. The only noise was Neville's sniffle as he had a head cold and was in dire need of a tissue ninety percentage of the time. But this small noise was beginning to grate on Harry's nerves as it would!…

Harry lead the small party, his wand held in front of them, lighting a small path. Ron walked by his right shoulder, Hermione on his left. There were like two bodyguards. Neville on the other hand trailed behind glancing nervously at every shadow and movement in the dark corners.

Harry was unsure exactly what Neville was looking for, but pitied him. Over the years Harry had grown used to wandering the halls of Hogwarts during the dark hours of the night. It was strange how the castle seemed so friendly and welcoming during the day and so eerie and frightening during the night.

"I wish we had the map," Ron said. Harry knew he was talking about the bewitched map his father and his friends were responsible of creating.
"It's back home in my trunk," Harry said, "Snape's portkey didn't provide for bringing my stuff with me."
"Typical, the stupid git," Ron snorted disdainfully.

Harry could find no reply to Ron's retort. Although Harry had many reasons to hate Snape, he couldn't find it in his heart to join Ron in bad mouthing the professor. He remembered what he had seen in Snape's memories and shuddered. He had known the same treatment; he had known what it was like to be humiliated in front of his peers. Perhaps by constantly hating and degrading Harry, Snape felt a comfort; like he was getting back at James for what he did in their school days. This however was no comfort for Harry…

Harry plodded on not noticing the incredulous looks from the various portraits (Neville noticed). They looked concerned and frightened, moving from frame to frame whispering frantically to each other…

"Haaarrrrrrryyyy…" Neville squeaked. Harry, Ron and Hermoine stopped and glanced back at quaking Neville.

"What?" Harry said with patience which Ron was obviously not feeling. Harry glanced at Ron, who was tapping his foot on the stone floor. Tap. Tap. Tap…

Neville nervously glanced at Ron then to Harry. He gulped audibly before reply softly. "I have an awful feeling about this…"

Ron snorted and took a few steps but stop short when he realised Harry was smiling sympathetically at Neville. "The castle always looks like this at night… it's probably your mind playing tricks on you."
Neville didn't look convinced.

"The only ones here is us," Hermione pointed out logically, "You can go back to the Great Hall if you like."
Neville glanced at Hermione and nodded trustingly. "No I will stay… I said I would go and I will go. But it's just so – creepy."

Harry took a moment to grin at Neville and then turned to continue their path to the Room of Requirement. The only sound was the slapping on their feet as they walked.

Harry reached the place where he knew the Room of Requirement would be and sighed as the memories of the DA meetings wafted lightly through his mind. Too tired to think over what happened last year. Harry turned to the others.

"What now?" Ron asked stupidly. Hermione and even Neville glanced at him incredulously. Harry snorted back a laugh and walked back and forth in front of the wall three times.

'We need a weapon to defeat the Lord Voldemort… we need a weapon…' The second time Harry past the door however the thought, 'We need…help…'

When Harry heard the sharp intake of breath from Hermione he whirled around. Instead of the dark stained door that appeared for the DA meetings there were runes. Confused Harry glanced at the others…why wasn't there a door?

"Harry, look!" Hermione cried, "The runes they are glowing…" She was right… the runes were glowing silver-white, casting unearthly shadows across the dark hall. Harry took a step towards the door, his hand half way stretched to touch the runes. They had used this room all last year and never had these runes appeared before.

"Harry I don't think this is a good idea…" Hermione warned her voice adopted the high pitch when she was agitated.
"I don't like this." Neville whined echoing Hermione and hiding his face in his hands. "I don't like this at all…"
Ron merely looked indifferent.

Harry stretched his palm out a little further; Dumbledore would have warned them if there was something unsafe about the Room of Requirement… wouldn't he? "Harry…"

Harry looked straight into Hermione's eyes. "We have to do something. We can't very well just leave…"
Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something that sounded like, "Yes we could."

Harry ignoring the warnings of his friends reached out and touched one of the runes. Unlike what he expected the white rune was quite cool under his touch. For the briefest of moments Harry thought he felt a large human hand instead of cold stone.

"Hermione what do the runes say?" Harry asked as an afterthought, his hand still touching one of the runes.

Hermione stepped forward and stood there frowning for a few moments before she replied, "You have called upon the mighty. You have upon ancient lore. You have called for a weapon… Behold the greatest weapon is the Weapon of Choice…"

Hermione's voice had taken up a strange chant like rhythm and Harry felt a hum under his fingers as soon as she opened her mouth to speak. However by the time she reached the end the power underneath the runes was pulsing consistently like a heartbeat.

"Oooohhhh… I don't like this…."

The runes chose that moment to pulsate a brilliant blood red colour, which threw Harry backwards. 'What have I done?'

Harry scrambled on all fours to stand at his friends who were now staring at the blank wall, where the runes had been only a few moments ago.

"Well," Ron said cheerfully, "That was interesting."

No one had time to answer Ron's exclamation the ground beneath them started to quake. Without glancing at anyone, Harry scrambled to his feet and ran down the hall. The slapping of feet told him that the others were following. In between Hermione's warnings, Neville's whingeing and the wall's strange message, Harry had a very awful feeling in the pit of his stomach.

As the four reached the entrance of the Great Hall, their feelings of dread intensified, students were running everywhere, scattering like shards of broken glass.

Harry reached out to one of the students and whipped her around to only see Luna Lovegood. "What's happened?"
Luna shook uncontrollably and broke down into steady tears. She mumbled a hasty reply and ran away.

Not catching any of what she said Harry raced to the doors and look inside the Great Hall for himself….

He fell onto his knees and screamed.

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