Author's Note:
Hello All! How are you, my dear readers?
I guess ff was going through some bug, because I've been trying to upload this chapter since Saturday, to no avail!
I'm happy to announce that writing of this fic is going quite steadily and now I can tell you that this fic will end before HBP. I can't tell you how happy I am that it will end before it, because for a while I thought that I wouldn't be able to do it with the load of work I had; but my new beta (LadyBrannon) has stepped in and is doing an excellent job in keeping the updates flowing along my feverish pace.
I think this one will end by its 30th chapter but I'll keep you updated on that front.
On to the dedication: This chapter is dedicated to all my supporters of Intervallum (you know, who you are) who mailed me many times just ease the hurt I was feeling, and for simply being there. One of the fics that I was quite proud of made me lose a lot of things. But, these supporters made me stand up again and urged me to continue with it, which I'm doing. My heartfelt thanks to all of you!
Also, thanks are in order for MissGranger, Antonio Solis, Nimbirosa, Ssat, Omair, yorvillebird, Moon of Amethyst, Arch, seirra, silentmind and Macy who took out the time and reviewed this fic. You all are my inspiration! -HUGS!-
MissGranger, Hey! I can assure you that you wouldn't have to wait more than a week for the next update. I'm putting my foot down to complete this fic. I've got a deadline of HBP dangling about my head. –lol!- I love R/Hr ship—you can guess from the other fic that I'm writing wholly on them—so the whole drawer thing. I'm glad that you liked it and here's more!
Antonio Solis, Thank you so much for your support. Your review actually gave me more conviction:D There's no stopping me and my writing now! ;)
Nimbirosa, -cowers-Well, Harry did fall from the broom and he was more than bewitched by Cho, so you can have that as the excuse. About H/G, it's coming, and when it will be here you'll be sick of it. But, I know you wouldn't be. :) And, hey, Ron and Hermione are not that bad. They are Harry's best friends, they should have some use or the other but then again everyone have their preferences.
Ssat, Thanks. Harry is not that angsty in this fic. What I learned after reading all the HP books is that Harry has a special ability of getting over bad things that happen to him. So, he's sad but not at all violent and gripe-y in this fic.
Omair, I know you'll be always there by my side. :) Nice enactment of 'Dhakkans'. –LOL!- And that reminds me, you haven't posted a review of Chap 3 of IV! -pokes- You are right about the mushy stuff, it does begin from here and will escalate. Do I see you running away? -grins- I don't think so, pal!
yorvillebird, As I said to ms. granger, the updates will be regular from now on and this will end before HBP. So don't worry about the updates. Thanks for dropping by here, as well as in Miles Apart now back to its original name, Intervallum, as well.
Moon of Amethyst, Hey! I'm sorry about the cliffie. I just can't help it—it's in my blood! (Heheee!) Well, if you read this chapter, you can see that Ron chickened out, BUT, he's gonna get some in chapter 26, so don't worry about these two. H/G are going on very independently and Harry will soon have to be a man and accept his feeling. And this is also coming soon. So, stay tuned on for these two ships to finally unite. About your fic, yes! I'm getting to it. I will start reading, hopefully today. However I did love your fic based in Marauder Era.
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So, here's another update. The next update would either be made this week or the coming weekend. Depending upon my post of IV, as I'll be posting it alternatively, making it two weekly updates in total.
CHAPTER 24 – Scrolls of Life
Dumbledore's return was not only welcome but pivotal when it came to Harry's current predicament. There were so many questions in his mind that he thought it might burst if he didn't unload them all in front of the Headmaster.
However, as luck had it, when Dumbledore finally showed up at the head table for dinner one clear night of March, he was too engrossed in talking to the professors to pay any attention to Harry. Obviously, seeing the Headmaster in his usual place at the school, most of the students cheered and waved to him, which he acknowledged quite warmly. Still, Harry thought, he looked disconcerted for some reason.
Harry knew he would get his chance after dinner, which gave him plenty of time to reflect over the first clue provided, about what really was going on—even if it was from a very dubious source. He didn't have many eager sources knocking down his door; so he contented himself with the letter that Luna's father had sent her on her query about the Ventosus Scroll.
Yesterday, while he, Ron and Hermione were relaxing on their favorite spot near the lake, under the cool shade of a beech tree, they had been joined by Luna to mull over some new facts. At that time, Harry had been glaring at Ron, who hadn't confessed his feelings to Hermione; rather, he had somehow ended up rowing with her—yet again. Nevertheless, even a miffed Hermione joined in when Luna revealed what she had found out.
Harry had noted that things were shaping up slowly; only few loose jigsaw pieces remained of the puzzle to unveil the real mystery behind what Voldemort was actually up to and why a Hogwarts student wanted him dead.
His cast was taken off the day before yesterday, the same day he had been called upon by Snape for pinning the assault on Malfoy home. Harry hadn't budged, completely denying everything. He hadn't done anything, which was partly true as he really didn't know what had caused the transfiguration exactly. As a last resort, Snape had used an advanced spell to trace all Harry's previous spell-work by his wand, coming up with nothing. Grasping at straws, he contented by hissing at him some more, which Harry sighed over patiently, while secretly enjoying a flabbergasted Potions Master. So, with a successful transfiguration hex on his belt and return of movement to his leg, he had been feeling positively alert and eager to solve the whole mystery.
Luna had informed them that besides working on the Quibbler, her father liked to read about Ancient Magical Cultures. His study was filled with books on exceptional and esoteric subjects. Random was the word Luna used for his collection. On her request, Mr. Lovegood had flitted across the oldest books he possessed, and had only been able to find one item that he thought was of any interest to them.
It seemed that there existed a legend of sorts about four scrolls—Scrolls of Life; the only reference he could find that was mystifying enough to fit their bill. According to Mr. Lovegood, there were too many Magical Scrolls in history to contend over and half of them were hoaxes anyway. The only thing that made him stop and go over the details of these particular scrolls was the mention of wind. The Scroll of Air was one of the four scrolls and Ventosus meant wind in ancient language.
There was not enough detail provided, but what he summarized from the text was that according to a long forgotten legend, there were four scrolls disseminated across the world and beyond, collectively called as the Scrolls of Life. The four scroll were of Air, Water, Earth and Fire. These scrolls entailed the secrets of these four elements, by the mixture of which everything had been made. Whoever had it could control the world by unlocking the secrets buried in these four scrolls. Legend had that each of these scrolls was heavily protected by mythical forces, which would come to life when the possession they guard was threatened. Moreover, like every other legend, there wasn't any actual proof of the Scrolls actually existing.
Harry wondered how the details of such legends found themselves in books when they weren't even solidly present somewhere. Perhaps, stories, all they were. Even then, Harry became quite thoughtful after hearing the facts. His dream-visions might have been a part of the puzzle, if there was any grain of truth in this legend. Because he still remembered the magnanimous Griffin and its territorial screech; how possessively it had protected the Ventosus Scroll in the world of the broken sun, the same beast who had embraced his mother warmly and had given the scroll to her, willingly. What had happened to the scroll after that? He had to find out soon enough.
He was interrupted in his mulling by a thump on his arm; it was Ron, who was looking at him with strange eyes. The expression looked strange on Ron's face as it made his complexion pale and lips to stretch in a line.
"What's wrong, Ron?"
Harry felt another nudge at his arm by Hermione, who looked drawn and tight-lipped— unlike her as well.
They both were motioning him to stand up and he couldn't fathom why they were doing so. He finally got some clue, seeing the serious expressions on the faces of every student in his eye-range. Another peculiar thing about all of them was that they were all looking at him and the head table alternatively, as if they were too stunned to even whisper about what was going on.
Harry spun around and gasped, seeing the Minister of Magic, Madam Amelia Bones, staring right at him. She was grasping a gold medallion and looked gloomy enough to unsettle anyone. Mr. Weasley was standing right beside her, fidgeting with some papers and his spectacles.
In his pondering Harry had totally blocked the outside world. He hadn't even registered the entrance of Amelia Bones, the visit of whom he had been most dreading. The moment when he finally forgot about it, there she was, reminding him of the bitter truth: the loss of his godfather.
His mind exploded with bitter thoughts. Sirius didn't want an Order of Merlin, he only wanted his freedom; this was pretentious on the part of the Ministry, their late realization that the wizard they had labeled as being on the dark side—who they had hunted as a wild and rabid dog—had actually been a hero in disguise.
"Harry, you better hurry…"
It was Hermione, nudging him to do the right thing. And for few seconds, he really didn't want to do it. He didn't want to stand up but walk out of the Great Hall blocking everything that had happened to him. All the brightness he had been feeling waned away; he felt as if he was too tired, too frustrated for always choosing the right way. However, a voice similar to his mother spoke unintelligible but soothing words to him and he stood up slowly as if his muscles were having trouble, akin to an ill-serviced machine.
It seemed as if there was nobody present in the Great Hall, his footsteps echoed on the floor and Harry was overcome by flashbacks from his past.
... Don't worry about me, I'm pretending to be a lovable stray ...
... I, spy for Voldemort? When did I ever sneak around people who were stronger than myself? ...
... I never betrayed James and Lily. I would have died before I betrayed them ...
... I don't know if anyone ever told you – I'm your godfather... Once my name's cleared... if you wanted a... a different home ...
... You are truly your father's son, Harry ...
... This is how it is... there are things worth dying for ...
... Be well, Harry, and take care of yourself ...
His every step became leaden as he trudged towards the head table like a drugged husk. His throat prickled and vision blurred as the memories rushed past his eyes. He didn't dare to blink and looked upwards at the hovering candles for warding off the welling emotions.
He finally reached the raised platform and it felt to him as if years passed just to make that journey of few steps.
Dumbledore steered him towards Madam Amelia Bones, the pressure of his hand on his shoulder was more than comforting.
"Calm down, Harry," he whispered to him.
Amelia Bones gave him an understanding look, while Mr. Weasley spoke up, "Harry James Potter, you are awarded the Order of Merlin: First Class, in behalf of your godfather, Sirius Black, who was imprisoned for erroneous reasons. It is—"
"I'll take it from here, Arthur," Amelia Bones said softly, and looked directly at Harry. Mr. Weasley looked relieved beyond words as he sidled beside Professor McGonagall.
Amelia Bones stood facing the student-body of Hogwarts, and it was then that Harry observed no reporter or photographer, snapping and scribbling away.
It's better this way, he thought, taking few deep breathes.
"I can't apologize enough to Mr. Potter for the errors that have been made. The Order of Merlin is only a token of gratitude from our part to the person who we judged wrongly. Even when we sent the Dementors of Azkaban on him, Sirius Black was not swayed into inactivity. He broke out of Azkaban only to uncover the real truth about Peter Pettigrew, for which we are very grateful…. He was a gem of a man, the reality of which we found out later. He'll be remembered quite respectfully—a martyr in our eyes."
She bowed her head and after a brief pause she handed Harry the golden medallion: the Order of Merlin, which Harry took with frozen hands, not even feeling its cool surface. His throat ached as he silently accepted the medal encased in a velvet box.
There was no applause, only dead silence. Harry closed the box and slid it into one of his inner robe pockets, as if longer connection with it would cause some unforeseen event.
Dumbledore cleared his throat to break the awkward silence and advised the students to return to their dinner as they needed their energy for the next day.
Harry was just about to step off the dais when Dumbledore stopped him. "Why don't you come with me, Harry?" he asked with a gentle voice.
"Er…" Harry felt somewhat disoriented, but he didn't interrupt Dumbledore who guided him towards his office. Harry could see Ron and Hermione fidgeting in their seats as if they would give anything to be able to be with him at that moment. He offered a meek smile to them, telling them he was all right. He left a buzzing Great Hall from professors' entrance along with Amelia Bones and Mr. Weasley.
"Dumbledore, I must return to the Ministry immediately. You know how things are. However, it's good to see you back."
Amelia Bones departed after being whispered to by Mr. Weasley, who turned towards Harry after reaching Dumbledore's office. As Dumbledore got busy with some documents on his table, Mr. Weasley stepped closer to him, and asked, "Are you all right, Harry?"
"I'm fine," Harry assured.
"I'm sorry about barging on you like this. As you know, the Minister had been due for quite some time. However, with her busy schedule and then Dumbledore's departure, things got delayed. I'm sure Molly would have kittens when she finds out about this….
"You are all right, aren't you?" Mr. Weasley asked again, concernedly.
"I'm fine, Mr. Weasley. I just think this wasn't necessary. Sirius didn't get the free status when he was alive and I don't see any point of this new status; now that he's dead," he finished bitterly, a hard edge creeping into his voice.
"Harry…" Arthur Weasley hesitated, understanding that none of his consolatory comments would do any good. Still, he ploughed on, "Sirius had always been action. He went protecting the ones he loved just like your parents. Any of us would have done it. This is just how it is."
He patted his shoulder and moved towards the fireplace.
This is how it is... there are things worth dying for... Sirius's voice implored him in his mind.
Stiffly, Harry moved towards the window overlooking the Hogwarts grounds, shoving his hands in his trouser pockets.
"I'll be off now, Dumbledore," said Mr. Weasley, taking some Floo powder from a pot near the fireplace and giving Dumbledore a perplexed look.
"Goodbye, Arthur."
Mr. Weasley departed with another, "Goodbye."
"Harry, want to sit down?" Dumbledore asked gently, turning towards a rigid Harry.
Before sitting down on one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk, Harry took out the Order of Merlin and placed it before Dumbledore. "I don't want this."
Dumbledore pierced him with his gaze, looking deeper as if reaching his soul. "This is an honor awarded to very few of us, Harry. Don't you think Sirius would have felt proud that you received it for him?"
Harry bowed his head as if contemplating. Raising his head, he said, "Can you keep it for me then? I don't want to see it; at least, not now."
"That, I can do," Dumbledore answered, letting the box remain where Harry had originally placed it.
"I heard rather alarming news about you, Harry."
Harry focused on Dumbledore and found him smiling at him, a twinkle showing through his half-moon spectacles.
"What news?"
"You turned a student into a Flobberworm. That is, Mr. Malfoy to be precise." Dumbledore gave a crooked smile.
"Oh that." Harry hadn't even remembered that he had done such a thing as he had been busy in piecing the scroll mystery together. "I don't know how I did it, Professor."
"I don't agree on that fact. I think you know, you just haven't realized it yet."
"But—"
"Let me elaborate. Since last year, I've observed changes in you, Harry. They are not that marked, however they are there. As you're growing old, you are becoming stronger and so are your powers. I don't have to tell you that you possess exceptional skills; most of them are still dormant but they are present at your core. You are the only student I know who learned Occlumency in such a short duration and that is only the beginning when it comes to your acquired skills.
"However, your guard does go down whenever you are pressurized by Voldemort. You have to understand, Harry, he knows more about the connection between you two than anybody else. Even I don't know the extent to that. Nevertheless, I have observed more developments in you this year, especially with your dreams."
"I haven't felt Voldemort's presence like last year, Professor, except when I was transfiguring into my animal form…" Harry hesitated at this point, which Dumbledore filled with his own voice of reason.
"Yes, Minerva had been keeping me updated on your progress at Transfiguration. Your Animagus form has indeed proven that Voldemort has given you more than he ever wished he had."
"Is it because I'm a Parseltongue?"
"I can only assume, Harry, I'm no expert. However, I can surmise that the giant python that you changed into was due to the transference of powers by Voldemort. You have to understand that Transfiguration is a complicated subject and human transfiguration, more so. You need all of your concentration while transforming and that leaves you with very less to guard your mind against his encroachments; you are indeed very much vulnerable in that state.
"You can assume that unless you master your transformation, every time you would transfigure, your mind would be assaulted by Voldemort, reaching deeper than before. I commend your decision for not going down that path."
"I don't want to do anything with Voldemort, Professor. I can't bear the thought that the monster responsible for my parents and godfather's death is connected to me somehow. If it was up to me, I would cut away that part of mine—power or not!"
Dumbledore nodded in understanding. "You have to accept the fact, Harry, that there lies your strength. Any of you could use the connection between both of you as a weapon. Perhaps too many factors cloud your mind right now; however, haven't you wondered about your dreams, which are not dreams at all? They are either snatches of Voldemort's memories or your mother's. This new development or the combination, you might say, has given us more clues. Haven't you realized that if you want you can go deeper in Voldemort's mind as well? Don't you remember that twelve-year-old Tom, who was tormented by Buxly?"
"I have realized this." Harry looked at Dumbledore knowingly. "I know that the dream of Tom was a past memory of Voldemort's, the smoky snake might be a guard of his for keeping any intrusion away. Still, once both the good and bad visions mingled, I just hoped that Voldemort didn't know I was probing in his mind, even if it was unconsciously."
As if another thought suddenly hit him, bringing along a feeling of dread. "Professor, Voldemort could be listening in!" Harry closed his eyes and concentrated hard for achieving the perfect state of occlusion.
"You don't have to worry about that. After last year's turmoil, I have cast some more security spells at Hogwarts. Only those who should be present in the premises can enter the castle, my office specifically. Nevertheless, I can't say it's totally failsafe," he said, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"I really haven't seen anything except few jumbled up dreams. I haven't seen anything of what he's planning to do. There is a nagging feeling that something is about to go wrong, but nothing else. No details." Harry looked at Dumbledore expectantly, asking with his eyes for some explanation.
Dumbledore stood up from his chair and made his way towards his Pensieve and loosened some silvery strands from his head. It was then that Harry noticed, Fawkes wasn't present at his perch and the previous headmaster portraits were uncharacteristically silent as if totally tuned in for the next big thing.
Dumbledore turned around and looked at him gravely as if warning him beforehand that what he was about to hear, he wasn't going to like one bit.
"I have found some disturbing things while I was away from Hogwarts, Harry. It seems that Voldemort has been looking for something that can make him almost invincible. From the way he's operating, it is clearly evident that he knows quite clearly what he wants."
"Lupin's been telling me how Voldemort's increasing his following in foreign countries. What's he been up to in Romania? Why on earth he raided the Romanian Ministry?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"As it seems, Voldemort has been up to no good." There was a gleam in his eyes offsetting his solemn expression. "He's looking for something, I presume, might not even exist. Nonetheless, according to some weighty resources, it just may."
"What is he looking for, Professor? The Scrolls of Life?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore looked at Harry with astonishment as if he had somehow killed his punch line. He sat back down his chair while his expression readily changed to an open smile. "I don't know who your sources are, Harry, but they are excellent, I might add. I haven't even briefed the Order about this and here you are, asking me about the Vita Scrolls that has been puzzling me, while taking all the energy of Voldemort's."
It was Harry's turn to be amazed. "He is looking for the scrolls? The same scrolls of Earth, Water, Air and Fire?"
Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "Another name for the Vita Scrolls."
"Has he been raiding all these historical places all over the world just to get information on these scrolls? Is this connected to the mysterious deaths of Muggles in Egypt?"
"He certainly is. It has been confirmed." Dumbledore nodded.
Harry suddenly remembered the Death Eaters' screams as they were killed by the Griffin guarding the Ventosus scroll and everything suddenly fit. He didn't even bother to ask whether the confirmation had been provided by their Potion's Master. He was more excited over the vision he saw in which Voldemort had tortured Avery. There was only one Death Eater who had escaped from the Ventosus vault, and it could have just been Avery.
"A knut for your thoughts?" Dumbledore said, bringing Harry back to reality, which was the cue for him to spill it all in front of the wise headmaster.
Harry started with the dream of Ursula Weasley and how it had turned into Voldemort's memories; then the aftereffects of his transformation, how he woke up to a vision of his parents and watched the world with the broken sun through his mother's eyes. He told him all about how Sirius's diary had helped him see his parents' past; the way they had gotten the Ventosus Scroll and how one of his previous vision of Voldemort torturing Avery made sense after that, as Voldemort had said that, he hadn't even been able to handle few rookies which his parents and godfather had been at that time.
"You are doing your own version of Legilimency, Harry. You are seeing into the mind of Voldemort." Dumbledore looked pleased. "You are finding your own way, and in your terms."
"But I think Voldemort knows I've been inside his mind and maybe that's why I haven't seen anything after that."
"Yes, he might be blocking you but that doesn't mean the way is closed forever."
"Do you know about Ursula Weasley?" Harry asked curiously.
"She was before my time, but I've heard that she was very powerful. One of the greatest witches of our times; she didn't get much recognition because of her mysterious death. Interestingly enough, Ginevra Weasley is the first girl born after Ursula Weasley into the Weasley family."
"Ginny?" Harry didn't know what to say.
"Yes." Dumbledore smiled knowingly.
Harry suddenly changed the subject, showing his deliberation on the student who was after his neck. There were three students that he suspected, one of whom he had discarded recently. Dumbledore wanted to know the identity of the discarded suspect; however, Harry didn't mention Cho's name as it would have been useless, he was sure that she wasn't it. That left him with Malfoy and Colin Creevey.
It had occurred to Harry that he could be wrong in his observation but he had come up with these names after a lot of thought process. Malfoy was the safe bet, as he had made his intentions quite public; he was only waiting for the opportune time to strike. Harry was only suspicious about Colin Creevey; something just didn't fit right in his case. He even felt ashamed for including Colin in his list but he had no other choice. Colin had indeed been acting strange all year long; it could have been the effect of his brother's death, but his behavior had been nothing but peculiar.
Dumbledore was very much astonished on his observation. He looked at him with wary eyes and Harry had the strange feeling as if he was too tired to handle all this. He certainly looked worn-out.
"Harry, perhaps, it's his trauma speaking? However, what you have told me cannot be classified as being normal. I'll look over it. I still have the feeling that there's someone we've looked over. Mr. Malfoy couldn't possibly plan another attack unless he's fully backed by his father's Death Eater acquaintances. Nonetheless, I will increase the surveillance on both of them in particular and every House entrance in general."
That settled, Harry became worried on another issue. "Is Ventosus scroll with the Ministry?" he asked the burning question at last.
"No." Dumbledore shook his head, taking off his spectacles. "I'm certain that it isn't with the Ministry. I didn't know that James, Lily and Sirius had done such a thing. They hadn't even mentioned this in their wills or their letters to me." He stroked his beard thoughtfully, a distant look on his face.
Harry felt disappointed, hearing this. He was sure that Dumbledore would have known what had happened to the scroll. Why hadn't his parents told someone about it? The Order's founder would have been a safe bet.
Another thought occurred to him. "If you give me permission, Professor, I think I could find the scroll… or at least try."
"Harry, you know you can't just go off to some place. You're not of age; moreover, your security is of utmost importance."
"I know and that's why I'm asking your permission, Professor. I think I can find where it is," Harry rushed on in an excited voice, "At least, I have a hunch. I think it's in my parent's vault at Gringotts."
Dumbledore smiled at him. "I am getting old. Your hunch might turn out right. I'll send Hagrid—"
"I want to go, Professor," Harry pleaded, "I wouldn't even mind the usual guard. I need to see it for myself."
"Harry, it's against—"
"It's important!"
Dumbledore drew out his hands to silence him. "I can see that. All right. However, there's a condition. That you'll stay with the guard and would not saunter off to any other place at Diagon Alley."
"I promise! I wouldn't even face the Knockturn Alley."
After taking Headmaster's leave, as Harry was closing the office door shut, he distinctly heard Dumbledore chuckle. "I must be getting old, how else he could have wormed that permission out of me?"
Grinning, Harry made the journey back to his dormitory room. A feeling of relief swept over him. Things were finally piecing together; he could almost see a vague picture forming.
Not finding Ron, Hermione or even Ginny in the common room, he made his way straight to his room, finding it swamped in darkness. The usual candles weren't lighted which was not the only thing out of the ordinary. He could almost feel someone else in the room and he was ready to bet that it wouldn't turn out to be one of his roommates.
His wand was out in a flash. "Lumos!"
Harry wasn't much amazed at his discovery. "Colin, what do you thing you're doing?" he asked, sharply.
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Next Chapter: (Detour at Gringotts) Will Harry succeed in his expedition of the scroll? What is the surprise that lies in wait for him? -Coming Soon-
