AN: i will be going on a vaction for two weeks. i hope that i can write something during that time. i was planning to post chapter 17 but i hadn't got the time to finish it. the next update will probable be around 15 august.
I own nothing except for Celiel.
'Inner voice'
'Normal thoughts'
"Speaking"
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Chapter 16
Summer Vacation Part 2
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He woke up with a feeling that told him that something was wrong. Trying to think in the morning when you just woke up isn't a good idea. Picking up his class from the nightstand he finally could see where he was. He arrived pretty late last night and because of that he was immediately brought to his room by Tom. The room itself wasn't big. In one corner stood a small desk with comfort looking chair in front of it. The bed was standing right next to the window. There was also a very small fireplace and on the left side of it was a door that would probable lead to the bathroom.
Talking about the bathroom, he could use a bath. The bathroom wasn't that great but it would do. So after taking a quick shower he was back in the other room with clean clothes and brushed hair that wouldn't listen to his pleas to stay in one place. 'Then let you hair grow if it doesn't stay in one place' 'I know that already and since when do I have an inner voice?'
'You always had an inner voice, but up until now you never realized it.' Answered the inner voice in a matter fact tone.
'Great, just great now I having a conversation with my inner voice. Do me a favor and leave me alone like you always did.' Since he didn't hear any response from it he walked downstairs to get some well deserved breakfast.
'What the hell, since when is it this busy in the Leaky Cauldron.'
"Mr. Potter?" A man with red hair and shabby looking clothes stood at the beginning of the stairs.
Quickly he removed all emotions from his face and answered in a cold sneering voice. "Yes that it me" The man visible flinched at the tone he had used but continued like nothing had happened.
"Mr. Potter my name is Arthur Weasley and I am from the Ministry of Magic. Why don't you come down and have some breakfast while I ask you some questions."
Nodding he walked down the stairs and Mr. Weasley guided them to an empty table. As soon as they sat down Tom came to get their orders.
"Well lets get started shall we?" Not knowing anything else to say he answered with a simple 'sure.' While eating his breakfast which was there since Mr. Weasley had started talking. "But in the end Mr. Potter no harm done. It happens to the best of us." Rytho kept nodding while the other man was talking. He paid more attention to his food.
Finally the Weasel left with a slight warning to keep his emotions under control. 'I thought that man would never leave.' and if on cue the man abruptly walked back to Rytho and with a very cheery (read annoying) voice he addressed our hero.
"Mr. Potter do you know my son Ron? I believe he is the same year as you." He knew him but that's it. "Yes I know him. Why?" not bothering to look at him while he was still eating."Well actually I was a…wondering…if you would like to stay with us for the rest of the vacation."
Choking on his food he turned to look at the man that stood next to him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The father of that Weasel wanted to put them in one and the same room for I don't know how many weeks. But then again it could be fun to taunt him the entire time. Not like that was anything new for him but for a change it could be nice. But did the chief Weasel knew that he was a Slytherin and that they detested each other. Probable not.
Concentrating his glare of all glares at the Weasel and trying to look intimidating for a twelve year old kid he addressed the man in a business like manner. "Mr. Weasley, perhaps you did not hear your son correct when he said he knew me." Seeing that the Weasel was about to interrupt he held up his hand and continued. "Therefore let me explain it. Your son is in Gryffindor, I am in Slytherin. Those two do not I repeat do not make friends or even interact with each other. Now do I make myself clear?"
Mr.Weasley stood there in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron gaping at the boy that was in front of him. Their saviour who was nothing more than a mere child had the guts to speak like that to an elder like he was a three year old toddler. He seriously considered grabbing him in the collar and dragging him to the Burrow to give him some serious education about how to behave in the presence of an elder for example. Although the child was right about Gryffindor and Slytherin being natural enemies but that doesn't mean that they have to be enemies. But who was he to complain about this.
"Well Mr. Potter I see that as a no." Looking every where to avoid the boys eyes he added hurriedly "If you change your mind you know where to find me. Goodbye." He turned around and within seconds he flooed back to the burrow. Rytho in the meantime quickly finished his breakfast and hurried back to his room to find there an owl waiting for him.
'An owl?'
'Yes idiot, you know birds with wings deliver mail and stuff like that.'
"Shut up" he snapped angrily. The owl thought he was speaking to him and hooted in annoyance. "No not you some else. Now if you would mind giving me the letter you have." The owl gave him the letter and pecked at him angrily for his behavior. "That hurt you know." he hissed but the owl was already gone. He opened the letter while walking to his bed and sat upon it.
The first parchment was a standard one saying that he was allowed to go to his third year. The second one was his supply list. But it was the last one that caught his attention.
Dear Mr. Potter,
In you third year you are allowed to go to Hogsmeade. I assume you know what that is.
But that is not the problem. During your second year we found that you had an illegal pet.
For that you are to be punished. You of course already knew this but I thought maybe I should mention it again just in case.
Your punishment is that you are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade during you Third year.
If you are somehow being found in Hogsmeade when you are not supposed to be the consequences will be dire.
Sincerely yours,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of HogwartsSchool for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He stared at least ten minutes at the note that somehow remained in his hand. Then not knowing what to do with it he stood up and went to the fireplace. When he stood in front of it he simply threw the note in the fire. He watched it as the parchment caught fire and within seconds reduced to nothing more than some ash. "Walk to Hell Dumbledore. The day that I will listen to you is the day Hell will freeze over."
'For once I agree with you.'
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"
'Talking to your self is the first sign of insanity.' His little inner voice mocked. You could almost see it grinning. 'But yes you told me to shut up. But now you shut up and listen to me.'
'Did my inner voice just command me to shut up?'
'Correct, I did command you to shut up and it will be in your best interest to do so.'
'Keh, who do you think you are? You are just an inner voice, what can you do?'
That was something he shouldn't have thought. While he was arguing with his inner voice he still stood in front of the fireplace but not for long. Not soon after he thought that the world around him turned black and he slumped on the floor.
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He opened his eyes to find him self in a pitch black void. All he could see was darkness. He tried to call for help but his voice refused to came out. Then out of nowhere a man in black robes appeared in front of him. Even though the man was so close he couldn't see its face but he somehow guessed that it was an adult.
"You wanted to know what I can do. Here is you answer."
The darkness around him began to spin around him and soon he found himself completely within it. Before he knew what happened a sphere of light was formed in front of him and went straight trough his heart.
T.BC
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is this a cliffie or what?
--ChaosDream--