The Vicis Clock Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

The Vicis Clock

By Abay

-Chapter-Two-

Revised

Department of Mysteries

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"Department of Mysteries," the cool woman's voice informed him.

Cling!

Harry cringed at how much noise the lift was making, but did not stay back and wait to see if the loud clanging of the elevator had attracted any unwanted attention… he was so close now…he had no patience left at all…Harry could not focus on how loud his footsteps were echoing through the hall, how he could easily blow his cover, because all he could see was the black door at the end of the hallway…and it seemed so surreal…so dream-like…to be here…so close to his godfather who was away from him for so long.

Puffing, Harry skidded to a halt in front of the black door, and placed his hand on the silver handle. The first time he had ever set his eyes on this door, it had given him a sinister, dark and mysterious feeling, but now, the feelings vibrating out of that door was quite contrary to the last time he had been here. The door felt welcoming and warming towards him…almost inviting, and with no hesitance, he gladly pushed back the door as his heart beat against his chest with anticipation.

He was going to see Sirius again…his godfather was just behind a veil…nothing but a mere, harmless veil…and when he'd find it, he'll pull Sirius back out…

When Harry stepped in, he was greeted by the large circular room that every aspect in it was identical to the other, but Harry did not have time to spare on marveling how this room was extraordinarily constructed, so quietly, he shut the door, and as he had expected, the torches flared blue as the room started to rotate making him extremely lightheaded, and though he felt completely vulnerable and foolish in doing so, Harry closed his eyes tightly shielding them from the blinding blue streaks of light.

Finally, when the movement had seized, he opened his eyes, placed the broom on the floor and pulled out his wand instantly as he moved towards a random door. He would know the room immediately when he sees it, for the urge to rip open the veil had plagued his dreams and thoughts for too long.

Heaving in a huge breathe, he pushed the door open, and exhaled disappointedly as he saw a long rectangular room with an enormous glass tank in the middle of it. Knowing that this was not the room he desired, he left, and ingeniously, or so he thought, Harry left the door intentionally ajar to avoid the room from rotating, and confusing him out of his mind.

Moving on, Harry opened the door right next to it, but, to his annoyance, he found that again, it wasn't the Death Chamber either. This room had planets floating all over the place, and though the sight was breath taking and alluring, he tore his eyes away from it, and once again, left the door partly open.

As he was just about to move to the other door next to it, a sharp voice reached his ears, causing him to root onto his spot, and with nothing but utter fear, he felt his heart plung into his stomach. Someone was here.

"Who's there?" called the gruff voice.

Quietly turning around, Harry surveyed a witch and wizard with such fear that he was not able to let out a breath.

"Did you see anyone?" asked the wizard, spinning around in his spot.

"No," replied the witch, as she too inspected the room carefully. "But there was definitely someone here, they left there broom behind, firebolt if I'm not mistaken, and these doors are left open. I'm sure it wasn't one of us…we know our way around."

"Yes, I'm quite sure it's an intruder myself. I want you to call for backup. I'm willing to bet everything I've got that it's a Death Eater out here," he said in an undertone, as he pushed her, urging her to leave the room.

"I'm not leaving you here alone! You might be outnumbered," she bit back angrily, swatting his hands away from her.

The wizard opened his mouth to argue but the witch cut him off inflexibly.

"Don't argue with me Spins!" she hissed. "You know how stubborn I can be!"

"Alright, alright!" he whispered in defeat as he pulled out his wand and the witch followed suite. "Keep your guard on, be discreet and be careful! I'll investigate the Brain Room. You'll do the Astronomy Chamber. Stun as soon as you hear movement. Do not hesitate. If any one of us isn't here by fifteen minutes, then we call for help. No arguments!"

The witch however, didn't look like she was about to disagree this time, but merely nodded her head to show agreement, and Harry watched, still dumbstruck, as each one of them headed towards there assigned rooms….but the witch was moving right towards him!

The Unspeakable's sensed his presence! There was no time to spare! He needed to find the Death Chamber and fast! If they find him...if they catch him...he...he would be dragged out of here by the order...then it would be too late...and Sirius...this might be his last chance to save his Godfather.

No, cried a firm voice in his head. You'll find the chamber in time! You have to save Sirius!

The blood was pounding in his ears stopping him from thinking coherently…His heart beat even faster, and this time it was not out of anticipation, but trepidation, nothing but pure and utter panic.

What the hell was he going to do!

Irrationally, without thinking at all, he ran to the room right behind both the witch and the wizard, and flung it wide open, and before the Unspeakable's could take another step, he jumped in, and slammed the door shut.

"The time room!" he heard the witch breath, as he leaned heavily against the door, trying to calm himself down. "In there! Their invisible!"

Oh god, what was he going to do now? It was over…done with!

Faintly, he could hear the room outside spinning and rotating. Closing his eyes, he exhaled and inhaled, trying to clear his head, trying to decipher a plan, any plan that would get him out of this mess…that would get him to the veil without anyone hindering him or stopping him, but the ticking was all around him! And for the love ofMerlin he could not think straight! He couldn't!

Tick…

"Damn it!" he hissed angrily under his breath, and opening his eyes to survey what was distracting him from thinking plausibly.

There were clocks all around him, in every inch of this room. The big, the small, the round, the squared, but damn it, he did not have time to dwell on this room! He needed to get out! And as the panic started to overcome and overwhelm him, Harry found that his brain had gone void from any rational thoughts, and --

A muffled cry reached his ears. "Show me the time room!"

BANG!

With frenzy, both Unspeakable's lunged into the room and fired every spell as fast as they could around the room. Harry let out a yell of surprise, as the cast spells started to destroy the room around him, and slowly devour it into nothing but ruble. Glass shattered. Clocks blew up into millions of tiny pieces. Parts of the wall were blasted off, causing bits and pieces of stone to hit against his body.

Harry was able to reflect and shield himself from most of the spells, being invisible had many advantages, but a trip-jinx had hit him off-guard, and in haste to keep himself standing, he grabbed a big clock's arm which got turned in the process, as he tumbled down.

He fell to the ground with a howl of pain, and to his complete horror, he felt the velvety and smooth material slip off and slide to the floor.

They had seen him. He was caught.

The Unspeakable's stared at him wide eyed, too stunned for words...but for a few minutes...they remained as they were…still...unmoving...frozen. It was as though time had literarily stopped.

Hesitantly, he propped himself on his elbows, and said in a low voice. "I-I can explain, I-I–bloody hell!"

Abruptly, all the unharmed clocks started to turn backwards with an enormous speed, making the clock's arm impossible to see… the Unspeakable's started moving in a blur… beams of various colours flashed out of nowhere then disappeared. Broken clocks went back to place. Glass mended itself. He looked out of the window and he could see the sun rising and descending too quickly. People were coming in and out backwards with rapid speed. Light quickly spread, bathing it with sunlight, and drew back just as quickly, plunging him into deep darkness.

Harry just sat there, not moving from his position, and watched, dazed and shocked, not knowing what to do or how to act.

What was going on? What had he done!

As he saw these events happening...as he looked with horror at the clock arm that he pulled back, he slowly…very slowly… started to understand what was happening. He was going back in time. Somehow, he had meddled with time!

And as soon as Harry came up with that conclusion, a sudden gust of wind swirled around him, engulfing him deeper and deeper into darkness until he could actually feel everything whip past him so quickly. It was all a blur, nothing could be made out of this storm he had plunged into, it felt as though days had passed since he had been sucked into this black hole until it all came to an end when an almighty force slammed him into something so hard that he felt his heart clench in pain at the impact of the hit.

WHAM!

Harry let out a scream of agony as he felt his brain bounding fiercely and mercilessly onto his skull, and before he could even comprehend what was going on, he felt a tug behind his navel, and for the second time tonight, his feet left the ground with the swirling with a blast of air, and the howling of the wind in his ear. But the pain was so excruciating, so unbearable, that he did not seem to notice that he was being transported to a sinister place where he would surely meet his doom.

Harry's feet slammed into the ground and as the pain shot through his bleeding leg, he let out another howl of pain, and withered on the floor as he felt every part of him split, every part of him sting and pierce with pain, and slowly, very slowly, the pain started to decrees into a dull throbbing around his whole body. Gasping for breathe, Harry lay down on the ground, listening to the blood rushing through his ears, and fought the urge to slip away into the blissful darkness…

"Harry! Harry! Can you hear me? Are you alright?" said a nervous voice that was oddly familiar to him, but for the life of him he could not spare a thought right now…he was so tired…

"Harry, come on, wake up!" the voice now was shaking him, and grudgingly, Harry lifted his heavy eyelids to tell whoever it was to go away and leave him torest in peace, but the words' did not seem to leave his mouth as he spotted the figure peering down at him, because standing there in the flesh and bones was Cedric Diggory

Cedric…it was Cedric…but...but surely he was imagining things…Cedric was dead…long gone…

"Come on Harry, it's almost over, and the sooner you get up the sooner we can get you to Madam Pomfrey to look over that leg over yours," Cedric said, as he ripped a huge piece of fabric and rapped it around his…bleeding leg? He couldn't recall getting that injury…"There, that should stop the bleeding…I'm no healer so…this is all I can do for you. Now get up, we'd better get moving," he said, as he got up and offered him a hand. Speechlessly, with nothing but an expression of awe on his face, Harry took the hand and let Cedric pull him up to his feet.

"You alright Harry?" Cedric asked as Harry stared, with a slack jaw. Feverishly Harry shook his head, then turned around looking at his looming surroundings.

Where in Merlin's beard was he?

Turning around, he could feel the darkness in every corner of this place, he could smell the stench of decay and death, and the sinister feeling towards this place was almost drowning him. Looking beyond the endless row of tombstones, Harry could see the small black outline of a church, and further on to his left, he could difficultly make out fine looking old house on top of a hill that towered above them.

No…this couldn't…it couldn't be!

But it all made sense, contradicted a voice in the back of his head. No matter how far fetched it was, it made sense. He had gone back in time. Back to his fourth year by the looks of it, and at the exact moment he touched the portkey. It explained everything…the bleeding leg…his tattered robes...and Cedric.

Once again, like so many times this night, his heart pounded, if possible, even faster against his chest. He was going to meet Voldemort soon…He was going to fight him… but that wasn't what was worrying him, for what he was dreading was for more horrendous than that… It was Cedric's fate-- which was merely minutes away-- that was ever so eagerly awaiting to snatch away his life…but Harry would not let it…He would defy it, he was going to fight.

"Someone's coming…" whispered Cedric.

"What!" There was no time to spare, Cedric's death was walking right up to him, and he didn't even know it. He had to act quickly, before fate claimed its prize. "Lumos!"

Light erupted from the tip of his wind, putting whatever was in front of him into view…and then, he saw them…A short hooded man was walking towards them, and due to the light, he could distinctly make out what he was cradling in his arms. The scarlet red eyes shun so brightly, and he could see its narrowed eyes, hissing something that he couldn't make out, and by the sound of Cedric cursing colourfully under his breath, he had seen it too.

Wiping around, Harry turned and grabbed the older Huffelpuff by the shoulders. "Cedric take the cup and go! I'll hold him off; I want you to go straight to Dumbledore. Tell him it's Voldemort. Tell him it's a trap, thatBarty Crouch–"

"Don't be daft! I'm not leaving you --" But Harry, didn't even listen to another word Cedric had stubbornly said, because his scar had seared with pain beyond recognition, it was so agonizing that he felt he was going to die from it.

Biting back a howl of anguish, Harry said through clenched teeth. "Now-Go!"

"Kill the spare," a cruel voice hissed.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the figure of Wormtail raising its arm, and pulling back to perform the deadly curse, but swiftly, he pulled his wand out of his belt, swiveled around and cried. "IMPEDIMENTA!" The jet of red light hit Wormtail right in the face, causing him to fly over backwards, and slamming painfully into the ground.

"Get the boy!"

"GO!" Harry screamed before Wormtail could get up, and when Cedric, like the noble man he was refused to do so, Harry pushed him with all his might right on top of the cup, and to his relief, and to Cedric's utter horror, the portkey disappeared taking him along with it.

"Get up you fool! Get the boy!" Voldemort hissed from within the robes that had too fallen to the ground.

Harry turned around to find himself face to face with Wormtail, the man who was the causeof his parents death, and with out a thought what-so-ever, Harry pulled back his wand as the hatred pounded out of him, he swung his wand towards Wormtail sharply and yelled. "STUPEFY!"

"PROTEGO!"

To his horror and sheer fury, Wormtail had extracted a red shield that surrounded him, and uselessly, his red jet of light bounced off of it, and headed straight back at him.

"PRO—"

But before Harry could articulate the rest of the incantation, the spell which had countered back against him hit him squarely in the chest, and with a soft moan of pain, Harry keeled over backwards knowing no more…

Cedric watched with pure horror as Harry started screaming at him, telling him to leave, to go back without him, and before he knew it, the younger boy had grabbed him scruffily by the front of his robes, and with a roar, pushed him unexpectedly, right on top of the cup. As the handle of the cup pierced into his back painfully, he let out a muffled cry and arched his back in pain, but when he had noticed that he had touched the cup, it was too late. His eyes widened with shock, and ignoring the pain in his back, he looked back at Harry, reaching out to grab him too, but to no avail, his surroundings were already starting to swim out of view.

"Umph!" Cedric bit back a cry as he fell face forward on the ground, bruising his jaw, and though he was completely worn out by the ordeal he had went through today, Cedric jumped to his feet, turning around in his spot, hoping he would find Harry grinning at him somewhere from in between the crowd that started to accumulate around him…but Harry wasn't there…he was still at the graveyard…he was in danger!

"Professor Dumbledore!" he bellowed hoarsely, ignoring his parents who were fussing over him. "Somebody get Professor Dumbledore!"

"Cedric," a voice called quietly, though clearly from behind him.

Swiveling around, Cedric sighed in relief as he saw the midnight blue eyes, the familiar crocked nose and long silver beard. "Sir, it's Harry! He's still back there, at the graveyard! You-Know-Who was trying to kill us and he's still back there sir! You have to do something!"

Silence…everyone had gone completely quiet as soon as these words left his mouth, and he could feel their eyes staring at him, burning into him, and just as abruptly the voices stopped, whispers began to erupt all at once.

"Oh God! You don't think? –"

"Don't be daft, the boy's completely gone off the rocker!"

"He's bloody mad!"

"That kid's lost his mind!"

"Preposterous!"

"I say he hit his head hard on something!"

"What? This must be a joke!"

"The Dark Lord?" asked Mad-Eye eagerly as he emerged from within the crowd, leaving his electrical blue eye trained on him "Is he back?"

"I-I-"

"I want you to come straight to the office with me Cedric," Dumbledore said, cutting his answer off, as he stared at him warily; there was no twinkle in his eyes. "I need to know everything that happened tonight." Then he turned to Professor McGonagall and said sharply "Minerva, would you kindly go to Hagrid's hut, were you will find a large black dog. Fetch him to my office please. Alastor," he continued turning to face Mad-Eye as McGonagall swept away teary eyed. "I want you clear the crowd, search for any clues or any foreign wizard signatures in the area, then take the portkey, and trace it."

"Very well," Moody nodded, as he summoned the portkey towards him, and for an instant, Cedric thought he saw an odd twisted smile on his face, but knew he was imagining it, because a second later, his face turned into one that was grim and determined. "Come on now! There's no show here! Move along, move along!" he growled, starting to clear the loud chattering crowd around them

Indicating that he should follow him, Cedric gulped and walked with Dumbledore to the castle, pushing his way through the staring crowd.

This was not how he imagined his night would end, but far from it.

A.N: Please review!