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Chapter 2 – Genie in a bottle

Underlined is Harry's thoughts/ telepathic communication

Italics are the candles thoughts/telepathic communication

Upon arriving at the ministry, they were quickly ushered inside by a harassed looking ministry official. On the way up, he briefed them on what was going on.

"I think every crazy witch and wizard in the whole country has come here demanding an audience with the candles and proclaiming themselves the worthy one." He said as they passed a naked elderly wizard who was screaming at the top of his lungs "Down with wicks, down with wax and down with the ministry!" as aurors fought to restrain him.

"Real nutter that one." Said the ministry official

"That's not the worst of it. There's a priest in the misuse of muggle artifacts office demanding the burning of the candles and saying that they are possessed by some dude called Satan." Said a passing unspeakable

"Oh yeah, well there was another one ransacking Fudge's office for 'the magic matches to control the candles'. And that guy works for Fudge!"

"Used to work for Fudge." Someone corrected

"Well Harry, seems that the candles attract those not of stable mind, hm? Harry? Harry, are you listening?" Dumbledore questioned. Harry was certainly not listening.

Hello Harry spoke a voice in Harry's head. Great, I'm going crazy Harry thought to himself, but he decided to try a reply anyway.

Who are you?

We are The Candles of Obsession replied the voice

We?

Yes, there are four of us candles, and each has its own mind.

Why are you talking to me

Since your arrival, we have explored each of your minds and your magical cores. You are the only one worthy.

What about Dumbledore?

Dumbledore is corrupted by his current power. More would be disasterous.

Corrupt? Dumbledore?

You know not of the things he has done. We will show you later, but for now we need to give you your powers.

How do I get them?

Come to us.

Where are you?

Follow your instincts.

Great. Follow your instincts. Harry thought to himself. I'll never find them. Harry reached out with his mind, anyway, just in case it worked. A minute passed, and Harry was ready to give up, when suddenly he felt a pull in his mind that told him where to go. Harry was about to follow the pull when he felt a sharp pain in his face. Dumbledore had slapped him.

"Harry! Snap out of it! The candles power is corrupting your unstable mind!" Dumbledore exclaimed

"O.k. Two things: Number one: you must be crazy old man, cuz the only one corrupted is you. Number two: Ouch! That hurt! What was that for!"

-To Be Continued (aka, I'm too lazy to write more)

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