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Venquine1990

Preview #3
Heart Sound

2nd of April 1996
Headmaster's Office
Harry Potter's POV

Harry pulled himself free of Umbridge's grasp as the door swung shut behind them. Cornelius Fudge was glaring at him with a kind of vicious satisfaction on his face. 'Well,' he said. 'Well, well, well . . .'
Harry replied with the dirtiest look he could muster. His heart drummed madly inside him, but his brain was oddly cool and clear.
'He was heading back to Gryffindor Tower,' said Umbridge. There was an indecent excitement in her voice, the same callous pleasure Harry had heard as she watched Professor Trelawney dissolving with misery in the Entrance Hall. The Malfoy boy cornered him.' 'Did he, did he?' said Fudge appreciatively. 'I must remember to tell Lucius. Well, Potter, I expect you know why you are here?'
Harry fully intended to respond with a defiant 'yes': his mouth had opened and the word was half-formed when he caught sight of Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore was not looking directly at Harry - his eyes were fixed on a point just over his shoulder - but as Harry stared at him, he shook his head a fraction of an inch to each side.

"Heart Sound." Two words that shock everyone in the room around me, yet I have been savoring the chance to speak them for so long, the only reason I have yet to have done so for the entire year being that I felt I was doing something good for the sake of the students with the teaching of proper Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Yet now that an act of Pettigrew has been done by one of our own members – and I'm pretty sure I already know exactly who it was that betrayed us – do I feel ready to prove the people of the magical world just what I think of them and how closely I am connected to the one source of magic that outwits and overpowers them all.

Hogwarts herself.

This bit of knowledge makes me smirk in glee, even as the feeling of a hook behind the navel overtakes me, yet when I arrive back at the room I just tried to flee, is it no longer the same room and neither is it just Fudge, Umbridge, McGonagall, Dumbledore and Shacklebolt who been brought to come along with me.
Instead of the room looking like a training room made of metal, mirrors and stone is the room now made of stone floors and several walls that have a sheen of magic at the front of back, causing for the whole room to be divided into several sections; the sections themselves being divided over categories of my own belief.
The Minister, Headmaster, Defense and Transfigurations teacher all look around and then Kingsley's voice sounds from a section a little further down as he asks: "Wait, where am I? Where is everyone? Minister? Potter? Headmaster?" And I answer: "You're fine, Kingsley, just don't try and leave the section you have been send to."
"And why is that, Potter? Cursed the entrances?" Umbridge snaps at me, the indecent smirk that had been on her face earlier now replaced for a furious scowl, yet because I know all there is to know about this room, its intentions and how it's been created by Hogwarts with the intention of helping me, do I say:

"No ma'am, I didn't. And I must not tell lies." I then hint at her and the woman, who was obviously on the verge of calling me out, now snaps her opened mouth shut with a furious snarl before I smirk and think: "And this is just the tip of the iceberg, time for the real game to start." And with that, do I repeat myself and say:
"Heart Sound." And instantly several dozen more pops are heard throughout the room, coming from the various sections of the room and one of them makes Dumbledore gasp, McGonagall yelp and Fudge and Percy scream in unprofessional fear as a man with the look that come straight from a nightmare appears next to them.
The man himself is as shocked to find himself there as they are to see him appear, yet he is not alone as several people in long black robes and with a silver or bone made mask in their hands appear with the man, some of which who turn tense when they realize the implications of them having been spotted in Death Eater garment.

"POTTER! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS ATROCITY! THINKING YOU CAN KIDNAP UPSTANDING CITIZENS AND DRESS THEM UP TO YOUR OWN ENJOYMENT! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS DISGRACEFUL ACT OF MERCILESS INFANTILE BEHAVIOR! TIME TO PAY, POTTER, DIFINDO!"

Umbridge then yells and while Percy and Fudge are obviously shocked to see the woman lose her control like that, does the entire room then hold silent for several seconds as nothing escapes her wand or shoots at me and for several tense moments is everyone either worried for my health or confused about the lack of action.
"Did I forget to mention that everyone who comes here gets an automatic block created by Hogwarts herself on all forms of their magic? From werewolf genes and Metamorphmagus skills to a simple wand spell like Wingardium Leviosa and Alohomora. Really, like I said, I didn't cast any magic. A friend of mine did."
"Then I demand to meet this friend at once. No one has the right to take me my magic! I'M NOT SOME STINKING MUGGLE!" The woman snaps, causing for Fudge to gasp her name and for me to roll my eyes before I say: "And now I get prove as to why I believed her to be one of yours. Though yours are usually a lot saner."

This seems to shock the white-skinned man I am talking to and then I turn back to the furiously steaming woman in pink and calmly tell her: "As for who my friend is. My dear Professor, you're standing on as well as in her. It's Hogwarts herself. And before you even try – a 1000 years of magic – doesn't make a castle sentient?"
And while I have no doubt that the woman wants to deny this fact, does Fudge then ask: "But why? Why would Hogwarts want to help someone like you?" And instantly my calm nature disappears and I turn stern, ready to take action and get my plan to a successful end, while also determined not to let anyone stop me.

I cross my arms in front of me and say: "Because Hogwarts sees me for who I am, not for what my fame can mean to others who just want to better either themselves or their own reputation. Because Hogwarts looks further than my scar and sees the scars that are being forced onto my heart by several forces each and every year.
Because. Hogwarts. Cares." The man looks shocked and I take a deep breath, knowing that now I need to keep a cool head and explain the situation as perfectly as I can master without losing myself to my emotions before I look up at the group in their section and I say: "However, before I go further, allow me a little more explanation.
This is the Room of Requirements. It's the same room as the one where my friend and I have been learning real Defense Against the Dark Arts. And before you even try, Minister, Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of the four subjects at Hogwarts where the core needs a repeated performance of spell work to properly cast said spells.
The same can be said for certain divisions of Transfiguration, Ancient Runes and definitely Charms. Meaning that your method of theory only would have made everyone in Hogwarts fail their Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, because they would have had insufficient practice with the spell work required for the practical part."

The man – as well as a few of those in his division – look shocked at how I know this and I shrug as I say: "It's been in the summary of every Standard Book Of Spells for the last five years." Making the man turn a little red before I turn away from him and the others and over to the other divisions as I continue and say:
"Now, as you've probably already guessed, Kingsley is in a different division than the rest of you. However, he is not in there by himself. Hogwarts has divided this room into 4 divisions and each of them is based on how I feel about said group as well as the experiences that make me feel about said group like that.
You, the headmaster, my own Head of House, your Undersecretary and Assistant are all in the section that I call those whose title have earned my respect, yet whose actions have lost it. And before anyone talks, I will explain further once I have further explained myself to the other sections." And with that I start walking as I talk.

"The next division is called people who have earned my respect, yet who I am not close enough to as a person to call them friends. For those wondering, a lot of the members of our little study group are indeed in this division alongside Bill and Charlie Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Alastor Moody and Nymphadora Tonks."
Some of the ones of the study group look shocked to be in a division under this name, yet the adults there just simply smile at me before I go on and move over to the next division as I say: "The one following is called people who mean something to me, yet are not yet close enough I would trust them with my life.
This division is quite small yet it also has a lot of significant people within it. Professor Lupin, Fred, George and Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. Why I picked these three out of the study group, I will explain shortly. And yes, Fred, George, I do remember first year, however, this is different."

The two Weasley boys nod and I smile as I know one of the people in the next division will really shake things up as I turn to the last group and say: "The last group – to me – is the most important. It is named people who have continuously proven I can trust them with my life, even if they made one or two mistakes during our time together.
I don't think it would take a Ravenclaw N.E.W.T. student to realize that Arthur and Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are in here, but they are not alone. With them is the one man I would die for just to see him alive, happy and free and I know what it will mean for my reputation that he is here, yet I can honestly say I. Do. Not. Care.
Other than Madam Poppy Pomfrey, this section is shared by its final member, Sirius Orion Black." And while I say this name with great trust and power, does it take only a second or two before the entire section of the study group goes mad and starts shouting curses at the wall that divides them from my godfather and the other group.

At this I roll my eyes and say: "Everyone, MAGICAL BLOCK, remember?" And those four words ring over the sound of all the spells and curses and cause for all of the shouted voices to stop before the one question I had wanted to hear is asked: "Hey, why aren't you happy your spy is in Potter's trust division?"
And instantly everyone turns back to the first division, making me sigh and mutter: "Hogwarts, please turn the walls of the division transparent." And instantly the request is answered, a sheen of magic covering the stone walls that separate one group from the next before Umbridge seems to lose it yet again and shouts:
"POTTER! YOU FILTHY LIAR! NOW I GOT YOU! YOU SAID NO ONE HERE –." Yet I roll my eyes and raise my voice just loud enough to silence her as I say: "I said there was a magical block cast on the people within Hogwarts. I never said I took Hogwarts her magic. The walls became transparent by Hogwarts magic, not mine."
The woman growls as she hears this and I say: "I'm sure you're pissed to have your magic blocked as well and I am more than willing to fully explain how I managed to get all of these people – you and yours included – here, but first – would you mind taking one step to the right so we can see that coward hiding behind you."

And while the man seems shocked and then contemplative, does it take him only looking behind himself once for a bored look to show on his face as he follows my request, yet I have to slap myself on the head as the blasted coward moves alongside him, whimpering in fear as he does and making his master glare at him.
"Try again. And Hogwarts, please seal that coward's shoes to the floor." And while the man yelps as he must be feeling the magic take hold, does his master take another step to the right, exposing the traitor for the cowering, sniveling, small-sized, silver handed bastard that he is, causing for gasps to ring through the hall.

"Thank you. Now as to how this all came to be. Well, it's really simple, actually. This is – my safety net." Everyone looks shocked and confused and I say: "I started developing this in my third, shortly before the attack of Sirius on the Fat Lady. Thanks again for that, by the way." I then mock the man before I continue:
"You see, in the two years before that I constantly got caught in the middle of something that even Alastor Moody wouldn't want to face and by the time my thirteenth birthday rolled around, I could only marvel at how much of a miracle it was that I had even managed to survive long enough to see that day arrive.
Yet that marveling came with a realization and felt I needed something; something through which I could hide and escape the pressure of the world. Yet, being who I am, I felt I couldn't let those I was – in one way or another – loyal to be left to themselves either and I knew if I planned an escape, they had to be included.
Yet, I also knew my friends well enough to know that, if I were to tell them this, they would tell those who would try and stop me for who knows what reasons and I couldn't have that. So I planned this – and I will admit, those few weeks in Diagon Alley definitely helped as it were the Goblins who told me of this room.

I found it in my first week here and discovered just how special this room is. Other than the magically impossible, such as summoning food, this room could do anything and everything, simply because this was the center of Hogwarts' magic, the place where all the sentient and ambient magic cast by its inhabitants went.
I felt Hogwarts. I know that sounds crazy, but I really felt her presence while I was here and it made it so easy for me to plan all of this. Hogwarts provided me with the means to escape. Hogwarts provided me with the tools to get you all here. Hogwarts – more or less – came up with the basics of why I brought you all here in the first place.
Yes, this will be my final night at Hogwarts. After everything I have been put through this year, I just cannot continue staying here. However, I didn't want to leave with so many issues still at large, so – I waited. Waited until everything came to a head. I won't say I expected it to be like this, but I did know it would probably happen this year.
Now, because one family that I care a whole lot for is divided into several sections, I just want to make one thing very, very clear before I continue. I will not expect any of those in any group to follow me when I do take my leave. Will I be happy if you decided to do so, yes. Will I expect or even demand it out of you, no."

I then take a deep breath as I know that the next part of my plan will shake everyone up and will change what could possibly be the rest of Wizarding History for England for the worst, yet due to my earlier words bringing back all of my hard-pained memories, do I feel no regret whatsoever in making this decision.
I strengthen the seriousness shown on my face and move all of the pained determination I feel for making this decision through my eyes as I turn from the four divisions to the one all the way on the right and with my emerald green eyes locked with a pair of blood red ones, do I say: "Voldemort, England is yours."

Holy crap!
WHAT? Harry just forfeited the responsibility to fight Voldemort? What is he thinking? What is his plan? What is going on here? Well, to be honest, there is a whole lot more behind Harry's desire not to fight Voldemort, but it's not because he feels he owes the Magical World nothing as a reason to fight the man.
I have a little something different planned and it will actually make Voldemort, Dumbledore and Fudge take on the role of the Big Three of Percy Jackson. They won't really become Gods or anything, it's just the easiest way to describe what I want out of them – even though each of them will, at first, object and protest.
Anyway, this story is really based on having Harry lift everything that is on his heart and at first that made me worry that this preview would take too long, but then I came up with the cliffhanger and from there, I will be happy to continue this story once I have finished a few others and moved this to a solitary file.
Have fun,

Venquine1990