Harry Potter and the Scars of Time
By: Krystal Lily Potter
Chapter 23: Mistakes, Goodbyes and Dreams
Rating: AA (which means, around here, 14 and up)
Summary: Harry's last year at Hogwarts has finally come but that doesn't mean things will be any easier for him. After last year's horrifying events the school things that nothing worse could happen. They were all wrong. The prophecy resurfaces and is dangling in front of Harry, held up by the pain from the past, quite literally. As the world is slowly being morphed outside of the safety of Hogwarts the people inside it are finding out that they cannot hide for much longer and that time is as much their best friend now as it is their worst enemy. What is a person supposed to do when they know they have to face the most evil wizard in history and if they're killed then the rest of the world, magic and muggle is doomed?
Warning: More violence then last time. There are mentions of suicide, murder, and that type of stuff). There will also be fighting, cursing (and I don't mean spells) and gory stuff.
Heed this warning if you don't like death: there will be A LOT more deaths of characters you recognise from JKRs books and some original ones. If you thought I was cruel and brutal in the prequel to this then I don't know what you're going to think of me after reading this story.
Sequel to Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
For anyone new to this story YES I do know that the official couple is Ron/Hermione (as of JK's words in an interview)
IMPORTANT: Also I know it's been MONTHS since I've updated this. In all honesty I had just lost this chapter on one of the many disks I had and decided it wasn't worth it to keep going when I was ready to write again. This chapter's a little…stupid but I'm not going back and rewriting it! Otherwise it'll never get done! Also I reread my story again, including this chapter and I realized how stupid some of my ideas in them were…like the whole Sorting Hat song at the beginning of this story. For that let's just say that the hat's getting old and wanted to say something that would give the Hogwarts students hope.
Also I'm wrapping a lot of lose ends up now, there are no more questions to be asked, everything is starting to come together. Including what will happen to Harry, who will live and who will die, where is this story going, who did Peter use the Orb of Efil for and the most popular question in this story: WHO THE HELL IS NICKLESON?
All the answers are coming in these next few chapters, promise.
"You find one piece of happiness in this world and there is always someone trying to take it away."
-Johnny Depp, Finding Neverland
Harry, Ron and Hermione all stood together looking uncomfortable. It had been like this for months, ever since Harry had told them about the prophecy. There were times when they would just joke around like they always had, times when they would study like there was no tomorrow for their NEWTs and then there were the times like now. Them just standing together not knowing what to say.
Dumbledore had kept his promise; he was personally overseeing the training of the Hogwarts students. Harry continued to work the ULD until they were so tired that they had a hard time climbing the stairs to their dormitories.
April came and went quicker then any of them could believe and May was passing just as quick paced. It was enough to give anyone a headache or at least confuse every one of them.
"How can Voldemort die?" Hermione said suddenly, breaking Harry from his thoughts. Both young men present looked at her curiously. They both knew she was thinking about the prophecy. It's all any of them thought about now.
"That's the problem," Harry said slowly, "I've looked in so many books…even my mother's book on raw magic. I haven't found anything that can help yet."
"Plus you only understand half of the book," Ron added, referring to the fact that the book was written in ancient Greek, and because of a backfiring spell Harry was only able to read some of the book.
"Yeah, you know the helpful things are probably the things I can't understand, thanks to someone," he said that last part mockingly and with a quick glance at his girlfriend. Ron hid a light laugh but Hermione didn't look amused at all. She had been a little distant from Harry since she had found out the prophecy. Kaylee told Harry that Hermione said she felt as if he didn't trust her anymore.
Harry thought back to his friends' individual reactions to the prophecy.
Flashback
Harry and Kaylee looked at the Marauder's map, looking for Ron and Hermione. They saw that Ron was in the kitchen and Hermione was in her normal corner in the library.
"It'd probably be easier to talk to Ronald first," Kaylee piped up, "Plus you'll be more likely to survive the encounter in the kitchen."
Harry laughed lightly and said, "Dobby would probably use some of his magic on him." He seemed confident but in reality he was terribly nervous about seeing his friends again after telling them the prophecy.
"Well, go face the music bro," Kaylee said and pushed him in the direction of the kitchen, "I'm not coming with you. I've got to start studying for my exams. Because of lack of room in the school and the fact that we could be leaving anytime with only a days notice they want us to have our exams done first."
Harry took a deep breath, realizing that, like so many times before, he was on his own once again.
"Wish me luck," he said, "and if Ron kills me you get nothing out of my will."
The boy-who-lived had meant, by all means, to walk up to Ron quietly for a nice chat but the houseelves made that impossible. The second he entered the kitchen Dobby pretty much screamed his name and ran over, giving him a monster hug.
"Harry Potter sir, Dobby is so happy to see you sir," he said quickly, "Harry Potters Weezy is here too!"
"Where is he?" Harry asked before locating his friend in a corner of the room. Ron was eating some cookies and had a large class of milk beside him, "Never mind. I don't need anything; I'm just here to talk to my friend."
The houseelves seemed so disappointed that Harry didn't want anything, so disappointed that he eventually cracked and took a chicken sandwich. He went over to the small table in the corner Ron was sitting at and sat across from him. The two said nothing for several minutes; they just simply ate their food.
"Why didn't you tell us before?" Ron asked finally.
"I don't know honestly. I guess I needed to process it first and once I had…for the most part…I guess I just didn't feel it was time yet. You know things have away of having their own specific time, like the fact that I gave Fred and George their money," Harry said to him after thinking about it. He looked at his friend and said, "It has nothing to do with me not trusting you guys though. It has more to do with the fact that I couldn't accept it."
Ron nodded and dipped one of his cookies into his milk and chewing on it. He seemed a little bit happier then before but Harry could still tell there was something really bugging him.
Sighing to himself he said, "Go ahead, you have one free shot."
Ron grinned and the houseelves all yelled in shock as he reared his arm back then punched Harry in the face. Harry topped off his chair and when he sat back up he was rubbing his cheek roughly. "I think you might have loosened a tooth or two mate."
Weasley laughed and said, "Well I feel better now."
"I do too, aside from a sore cheek and…my future conversation with Hermione," Harry said slowly.
Ron chuckled and said, "Knowing Hermione she'll cry and be all worried about you at first as she looks around in the library for things to help you get rid of tall, snaky and ugly, then she'll rant at you like there's no tomorrow, then she'll give you the silent treatment for awhile while glaring at you."
Harry thought about it and said, "Yeah that seems about right."
"Good luck with that," Ron said with a laugh. Harry could tell though that his friend was still a little bit upset with him and he could also hear a little bit of disbelief and worry in his voice. It was obvious when he said 'good luck' he wasn't just referring to Harry's upcoming talk with Hermione.
Harry looked on with amusement as he saw Hermione quickly scribbling on a piece of parchment but didn't comment on it. He sat down beside her and just watched her for a minute. She didn't appear to realize he was there, but he couldn't really tell because her bushy hair was blocking her face.
"Hermione, I think you should take a little break," he said slowly, "and…er…study for the exams?"
"Oh Harry," she said and pushed her pair back. He stared at her, feeling a wave of guilt pass over him when he saw that she had been crying, "I've been looking through everything but…"
"There's nothing on how to defeat an apparently undefeatable dark lord right? My first reaction wasn't to look in the library mind you, but I did after while. Do you think they'd just keep information like that out somewhere?" he said to her.
"The restricted section?" she suggested.
"I checked there," he replied.
She dropped her quill and looked at the parchment before looking back at him. There was a bit of annoyance and determination in her eyes now. "I can't believe you didn't tell us!"
"Shh…we're in a library, remember? I know your upset with me for keeping this from you but Hermione; I'm begging you to look at it from my point of view. I couldn't accept it myself; I felt that if I would have told you I would have been lying."
She looked at him for a moment before saying, "Do you trust me Harry? Do you trust Ron?"
"I trust both of you with my life. I always have," he replied briskly and honestly.
Hermione looked back at the parchment and nodded.
Her acceptance didn't stop her from giving him the cold shoulder for the next week and a half though.
END FLASHBACK
Harry awoke from his daydream at an angry yell. He, Hermione and Ron all whirled around to see a very angry group of Gryffindors coming towards them. There was Tessa Berry, Halle Morgan, Bradley Mason, Scott Levison, and Shayn Norton…the Gryffindor Quidditch team minus the Weasleys.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked with obvious worry over his team. The Quidditch cup was coming up soon and it was Gryffindor verses Slytherin.
"You're sister's in the hospital wing," Tessa said viciously, "apparently some Slytherin thought they'd put our Seeker out of order. Mind you, that Slytherin turned out to be in worse condition then Ginny did. She's right proud of what happened to the bugger and so am I!"
"Wait, Ginny's in the hospital wing?" Ron asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah, something about shattered leg bones or something along the lines of that," Halle said. In general Halle was the quietest on the team but that didn't really mean much, she had gotten detention for cursing loudly at a Slytherin the previous day in the Great Hall and was proud of it.
Ron took off towards the hospital wing with a quick sprint. Harry and Hermione ran after him and the rest of the team followed them. In what had to be the fastest sprint Harry ever had to do (minus the time he and Hermione were chased by a werewolf) they got to the one place that Harry was sure had a permanent bed for him in record timing.
"Ginny, are you alright?" Hermione asked as she ran over to her friend.
"Yeah," she replied with a wince of pain, "but my leg's broken pretty badly. First Madam Pomfrey has to remove the bones from them, which done the proper way, hurts a lot (she glanced at Harry with amusement, everyone knew she was referring to the time when Lockhart removed his arm bones) and then re-growing them hurts even worse! Madam Pomfrey said that I won't be able to play for next Saturday's match."
Ron groaned angrily and said, "Are you sure?"
"Positive," his little sister replied.
"You know, looking back, I think we should have got a backup Seeker," Shayn said sarcastically.
"But we do have one," Ginny insisted with a grin.
"Who?" everyone asked together. With a grin that strongly reminded Harry of Fred and George she pointed a pale finger at…him…
"Me?" he asked with disbelief, "but I haven't even been on a broom all year."
"So?" she insisted, "you weren't on a broom anytime before in your life and in your first year you flew it like a pro."
"She's right," Ron said. He was looking at Harry as if he had just been given a new broom and a certificate for a lifetime supply of free food.
"I don't think…" Harry started to say.
"Come on Harry," Hermione insisted encouragingly, "you love Quidditch and YOU taught me I couldn't be all work and no play, so don't turn into a hypocrite."
"Please?" Ginny asked him again.
He found himself breaking under her pleading stare and finally said, "Fine, I'll do it!" Hermione (for once) seemed excited that he would be taking part in a Quidditch match, perhaps she believed that he was becoming too…un-harry-ish over the past two years. Ron looked as if his birthday had come early. "Suppose McGonagall will have to approve."
"She'll approve," Bradley said excitedly, "there's no way in hell she wouldn't."
That theory proved to be true. When Ron suggested to McGonagall that Harry take Ginny's place she agreed and spent the next few days practically skipping around the castle because she was that delighted.
Hufflepuff took this as good news but Ravenclaw (the team they were playing) didn't, and Slytherin seemed just as angry. Most of the people from Salem quickly seemed to split up into two groups, most of them going around with red and gold on.
For the next week Harry spent his time with the Gryffindor team training as hard as he possibly could. Thanks to his natural flying talents he was able to do as well as before, after a couple rounds of flying and getting used to his broom again of course.
Harry felt so odd being in his Quidditch uniform again on Saturday as the team sat together. He felt a nervousness in his stomach that strictly reminded him of the morning before his first match ever. He had missed being number 7, Potter.
"There's no pressure Harry," Ron said to him, "but if you mess up I'm going to kill you."
He grinned in reply then quickly turned to face the head table as Flich spit out whatever it was his was drinking and his cat hissed before running away.
Everyone turned towards the doors to see two identical, and very proud looking twins walk through the door. If their tall stature and fire engine hair weren't enough to catch everyone's attention then their bright green dragon skin jackets were.
"Oi! Fred! George!" Ginny called out happily and waved to her older brothers.
"You knew they were coming?" Harry asked her with surprise.
"I invited them, with Dumbledore's permission of course," she replied quickly as they walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"Harry, we heard that you were playing again!" one of them said happily.
"Of course we just had to come and see this," the other continued.
"Just one last time," they finished together.
"Speaking of which," Hermione said, "its time for you guys to go."
They stood up and the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables started to cheer. Harry gave Hermione a quick hug before following the rest of the team out of the Great Hall and towards the Quidditch Pitch one last time.
Harry had forgotten what it felt like to be waiting for the wooden doors to open for them to fly out onto the Quidditch pitch. He felt adrenaline starting to rush in his veins.
"Are you going to give us a big speech like Wood used to Ron?" Harry asked in the hopes that it would make him less nervous.
Ron, who looked like Harry felt, shook his head 'no' quickly before muttering, "You say something, you were on the team longer then I was."
"You're captain," he shot back.
"Well yeah but—"
"No Ron," he said sternly.
There was a pause then Ron just said, "Just kick Ravenclaw's ass!"
The team whooped at Ron's words but everyone's nerves still ran high, especially Harry's. He hadn't played in such a long time but he wasn't worried about that.
This would be THE LAST game he ever COULD play at Hogwarts. There would be no asking to replace an injured Seeker on the Gryffindor team, or laughing with them in the changing rooms.
Images flashed quickly in front of his mind. The first time he had ever flown, his first time meeting Wood, nearly swallowing the snitch in first year, losing the bones in his right arm in his second year, the dementors in his third year, winning the cup in third year, (his stomach clenched tightly) out flying the dragon in the third task in his fourth year, getting ban from quidditch in his fifth year, meeting most of the new team last year, and giving up quidditch at the first of that year.
Suddenly the doors flew open and they heard Dean yell out the names of the two teams. Harry felt all his nerves vanish as he hopped on his broom again and the team followed Ron out into the air.
"WELCOME TO THE LAST MATCH OF THE YEAR BETWEEN GRYFFINDOR AND RAVENCLAW!" Dean's voice boomed out, "unfortunately Ginny Weasley, Gryffindor's seeker, was unable to play in this game but she got a replacement we're all excited to see on the field again! Harry Potter!"
People whopped and clapped. Harry looked around quickly and located Hermione with Kaylee, Neville, the Patil twins and Seamus. He waved at them before quickly flying into the center of the pitch.
"Now remember," Madam Hooch said as she flew into the air, "I want a fair, clean game!" Ron and the Ravenclaw captain shook hands roughly but at least the opposition was friendlier then the Slytherins.
Hooch blew the whistle loudly and the ball flew into the air. Bradley shot forewards quickly and grabbed the Quaffle with ease before streaking off towards the Ravenclaw's goal.
"AND THEY'RE OFF!" Dean yelled with excitement, "Mason has the Quaffle and is heading towards the Ravenclaw's end…he shoots…OH! Nice beater work there from the Ravenclaw beaters! Ravenclaw is in possession of the Quaffel and is heading towards the Gryffindor goals. Come on Ron, stop them! She shoots…she scores! (he groaned angrily) 10-nil to Ravenclaw."
Ron looked ghastly pale after that miss on his part. Harry could clearly see that and he was on the other side of the pitch and after 50 meters higher up then Ron was. His eyes quickly scanned for the snitch, although he wished the match could last forever he knew there was a possibility that they would lose if he didn't get the tiny, golden ball quickly.
Ravenclaw's seeker was tailing him, something Cho had done many times before while they played against each other. He suddenly stopped, staring at a spot just below Harry.
A bludger just missed the side of Harry's head. He saw it streaking back towards him and streaked off quickly. The Ravenclaw seeker must have thought he saw the snitch because he, in a rush of panic, quickly streaked after him.
"40-10 to Ravenclaw (Dean seemed so depressed as he read that score) and the seekers appeared to have seen the golden snitch! COME ON HARRY BEAT HIM TO IT!" Dean yelled then yelped into the microphone when Professor McGonagall pulled on his ear roughly.
Harry looked around just in time to have a bludger miss him again, but this time Scott and Shayn, in an amazing show to confuse the other seeker, ending up knocking the young man off his broom and to the ground.
Back at the Gryffindor end of the field Ron's (who had been doing a good job that year with the Keeper position) ears were a deep burgundy as he let yet another goal get in. He suddenly yelled out to Hooch, "TIME!"
The team gathered around their captain who said, "I can't do this!"
"Come on Ron!" Harry replied, "You're the captain you have to be strong."
"I don't know why I can't save any goals!"
"Look at me Ron," Tessa said quickly. He looked at her and blanched as she punched him in the face, "You'll be fine!"
"I—Harry just catch that damn snitch before they're too far ahead for us to beat," Ron said as Madam Hooch blew the whistle and they were off again.
It was starting to rain now and Harry was thankful for the millionth time that he wore his contacts instead of his glasses. He heard a clap of thunder overhead and a quick flash of lightning.
The strikes of lightning became quicker and the thunder got louder. They had finally managed to score several points but were still behind Ravenclaw. Distantly Harry heard Dean yelling how it was anyone's game and then he saw one thing that made his eyes widen.
The Golden Snitch was mere meters from the ground. He shot straight down towards the ground, not hearing the screams from Hermione, Kaylee and the rest of his friends over the lightning.
As he came close to the snitch he reached out his arm and grabbed it in his palm tightly. As he went to turn up a feeling of sudden terror shot through him as he slipped on his wet broom and slammed awkwardly into the ground. He felt and heard a terrible crunch as right arm broke once again.
Dimly aware of the people cheering he sat up painfully and looked around. After seeing Ron's look of pure joy and hearing Tessa and Halle yell, "WE WON!" he realized what had happened.
Over a particularly loud crash of thunder Harry heard Dean yell, "200-100! Gryffindor wins!"
He looked up as Ron helped him off the ground, avoiding his broken arm. Hermione and Kaylee managed to make their way through the drenched crowd and to their respective boyfriends.
"We need to get you into the hospital wing," Hermione said as she hugged him gently.
Harry hugged her back and nodded, wanting to be rid of his broken arm as soon as possible.
The party in the Gryffindor common room was loud and full of laughter. There were Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and Salem kids. As Ron drank back his Butterbeer he patiently waited for his two friends and his girlfriend to return. Kaylee needed to go and get something from her dorm and Harry and Hermione were in the hospital wing.
"Hello Ronald," Luna said happily as she sat across from him.
"Hello…Luna are you drunk?" he asked with amazement.
"No…and if I am I didn't mean to," she said with a slight slur to her voice.
"What are you drinking?" Ron asked as he grabbed the bottle from her. It was only a simple bottle of butterbeer but he knew there must have been something wrong with it. He took a sip of it an instantly felt lightheaded.
Kaylee hurled herself up the stairs quickly. There was a large smile on her face but at the same time there was a sad look plastered over her grey eyes. She smiled for the fact that Harry was out of the hospital wing, feeling much better, and that there was a huge party in the Gryffindor common rooms, and the sadness in her was caused from the news she had just heard.
"Destiny," she breathed out as she reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
The picture looked at her before saying, "You've been in here an awful lot for not being a Gryffindor."
She simple grinned as the portrait opened and she hopped into the room. She scanned the room of excited Gryffindors (a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws as well) but couldn't spot her boyfriend anywhere.
Kaylee continued to search for Ron but no matter where she looked she couldn't find him. She stopped to talk to some of the celebrating teenagers but always kept a watchful eye out for Ron.
Sighing angrily to herself she ducked to the side of the crowd and, much to her happiness, saw not Ron, but Harry and Hermione sitting not very far away from her.
Quickly moving over to them and cleared her throat with a grin, pulling their attention away from each other and onto her.
"Hey Kaylee," Harry said with a small grin.
"Hey, sorry to bug you but have you two seen Ron? I can't seem to find him anywhere," she asked with a slightly worried tone to her voice.
"The last time I saw he was talking to Dean, Seamus, Luna, Ginny, Lavender and a few other people," Hermione informed her.
"Luna?" Kaylee snapped. Her voice held concern but not for the same reason as before.
"Luna might like Ron, but she's not like that," Harry said with a sigh, "she wouldn't try to make him cheat on you, it's not in her personality."
"Maybe," Black agreed, "I mean I can see how Luna is mild minded, even though she always seems sharp and…well nasty around me."
"Who you talk bout?" Seamus asked as he stumbled over to them.
"Are you drunk Seamus?" Hermione asked with alarm.
"Maybe," he said with a grin before toppling over.
"I was talking about Luna," Kaylee said to Seamus, completely ignoring the fact that he was laying on the floor with a dazed look on his f ace, "have you seen her or Ron?"
"Luna's drunk!" the Irish boy said suddenly with a laugh, "she and Ron went that way!" He pointed to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Kaylee went pale and as Harry and Hermione went to get up she shook her head and said, "No it's ok, I'll go find them. You two stay here." With that she took off out the secret passage way, tears already starting to build up in her eyes for a reason she couldn't explain.
She walked through the corridors silently, listening for anything out of the ordinary. She suddenly heard giggling coming from a room to her left and a wave of nausea passed over her. Reaching a shaking hand forwards she grabbed the doorknob and threw it open.
For the second time in her life Kaylee Black felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest and stomped on by a giant. There, on a desk, was Ron and Luna in a heavy snog sessions.
As if feeling her gaze Ron looked up at her and through his drunkenness he realized he had done something wrong. He looked at Luna and then at Kaylee before saying, "Kay—"
"Don't you—I don't—" Kaylee choked on what to say as tears started falling down her cheeks, "No more Ronald…no." She took off towards the Salem dormitory before she knew get any other incoherent babbles out of her mouth, leaving a stunned Ron and Luna behind.
Harry stood beside Kaylee as she stared at the Salem students getting into their carriages. Her eyes were red from the tears she had been crying over the past two weeks but not anymore, she had no more to cry now that she was finally leaving.
She looked up at her "older brother" and said, "I don't want to leave but at the same time I do…" her eyes trailed to Ron, who was standing at the main doors with Seamus and Dean. He looked away quickly when he saw the two were looking his way.
Harry got a dark look on his face, one that was often seen whenever Ron Weasley entered a room. It was a good thing that Ps and Ws never did their NEWTS together because Harry knew he would have 'accidentally' aimed at the wrong place when doing the shrinking spell.
"I…I'm not mad at him Harry," Kaylee said suddenly, "I mean yeah I am but that's natural, but I don't think you should be mad at him. It's not like I loved him or anything."
"I knew," Harry whispered, "I knew that from the moment you had shown a little bit of interest in Ron that it wasn't love. I knew from the first time I saw you wish Josh that you loved him."
If she could have cried at that point of time she would have. If she could have smiled then, she would have. There were so many things at that one moment that Kaylee Maureen Black wished she could say, wished she could do.
"All Salem students to their carriages!" their Headmaster's voice boomed out.
"Well Harry, I guess this is goodbye," she whispered, "tell Hermione thank you for all the times she helped me study, and tell Ron I don't hate him."
"I will Kay, but you're wrong about one thing, this isn't goodbye, not yet. It's just…see you later," he replied with a small strained grin.
Kaylee laughed and gave him a hug before running over and getting in a carriage.
Harry watched sadly as they started pulling away. Hermione came up to his right side and took his hand. Students all around them waved and yelled farewells to the friends they had made throughout the year as the "horseless" carriages pulled them away.
Harry felt himself falling quickly. He continued to fall until he started praying that it would end soon. As if to an answer for his prayers he tumbled roughly into a large chamber. He stood up and went to dust himself off but saw he had none on him. He looked over and jumped at what he saw. The man beside him squinted his watery eyes as a bright light consumed the two of them. He shielded his eyes with his arm and stared at what was emitting such bright yet attractive light.
It was an orb. It strongly reminded him of the orbs that held prophecies in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic but it was bigger. Plus the fog on the inside of it not only was glowing brightly but it was changing colours too.
Harry knew what it was without thinking. At that moment he knew it was staring at the Orb of Efil and the person who had found it.
Peter approached it slowly and cautiously but as he neared it a warm, fuzzy healing grew in his stomach and he knew he was not in danger in any way. As he walked up to it he noticed there was an open book with blank parchment in it, a quill and a large ink well.
Harry watched over Peter's shoulder as he touched it and jumped as writing appeared on it.
Hello mortal that has stumbled across this room. Who are you?
After thinking for a moment whether to answer it or not he reached over and picked up the quill, dipped it into the ink then wrote while speaking, "My name is Peter Pettigrew."
Hello Peter. You must be wondering who this is your talking to, correct? Well I cannot answer that but I can answer what the orb is, if you'd like to know.
"I would," Peter muttered.
I can tell you on one condition. You must either use it after you know or have your memory erased about it. Do you accept these terms?
After thinking for a minute he said and wrote, "I accept."
Excellent. This orb you see before you Peter Pettigrew is the ancient Orb of Efil. Have you heard about it?
"Yes, my former friend's wife, Lily, read a lot. She told us all legends about the Orb of Efil or the Orb of Life as it is called," he wrote. "She said that it had the powers to bring back one, and only one person from the dead but the person that uses it must give up their life as well."
Harry felt a pain stab through him at the mention of his mother but continued to watch Peter attentively.
Correct. The Orb of Efil, or Life was created to show up in a time when it was needed. This is one of these times. The orb has appeared to bring one person and only one back from the dead. There is no specific person or side it can be used for. Whoever finds it may use it. Do you want to use it Peter Pettigrew?
Peter read the writing over carefully then wrote, "I'm not positive."
Think of someone you would like to bring back. Think of them. Touch the Orb and state whether you chose to use the orb or forget about it.
Peter thought about it and some previous thoughts appeared in his mind. The words 'she deserved it' echoed through his mind.
He placed his dirt covered hand onto the orb and said, "I choose to…"
Choose your destiny carefully.
An odd look passed over Peter's face and he said, "I choose to bring someone back. I choose to repay my debt to Harry Potter."
State the person who you want to bring back.
Peter started to write something when there was another burst of light. He and Harry both shielded their eyes this time and looked over to see what had caused it.
Harry's eyes met a pair of emerald eyes identical to his own before the image faded away.
Harry woke up quickly and looked outside; a terrible feeling was weighing over his chest when he realized who it was he had been looking at in the cave aside from Peter. A sudden confused look passed over his face as he said to himself, "When did Nickleson get green eyes?"
Author's Note
Well it's been ALONG time! I'm not going to write all the reviewers down because…well it's just been too long and all but I swear I'll answer them next chapter.
I've said this a million times before but I've got the story line 100 done now. The last chapter is already done for the most part; I'm just tweaking it here and there.
Thank you for everyone who reads this because I know it doesn't fit with the real story line, it doesn't really make sense and there are too many OCs in it. I realize all this now. LOL I have two other stories in mind as of now, one that is completely AU with a lot of OCs in it and one that fits to the plotline of the sixth book. I'll probably only get around to writing one though.
Well I better go and get a start on chapter 24 if you ever want to get another update. I promise it won't be like 6 months this time!
Krystal Lily Potter