Harry Potter and the Emerald Raindrop

AkashaWinters

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter world. JK Rowling owns the Harry Potterverse anyone who doesn't know that should be exiled to Mars, I make exceptions only for poor penniless people in remote corners of third world countries, who cannot read and don't have the money to buy the overly priced one – thousand paged books. I make no money from my poor attempt at fanfiction. A necklace of raindrops was written by Joan Aiken, I do not own any of the rights etc.

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AN/ This chapter turned out a little different from how I had planned.

Chapter 21

Naming and Shaming

It wasn't until lunch when the trio met up Jacob again that they were once again able to talk freely. After giving a quick explanation to Jay, they made there way back to the great hall for lunch. Talking excitedly over their new discovery.

"What I don't get," put in Ron, "is if this is real, then how come no one ever came across these necklaces?"

They were all very pensive for a moment. "Well…" Harry began, "I guess, people have come across them, they've probably still been passed down, it's just their significance was lost along the way. So people have probably been using them, thinking they're just very expensive well-charmed necklaces."

"Yes!" Hermione cried, "Of course! In Joan Aiken's story, the muggle one, the girl who wears the necklace claps her hands to make it stop raining or blows her nose to make it start and silly things like that the owners, if they're magical that is probably think they're just normal wizarding necklaces, very ancient child's toys. I imagine people haven't realised how powerful they are because they simply didn't think that the necklace were anymore than basic magic tricks!"

"Well then, looks like we've solved it all. Do we go to Dumbledore now?" Ron asked unsure, now that they seemed to have come to the end of their investigation.

"No," Hermione shook her head. "That still doesn't explain why Harry's having visions or what exactly the weapon is, something to do with the necklaces, that much is obvious, but what?"

"And we can't just go up to someone and tell them on the off chance they'll believe us," jay put in wisely. "We'll need some more evidence than a folklore and a couple of dreams, no offence Harry."

"None taken."

So it was agreed that for now they would keep the discovery quite until they came up with more proof of folklore's existence. Jacob and Harry made a quick visit to the camp before the end of lunch, Harry had a lively chat with Megan before checking on Taz, promising to come back that evening for some exercise, it had been a while since they'd had a decent ride.

Afternoon lesson was double flying; this was their only flying lesson a week and had so far been cancelled due to bad weather, so today would be their first lesson of the year. Flying was always a laugh mainly because if you hadn't learnt to fly by second year it was generally acknowledged that you never would and you were given quiet permission to take personal study time instead. However, even Hermione, who was never going to be a natural flyer, had learnt to mount a broom a fly and keep in the air even if she could do little else. So flying lessons were less like lessons and more like relaxed gatherings where Madame Hooch introduced them weird and wonderful on-broom games that they practiced while having laid back discussions about the latest racing broom or Quidditch team.

As the Golden Quarto as, they were now becoming known, arrived at the Westside of the castle grounds, Jacob was starting to look very nervous. Harry frowned and dropped back from Ron and Hermione to talk quietly to Jay.

"You okay Jay? You're not feeling ill are you?" Harry asked concerned for his close friend who was quickly turning a sickly green.

"Um…yer. Maybe I should sit this one out." Jacob replied looking dubiously at the students who were already flying about to get warmed up.

Sensing Jacob discomfort, Harry stopped him and looked at him closely, slightly confused. "Jay, I thought you loved flying!"

Jay gave him a weak smile, "I love Quidditch because Oliver Wood has a really nice ass. I'm terrified of heights. I mean horses are fine, but anything higher..."

"Oh!" Harry felt like a complete idiot, how come he hadn't realised before. "Well, I'm sure it can't be that bad. It's not all that different from riding a horse, you don't have to go high if you don't want to and you can take it really slowly."

"No. Really, Harry. Humans are just not meant to fly, it's completely unnatural and only some barmy wizard would come up with the ridiculous idea of flying on a bit of firewood. No way! You are NOT getting me doing that." Jacob concluded firmly. By this time most of the class had stopped to listen to the argument and Madame Hooch was standing next to them.

"It's alright Mr. Ferox, no-one is going to make you if you really don't want to." Madame Hooch told him gently, although she did look rather disappointed. Several muttered comments reached Harry's ears, unfortunately for Flying they were paired with Slytherin, although they new usually mixed during this lesson unless on Madame Hooch's order. The comments were by no means nice; no one had down right refused before without at least giving it a go. Jay ignored the comments, although he did look decidedly upset when Malfoy made a noise that sounded much like 'wuss' (he had giving up on his pursuit of Malfoy for the moment as he had said he needed an action plan).

"Why don't you and Mr. Potter find something else energetic to do this session? I dare say Mr. Potter has plenty of time to practice flying during Quidditch practices." Madam Hooch suggested kindly.

A smirk appeared on Jacob's face and a gleam appeared in his eyes. "What an excellent idea. Thank you Professor Hooch." He grabbed a surprised Harry by the arm, dragging him away in the director of the camp, the gleam still in his eyes. "I've got an idea he told Harry, a very large grin spreading across his face.

Twenty minutes later Harry and Jacob were riding back towards the camp on the respective horses. As they arrived they pulled to a halt as Harry pulled out his wand to create several large natural fences and logs lying spread around the area below where the Flying lesson was taking place. Next a set of cones appeared spread out in a long line then a small round area, and then finally a long racetrack marked out by white lines with a flag at the near end and a post at the opposite. They then set about warming up.

Jacob practiced slowly cantering over some of the jumps, while Harry practiced doing handstands on Taz's back. This was something Jacob had been teaching Harry for several weeks now, for the purpose of doing 'vaulting' on horse back neither horse had a saddle, instead a thick padded girth wrapped around the horse's waist with two handles on the top and hoops to put legs threw when sitting backwards. While Harry and Jacob were doing this, the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's from the Flying lesson above had dropped down to see what they were up to. Madame Hooch was making no attempt to regain her lesson, as she too was intrigued by the antics of the two boys below.

Finally Harry and Jay pulled up at the starting fence. Jay pulled out of the way, a stop clock appearing in his hand as Harry lined up. "Ready?" he asked Harry, the crowd above waited with baited breath and Harry steadied his horse, leaning forward in anticipation. Harry nodded. "GO!"

Harry and Taz flew towards the first taking a great leap over it as the crowd cheered and booed above. The excitement was electrifying just like flying, only even better as it was not just up to him; it was up to Taz too. But the sure-footed was excellent performing perfectly as he galloped swiftly over the remaining jumped, weaving delicately in and out of the cones the slowing as they entered the area. Taz dropped into a steady rhythmic canter as Harry preformed the agree acrobatics, first turning round, then swinging sideways with his head down near the floor and legs in the sky then pulling himself back on forward to gently lift himself into a rather wobbly handstand. He finally seated him self and they were off! Dodging out of the area Harry reached over t grab the flag before they flew down the racecourse at full tilt and at the last pace, Harry let go of Taz's reins and lent forward to place the flag in the flagpole. "STOP!" he yelled, and both horse and rider pulled up panting heavily to the huge cheers of the Gryffindor's above, even the Slytherins had fallen silent seemingly impressed.

"Six minutes, forty-nine seconds. Not bad." Jay informed him promptly as he passed the stopwatch over and turned to line up with the start. "Now you get to see how the professionals do it." He winked up at the crowd. "Ready!" He called calmly.

"GO!" Jay and horse flew over the jumps at a terrific speed, although not as agile as his own horse, Jacob's made up for it in speed and strength and was round the jumps in no time, which made up for taking the curing cones slightly slower. Above him the cheers began to roll in and Harry realised Jay's plan was working; unsure who they should be cheering for and not wanting to take sides, the Gryffindor's cheers were rather thin and a bit scattered, Slytherin on the other hand, wanting to see Harry beaten and seeing Jay as Harry's opponent were cheering extremely loudly.

Jacob slowed as he entered the area, his horse quickly adopting a steady rhythm with great ease. It was here that the difference was really seen; Jacob, despite being very tall was extremely athletic and agile, much like a gymnast. He completed the moves flawlessly with the effortless balance of someone who had been vaulting from a very early age. His vaulting was almost hypnotic to watch as he made seamless transitions from one move to the next. Suddenly, the slow dance was over and he and horse flew to the racecourse and down in, flag streaming in the wind as he finally deposited it into the flag post, pulling up it far better condition than Harry. He smiled at Jacob; he really did live up to his name; 'Sussuro Ferox', horse whisperer.

As the lesson came to an end and the students returned to the ground, Harry and Jacob were both complimented and thumped on the back, while their horses were fussed over. Harry spied Malfoy approaching and smirked looking away and asking Hermione a question while surreptitiously listening in.

"Nice moves, Ferox." Came the cool compliment from Malfoy junior. Jay let a small smirk appear at the corner of his mouth, testing the waters he let out the statement;

"Yer, but its mostly the horse that does all the work," Jay let forward and gave the muggle beast an affectionate, waiting to see if Malfoy could hit the million dollar answer.

The Slytherins were beginning to sneer at Jay, but Malfoy ignored them, "And a very hansom creature he is too…" Harry smirked, he could almost he the silent 'just like his rider' on the end. The Slytherins feel quiet respecting their 'leader's' decision whilst Jay gave the poor unsuspecting Malfoy his drop-dead-on-the-spot-because-I'm-so-gorgeous smile, which made several of the girls (irrespective of their house) sigh heavily, and Harry was pleased to see Malfoy also seemed to be quite breathless.

"You're welcome to have a go, if you'd like. I'm a very patient teacher, after all, I managed to teach Harry to ride!" Jay joked to which Malfoy smirked.

"I'm not sure Wizard's were meant to ride on the backs of wild animals, I just doesn't seem natural!" Malfoy replied mockingly.

Jay pretended to look hurt. "It's more natural than riding on piles of sticks!" He retorted.

"Well, I guess that's a challenge then!" Malfoy replied, mock formality as though he was defending his pride.

"Seven O'clock, in the camp, blue and green Wagon. I'll give you some proper riding lessons!" Jacob winked before whirling round and cantering off in the direction of the camp. Harry pulled Taz out of the crowd and quickly followed as the students retreated into the Castle.

"You schemer!" Harry accused, as he caught up with Jay, "I think you should have been put in Slytherin not Gryffindor!"

Jay laughed wildly, hair whipping in the wind. "Ah, yes! And now I'm going to have the sex god that is Draco Malfoy all to myself for the rest of the evening!" Harry just laughed in reply his own very long hair coming loose of it's binding and flying along behind him. "What about you Harry? How's your quest with the greasy git going? I presume you stayed the night with him when you said you collapsed in 'Remedial Potions'? We didn't get up to any Hanky Panky did we?" Jay teasing, quickly diving out the way as a fist swung in his direction. They then proceeded to spend the next fifteen minutes having a lively ride playing a sort of two-person game of tag. Both becoming pink-checked with the brisk wind and their eyes alight with laughter.

Unbeknown to the two young men, a pair of onyx eyes watched them from the edge of the lake. The eyes followed the dark-haired boy's every move as he cantered here and there on his playful black horse. The sight of his bright emerald eyes and long whirling hair was intoxicating and his eyes were drawn to the man's body, a loose silk black shirt draped over his toned upper-torso and his long muscled legs were clad in forest green trousers that were a very snug fit leaving no part of his body to the imagination.

Later that evening when Jay didn't particularly want any interruptions, Harry took Megan to seen Grandma Thyme.

"Megan!" She croaked as the young girl careered threw the curtains, "I hope you've bought that hansom man to see me again?" Megan giggled and pulled Harry to her side.

"Hello Cassandra, I'm so sorry it's been so long since I last looked in on you." Harry replied squeezing grandma Thyme's hand as Megan jumped onto the bed. "I found out who 'Laura' is…"

"Ah! I thought that clever young lady friend of yours would find something before long, very extraordinary lady!" Harry grinned at the old Lady, too bad Hermione wasn't here; she'd be blushing madly!

"Well…she actually found something in a muggle story and from the sketchy facts managed to trace it back to an old magical folklore." Harry replayed all that they had found out about Necklaces and North Wind. When he had finished his tale, Grandma Thyme remained quiet for several minutes contemplating this new information.

"Hmmm, yes I had suspected, but of coarse old folklores passed down threw gypsy cans can sometimes become a little unreliable. But this new source of information does make it far more credible, as well as your visions of course…" She trailed of looking into space.

"So…what does it have to do with me? Why am I getting these visions? Why not somebody else?" Harry asked confused.

Grandma thyme smiled at him, that all-knowing smile that was so like Dumbledore's and infuriated him no end. "Well my dear, I believe you are not the only one to be having these visions and the folklore." She replied cryptically.

"Others ARE having visions, then who, how many?" Asked Harry thoroughly confused now.

"Why nine other people, to be precise, if my suspicions are correct." Grandma Thyme replied, a look of understanding started to dawn on Harry's face. Grandma Thyme ignored him and turned to Megan who had given up on the conversation and was playing with the two kittens she'd brought with her. "Megan, why don't you tell Harry about that dream you had about the big garden.

Megan beamed and turned to her adoptive big brother, "Well…I was playing in a really big garden with lots of big tress and palm trees with a princess and it was her birthday, only all the plants were dying and all the grass was dead and everything was really dry. The princess said that if I blew my nose it would start raining and the plants would live again, so I blew my nose and it did!"

Harry suddenly had a flash back to the night Megan's aunt and uncle had been created and the visions he had seen when the magic tendrils had touched him:

A tall man with a long grey cloak and a long grey tree in a Holly tree…A baby wrapped up in a cloth in a white crib…and a garden of dead flowers and plants and a tall palm tree.

Harry replies the flashes he had seen had been to do with the folklore as well; the grey man was the North Wind, the young baby Lauretta or one of her brothers and sisters and the dead garden the same garden Megan had seen, maybe one Lauretta had visited. So Megan was also having visions, did this also make her one of the descendants, but then so too was grandma Thyme, wasn't she having visions too? Harry voiced his questions.

"Yes Harry you are right; both Megan and yourself are the youngest descendants of two of the mage's children. Am quite rightly also a descendant, as are most of the Oldmoore family, however I am not the youngest and therefore the ability passed down from the mage, whatever that may be, will only become apparent threw Megan, the visions for one thing, are one part of this ability." Grandma Thyme explained, yes, thought Harry, this made sense when compared to what Hermione had already told him.

"But you were the youngest descendant once, so did you have powers and visions then?" Harry asked eagerly.

"While my own magical ability may have been heightened at the time, I did not show any possession of unusual power and I had no visions, I suspect this may be because I was simply unaware of my own abilities, although the visions may be specifically being sent or passed on o you and Megan for a reason, for example, there may be need for all the descendant to come together to stop a growing evil, or protect something specific." Grandma Thyme replied seriously, blue eyes boring into Harry.

"So how do we find the other descendants if they were scattered throughout the world?" Harry rubbed his forehead; he was beginning to get a headache.

"Touché"

I did not occur to Harry until much later when he returned to the Gryffindor common room and was retelling the story to Ron and Hermione, (Jacob was still unavailable), that he had not asked about the necklaces.

"Hmmm…that is an interesting question, you don't think you own one Harry?" Hermione asked after some contemplation.

"Nope, maybe Aunt Petunia has it?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"I doubt you mum would have given it to her if she knew the tradition, despite being a girly thing. She or you were probably wearing it when your parents dyed." Hermione replied quietly.

"So…Gringotts vaults then?" Harry asked uncertainly. Hermione nodded.

"Either that or Godric's Hollow," Ron pitched in munching through a sandwich. Hermione gave him a look.

"What? The house was destroyed and they only saved Harry, the necklace could be still be in the ruins." Ron replied.

Hermione had a look of sudden realisation. "Or Dumbledore might have taken it!"

"What why would he do that?" Ron asked confused.

"Think about it!" Hermione hissed frantically, "Harry's the Boy-Who-Lived, he wasn't killed!"

"…And Dumbledore would want to know why!" Harry exclaimed understanding where Hermione was taking this.

"So let me get this right, you think if Harry WAS wearing it, it could have been what stopped the killing curse?" Ron butted in, finished with his sandwich.

"Yes. Dumbledore would have of course come to that very same conclusion when Harry was delivered to him wearing the necklace, his curiosity would probably have got the better of him, he's probably been trying to figure out how it works ever since!" Hermione finished, pleased with herself for this discovery.

"Okay, so say Dumbledore HAS got Harry's necklace, what you going to do, go up to him and ASK him nicely for it?" Ron asked.

"Well…it does belong to Harry." Hermione began. A snort came from behind them. They spun quickly as Jay leaped over the sofa and landed heavily on Harry's lap, which caused a lot of whining from the smaller Black-haired boy, but since he Jacob insisted on staying put, they turned back to their conversation.

"Jay's right," Harry continued, "there's now way Dumbledore's going to GIVE it to me, he'll probably deny its existence."

"You could at least TRY…" Hermione whined.

"No. We'd have to tell him everything and I'd turn into even more of a used weapon than before. I don't trust Dumbledore at the moment, I'd rather continue this by ourselves for now." Harry crossed his arms and slumped back.

"We could always…"

"NO Ron! We are not STEALING it!" Hermione cut in before Ron could finish his sentence. "We'll just have to wait for opportunities to arise or further information." Hermione finished strongly, stopping all further conversation on the subject.

"So…anyone wanna know how my evening went?" Jay grinned broadly.

"Not really no," Harry replied trying in vane to push the man off his lap. "you can keep Malfoy all to yourself."

"EWWW! You're REALLY going after Malfoy? I thought that was a joke!" Ron replied a look of repulsion on his face.

"Oh Ron!" He received a whack from Hermione.

"Not 'going'…'gone'…Mr. Draco Malfoy is now MY person sex slave!" Jay replied with a wink.

"I REALLY don't want to know!" Ron Replied putting his hands over his ears, Hermione looked amused.

"Is he any good?" Harry asked grinning.

"HARRY!" Ron yelled.

"A GOD, simple a God!" Jay replied dreamily. Then he seamed thoughtful, "Standard army issue, maybe a tad on the large size!" The grin widened.

"OH MY GOD! WILL YOU TWO STOP IT!" Hermione and Harry were laughing out right now.

"But please keep it shtum, I'm not sure if he wants this to be a public thing or not, I mean he IS a Slytherin and I AM a Gryffindor." Jacob put in seriously.

"Relax, we won't say anything!" Harry replied. "You going back to the wagon for the night?" Harry asked with a wink.

"Yer, that okay?" Jay asked concerned, after all it was Harry's wagon too.

Harry waved it off, "That's fine it's not like I stay there anytime except for weekends now. I'd better go now, I've got Occulemency now."

Jay grinned. Harry gave him a filthy look; things with Snape hadn't been going too well the last couple of weeks, he was being nicer, yes…but well, Harry was too chicken to do anything other than drool. Some were lucky!

Chapter 22…Broomsticks and Cauldrons, Hogwarts prepares for its first Quidditch match of the season, Snape finds a potion for Harry, while Harry has to make a hard decision.

Special thanks got to:

Lady Foxy Roxy – thanx for the Cookies!

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hittocerebattosai – I though Hermione talking in class would be a funny touch!

Guinn Pern – I have big plans for the necklace theme…but that won't be till later.

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Skatherine – Bere with me, the first couple of chapters a very background reading. Sorry about the punctuation, looking for a Beta.

Lady Lily3- Thanks for reviewing yet again!

Sh'arra Rie – No Harry will not be able to concur the world without thought, it will take a LOT of effort with a lot of help from other people to get rid of Voldemort! As I said, I will not be going into detail about Harry's unfortunate experience with Lockhart, you will have to look elsewhere if that's the sort of story you would like to read. However, I will hopefully clear up any confusion over the situation later and will explain a little better when Lockhart is taken to court.