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Harry Potter and theBlood Code
What was to be Harry Potter's seventh year at Hogwarts, did not hold the same anticipation with baited breath that it had in the past. Albus Dumbledore,his long time mentor and friend ,was dead... Murdered,right before his very eyes.
Dumbledore had been by many accounts a wise man of excellent moral character,but to say the least,he made for a poor judge-of-character when it came to trusting Professor Snape,one of Hogwarts's former teachers. His trust in Snape had been unwavering,so sure of it infact that he did not heed other people's warnings about Snape, then to be killed by such a venomous man... a Death Eater no-less. Harry shook his head in utter disbelief. How could Dumbledore have been right when it came to the good hearted Hagrid,to place his trust in him and stand by him, and yet be so wrong when it came to Snape,what must Snape have said ,or done to prove his so called loyalty to Dumbledore,Harry would never know,for the truth had died with Albus Dumbledore.
Harry ran his hand roughly trough his mop of black hair,tousling it into a frenzy, his eyes brimmed with tears ,"Stupid,old Fool," he stared out his bedroom window hoping for any hidden sign that reminded him of the magical world he had left behind, in what felt so long ago,"Why didn't he listen to me,... ?"
Harry fought back the tears that even now threatened to overflow as they stung his eyes and blurred his vision,...not enough so that he wasn't aware of what happened next. Harry's School trunk, which had been carelessly discarded in the corner,the very way Harry had left it upon his returning from his previous school year, now began to bump up and down, thumping methodicaly on the floor,its pattern resembling that of Morse Code for S.O.S...a distress call for help, 'Save Our Souls'!
In a moment Harry had his wand at the ready,one of his few posessions he did not wish to hide away in the trunk. Whatever was lurking in the trunk would have a nasty surprise waiting for it when it came out. Harry suspected it might be a Bogart that had followed him home,then lie dormant until now,but somehow the idea seemed a bit ubsured. Harry took comfort in at least having an idea what could be in the trunk,but the truth was,he didn't know and that left him vulnerable, unprepared in a Muggle world where his magic was on restrictions,even in defense.
The trunk began to illuminate, its ceaseless thumping reverberating throughout the room. Harry didn't have to worry about his Aunt and Uncle complaining about the ruckus,not even his fat,spoiled cousin would be able to interlude on the strange nature of this trunk, they were all out having supper to which Harrry was not invited,despite the fact it was his Birthday. All he would have to mark this day of birth,was the cold scraps of his relatives' meals, a few thoughtful trinkets and candies from his friends Ron and Harmoine and a cursed trunk!
The trunk was nearly bursting at the seams when it's lid was thrown back and a book flew out and went straight towards Harry's head,stopped dead, then fell to the floor. Everything went silent,the trunk had stopped its tribal dance for now. Harry was bewildered as he stared down at book before him,wide eyed and amazed. The book was bound in an weathered, old, brown, dragon hide with gold leaf edging. The cover was a mass of ancient symbols that continued to swirl and rearrange themselves,with the exception being to pyramid with the 'all knowing eye' gazing outwardly.
A cold wind seemed to blow out of nowhere and yet every where,papers flying about the room as though possesed by an unseen force. The blustry wind blew the book open, flipping the pages back and forth,every page seemingly blank,finaly it opened to one page and stopped just as the wind died down. Harry had rememberd the last time he had seen a book with blank pages,it had held a part of the evil spirit of Tom Riddle - Lord Voldemort,it had been a diary to preserve his sixteen year old self in a gateway which allowed him to access to reak havoc once more and it had almost cost the life of Ron's sister Ginny Weasley.
Harry, determined to never such a thing to happen again,prepared to do a banishing spell he remembered Ron talking about in their third year,who, had thought it would be funny to use on Mrs. Norris,caretaker Filch's cat. The tip of his wand began to spark as he spoke the ancient words," Vamoosa Disapparo..." a surge of energy, a current shot from the wand's tip and blasted the book,...but never even made a mark! the book was indistructable,perhaps it had a charm protecting it. Several spells later,consulting every text in his trunk, Harry gave up and sat on the floor infront of the book, despite his nagging conscience,Harry picked up a quill and dipped it in an ink well. Harry knew no good could come of this,but was beyond caring by this point and began to carefully write,"I am Harry Potter". The ink disappeared into the page.
A brief pause and the book's reply seeped up through the page,in a blazing,emerald green ink, "Good evening Mr.Potter,it has seemed like such a long time since I have spoke to you last..."
Harry dipped his quill again and wrote the question he already dreaded the answer to,but knew what it would say - 'Lord Voldemort',"Who are you?"
The ink bled in to the pages,the response came much quicker this time. Reading the name before him,Harry abruptly pushed himself back away from the book,stunned, "...Has it been that long Harry," the book seemed to almost chuckle at him, "...this, is Albus Dumbledore".