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Chapter 3 Section 1: Written by xThornx
Hagrids detentions had been...boring to say the least. Trips through the Forbidden Forest held nothing for him any more. None of these so called dangerous creatures scared him anymore. His half giant friend had given him one thoughtful stare and hadn't spoken him except for short and curt instructions as to what he was supposed to be doing.
His nightmares had been becoming more real...Most of the time he saw a tall Dark Wizard...The man was so powerful, with dark blazing eyes that commanded power and fear. Harry envied him...with all his soul he burned with desire for that power. To right those who had done him wrong. He would make them pay.
He wanted that knowledge. He had to know how to get that power and he knew of only one place where he could freely access the information.
It was time for another of his secret trips to Black Manor.
And a head full of read hair saw him do it.
Hurrying into the Library and casting powerful locking charms on the door and flew to the shelves searching for a book that would satisfy his lust for unmerciful power. And after much searching he did find one. A book that would feed his desire with the creativity and power that he longed for.
"Spell Creation:Constructing the Destructive Arts"
Fingering the book with care, he flipped to the opening passage.
"Constructing the the Destructive Arts is not for the weak of mind or heart. Spell variation relies heavily upon wand movement and pronunciation(whether it's in your head or not). Each slight flick or minute mumble affects a spells properties. With the knowledge this book hords, you can become truly great or terribly horrible. This author wishes you luck."
Harry grinned and dove into the book with gusto. With obsessive concentration he flew through several pages, making notes and sketches as he went.
Satisfied with his work he decided to attempt a earthquake hex he had theorized on the paper next to him. Going through the complex wand movements and a shouted spell he gained...nothing happend.
'Maybe I should start with something a little smaller...'Harry thought, chagrinned.
His ambition was curbed however when he heard the shouting of an angry red head at the base of the stairs. He sighed annoyedly when he heard Mrs.Black screaming her two bits...
Though suprisingly he found himself agreeing with her. Where did the blood traitor get off thinking he could interrupt his training?
"Harry!" Ron shouted "You damn well better have an explanation for yourself!"
Harry knew he was referring to Hermione...He supposed he was the only one that actually got a kick sending the know it all flying down the boys dorms and into the common room. Oh well.
Thinking back to his tempermental intruder, he rolled his eyes. He could just tell him the house to expell Ron, or make up some BS excuse about a dream from Voldemort.
But suddenly a crueller idea struck him, and from where he didn't quite know...but he liked it.
He opened the door magically and stood imposingly in the door way.
"Or what Ron? Or what?"
The Weasley could only stare with mouth agape at the imposing figure that stood above him...
When had Harry gotten so frightening?
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Chapter 3 Section 2: Written by Forfie
"I…I'll…," stuttered Ron, "Harry, what has gotten into you, mate? Hermione is our friend…and…you can't do that to friends! Would you do something like that to me? Would you Harry?"
Yes, thought Harry truthfully, but the words that came out of his mouth were different, "no, Ron…it wasn't that…I didn't mean to hurt…"
"Didn't mean to hurt!" raged the red head, "are you touched in the head?"
Harry tilted his head to let his hair fall to the side a bit showing his lighting bolt shaped scar. Ron gulped and turned beet red, "um…forget I said anything…but…um…seriously, mate…why Hermione?"
"Ron, get over it," said Harry, "she wasn't hurt," unfortunately.
"But…," the red head trying to push the issue.
"Ron…if you love her so much, marry her," said Harry snidely, Ron spluttered, his cheeks and neck turning red in embarrassment and indignation.
"I…I…don't like Hermione…like THAT," shouted Ron, "she's a friend. A know-it-all for certain, but a friend."
"You forgot bushy haired," said Harry as he was collecting his tomes, specifically Spell Creation: Constructing the Destructive Arts wedged between two thick tomes, hoping his thick headed friend wouldn't notice.
"And annoying," continued Ron.
"Ron, I'm going to go back," said Harry, "but please…you didn't see me here…"
"What do you mean Harry?" said Ron…then realizing that it was the Black Library which housed many tomes or the Dark and Perverse Arts put two and two together, "Harry you know that you shouldn'…."
Bloody hell, thought Harry, maybe a memory charm would work…but you've never done one, Potter…got to start somewhere, eh? "Ron…" sighed Harry as the red head fumbled for his wand.
Ron looked up to a wand in his face and his friend saying "Obliviate!"
After a few practice tries, Harry thought he got the charm down to a workable but weak spell. Thinking it about time to leave, having been away from the castle so long, Harry laid the cumbersome burden of his friend on the hallway floor. He took the troll foot umbrella stand and placed it next to him, tipped over and contents spilling out. He shook started to shake Ron and took his wand out whispering, "enervate,".
The red head groggily opened his eyes and then stood straight up, tripping over the troll foot umbrella stand and falling face forwards. He stood up again, rubbing his jaw and head with both hands.
"What…happened?" Ron asked.
"You were storming up to confront me about something and tripped over the umbrella stand," said Harry coolly, "and did a right job of falling and hitting your head on the door knob. You just did it again as well."
Ron looked at the mess of an umbrella stand and kicked against the wall, "right job I did to myself, eh? What was I going to say?"
"I don't know mate," replied Harry as he started to walk down the stairs, "but I have to get back, you know, training with Dumbledore and all."
"Right, Dumbledore," said Ron groggily, "see…um…see you later, Harry."
"See you, Ron," said the raven haired boy as he walked away.
When Harry got back to the castle, there was a note on his bed from Dumbledore.
Dear Harry,
Please meet me on the school grounds when you have time.
Sincerely,
Kooky Old Crooked Nose Codger
(A.K.A. Albus Dumbledore)
Harry smiled slightly at the signature, which quickly turned to a frown. How could he know what I think of him, he thought as he crumbled up the parchment into a little ball. He stopped mid throw when it made sense, he's been using legilimency with out me knowing. Isn't that illegal? I need to look into occlumency more…damn it Dumbledore…
As Harry walked through the courtyard to the grounds, he repeated to himself, do not look him in the eyes, pretend he is a basilisk, do not look him in the eyes… like his own personal mantra. He looked for Dumbledore, a character normally easy to find due to his odd dress and near 6 foot 3 inch height, which was only topped by Hagrid's own half-giant height. However, a Dumbledore wearing tan Bermuda shorts, a navy blue polo shirt, straw hat with socks and sandals and dab of lotion on his long crooked nose sitting on a two person bike in an empty field stands out worse than a bald man wearing a toupee.
Dumbledore, sitting in the front half of the two person bicycle patted the back seat, "please, take a seat, Harry. The journey will be much easier with your legs added."
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Chapter 3 Section 3: Written by Chuck Da Truck
Dumbledore smiled brightly at Harry as Harry pedalled up the hill. The headmaster took a deep breath in through his nose and seemed to savor the scent coming from the woods around the Hogwarts grounds. Meanwhile, Harry's lungs burned. It felt like his chest was on fire. His head pounded and throbbed as his breath came in ragged gasps. Vaguely, as if from a dream, he heard the Headmaster yammering about appreciating the world and being happy with your place in it. At least Harry thought thats what he said. Truthfully, Harry couldn't really hear over his own desperate panting for oxygen; Dumbledore could have been talking about "cheese being grated" and Harry wouldn't have known.
Then Dumbledore pulled out his wand and easily stopped the bike. For a moment, Harry fought against it, willing his body to propel the bike forward and overcome the Headmaster's magic, to prove something to him. Albus, for his part, seemed to find this very amusing and his eyes sparkled with mirth as he watched Harry struggle. Harry seemed to realize what was happening and quickly gave up the attempt to move the bike forward as he realized how foolish he must appear.
Albus hopped smoothly off the now stationary bicycle and declared, "Now that we have arrived let's get settled in and have a spot of afternoon tea, shall we?" as he carelessly waved his wand and conjured to lavish armchairs. Another, swish, and Albus was wearing Tangerin orange robes covered in dancing fruit. Harry frowned at the peculiar old man, displeased by his nonchalant attitude. Albus grinned like a child, apparently quite pleased by himself and his fantastic robes. As they both sat down Albus looked up at Harry and offered him a lemon drop which Harry refused. Harry watched as Albus very deliberately extracted one and placed it between his dried, cracked lips. For a moment, Harry was struck by the impulse to literally yank those lips off with his bare hands. He was brought out of these gruesome thoughts as Albus vanished the lemon drop wrapper with a snap of his fingers.
Harry looked up at Albus's stern face. His eyes peered over his half-moon spectacles like shards of cold, blue steel. Suddenly, Harry remembered how powerful and dangerous Albus Dumbledore could be behind his genial mask. He may have been able to get lucky against the Headmaster once, but he now realized that this event would never happen again simply because Albus would never fully let his guard down around Harry again. With a jolt, Harry realized he had been looking at Dumbledore's face for almost a full 5 seconds! He had no idea if that was enough time for Dumbledore to discover a lot of his plans or none at all. Panic blossomed in his chest and his heart began racing again in a way that had nothing to with the bicycle he had ridden for the better part of an hour. Quickly, Harry looked away and began to intensely study a bush that lay at Dumbledore's left.
Albus sighed wearily. Things were not going to plan at all for him. And some parts of the boy's mind were shielded against Legilimency. Not all, but certain bits were hidden. Albus was sure the Dark Lord was behind it. If it was Harry, all parts would have been hidden. As it was, Albus couldn't help but be impressed by the Dark Lord's skill. It is no easy feat to build even a small shield in another's mind, even with a mental link. He needed Harry to tell him what was behind those walls! However, most thoughts were still able to be picked up and certain memories still could be accessed. Albus knew enough and he felt his face harden as he learned what Harry did to Ron Weasley. While he had let Harry explore the Dark Arts, he never expected him to use it on another person. The Headmaster assumed it was a phase; something that would eventually work itself out. He could see now he was mistaken; steps would need to be taken to rein Mr. Potter in. Quickly, Albus made calculations deciding how much to reveal to Harry to instill fear in him and how much to keep a few aces and sources up his sleeve. He also had to quickly decide on a tactic.
Clearing his throat, Albus said, "Mr. Potter, I know our relationship has been strained, but some of your actions have been extraordinarily inappropriate and have caused me concern. Phineas Nigellus just reported to me this very morning that you obliviated Ron Weasley in the library of his ancestral home," Albus leaned forward and added, "Repeatedly." Harry's mouth hung open. He had no idea what to say. Albus, though, seemed to pick up on this and just seemed to steam-roll forward. The wizened mage seemed to lean in again as his face softened. He spoke in kindler gentler tones as he whispered, "Harry, I know Voldemort has been tampering with your mind again. Let me help you, Harry."
Harry's head buzzed with questions. Was this possible? Could it be happening again? Should he go back to the Headmaster, a beloved, knowledgeable, and powerful wizard? No. The voice came from the back of his mind, quiet but resolute. "He has betrayed us," it whispered, "He manipulates and lies. He can no longer be trusted."
"Why should I trust you," Harry barked. The question came out much more accusatory than he intended, yet somehow it just felt right. Albus sighed and gazed at Harry beseechingly. "Harry," he whispered, "for the past 17 years I've had two concerns. Ensuring the future of the wizarding world, and your welfare. It is just an unfortunate circumstance of fate that right now the two appear to be in conflict. Believe me, Harry. Now is not the time for us to butt heads." Harry shifted and stared uneasily at the Headmaster. Suddenly, Harry had a thought. "How do you know Voldemort is in my head," Harry asked. Afterall, he had seen no evidence so far. Albus sighed and demured, "There are certain secrets I can not tell you, Harry."
A red fury washed over emerald-eyed teenager. "More Secrets, DUMBLEDORE!" he bellowed. Albus stood up with lightning quickness, fire blazing in his eyes. "Harry, there are certain things you are not capable of understanding right now," Albus stated calmly as his right hand clutched his wand. Harry knew he couldn't beat Dumbledore, not here and not like this. Instead he turned heel and began to march away. Albus shouted at him, "Harry, where are you going? These woods are vast and you do not know the way."
"I'll find it," he snarled in response. Albus seemed to quiet for a second before he seemed to nod his head in acceptance. Quickly, he pulled out a thin silver chain and cast his wand over it, generating a brief blue glow. He tossed it to Harry and said, "That is a portkey. It will take you back to my office. The password is 'Bungalow.'" Harry nodded tersely and stomped off into the woods. As soon as he was far enough in, he took the chain and flung it into the forest and continued on his trek.
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Chapter 3 Section 4: Written by Die Ginny Die
Harry walked further and further into the woods. His feet were starting to ache and his stomach was beginning to turn traitor to his wishes. But, no matter how hungry he became, he would not eat any of the fruit from the forest. Who knows what they might do to him? It was times like these Harry regretted not paying attention in Herbology.
There was a sudden rustling in the woods to his left and a skinny black winged horse came out.
'A thestral' thought Harry. He walked up to it slowly, not wanting to frighten it.
The thestral reared back and showed two rows of pointy teeth.
"Whoa there boy, calm down. I'm not here to hurt you."
It seemed like it worked. The thestral slowly walked toward him, pale eyes seemingly locked on him. Harry reached out his hand as you would for a dog, signaling for it to come to you. Just as it was about to touch his outstretched hand a beam of green light whizzed past him. His wand was in his hand fast as lightning.
"Who are you!" Came the voice of an Auror.
"Harry Potter!"
A broad shouldered man stepped out of the brush, wand held high.
"What are you doing out here kid?" He said, paying more attention to the thestral that was behind Harry then who he was speaking to.
"What are you doing here? And more importantly, why did you just try to kill me!"
"I wasn't, it was that thing behind you that I was trying to kill."
"And you followed it this far into the woods? What has it done?"
"Haven't you heard? the Minister declared thestrals a bad omen and has ordered their extinction. Personally, I think he's just trying to cover up the fact that every thing's peaceful at the moment, trying to keep everyone on their toes. Don't know what he thinks is going to happen though. With the Dark Lord gone (here he stopped to pat Harry on the shoulder in a "good job" kind of way) the wizarding world doesn't know what to do with itself. Every potential threat is obsessed over by the public and the Minister won't let them rest. But orders are orders, I'm gonna need you to step aside."
Harry turned around and looked at the frightened thestral, then looked back at the Auror. Harry made a split-second decision, before the wannabe exterminator could react he threw a light stunner at him. Knowing he would stay unconscious only a little longer he once again turned to the shocked thestral and asked- "can you take me to the castle at the edge of the forest?"
The thestral seemed to nod the affirmative.
Harry hopped on the thestrals back and held on tight as they took off.
It took about half of an hour before Hogwarts came into view. Harry sighed with relief, but stopped as he saw the dust and smoke coming from the east side of the castle.
Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
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Chapter 3 Section 5: Written by Lutris Argutiae
As Harry approached Hogwarts grounds, he heard several explosions coming from the east side of the castle, and he saw debris and fire erupting from the ancient building.
The full extent of the immediate blast damage was apparent, in the form of a half-destroyed East Tower. Harry pulled his wand out, and managed a quick Disillusionment Charm on himself; after a moment's hesitation, he cast another on the flying equine.
Getting closer, Harry could see that the stone walls were burning a heavy mass of black Wizard's Fire, and the inside of the building was bare to attack. Students were running around, screaming in terror, and getting cut down by the rubble and flames.
He directed the thestral to fly closer to the chaotic scene with a nudge of his feet, and noticed several congregations of black specks on broomsticks, pointing wands at various locations around the campus.
Death Eaters.
There had to be at least two hundred; he could see ten companies of what looked to be twenty heads each, and presumably more swarming around in the castle.
The shadows started to rain down a wave of bright neon green at the survivors, making them crumple and fall; many of them out and off of the ramparts of the blown-open castle walls. One, two, three; after that, Harry lost count of the students in pain at recognizing some faces even at a distance.
Harry gritted his teeth at the servants of Voldemort, and an intense fury filled him, consuming his being.
With a mighty roar, he pushed the thestral's speed to its limits towards the castle. In a matter of seconds, they collided into the nearest group of black robes, and the beast let out an unearthly screech as its hooves seemed to melt away (at least to Harry). Twisted and sickly claws sprouted in their place, and the thestral, still releasing the hellish cry, latched onto a Death Eater, and pulled him from his broom.
Harry could see that the thestral's face, if it could be called that, had shifted its form as well, now more predatory and reptilian than it had previously appeared. It's eyes were a dead-looking pale blue, and they seemed to shine in an unnatural light. It's snout had changed from that of a horse into that resembling a cross between a crocodile's and a ram's, with horns protruding frm the side of its head, and long fangs erupting haphazardly from its maw.
Oh yes, bad omen indeed. No wonder wizards had said it was bad luck to gaze upon a thestral.
The other Death Eaters scarcely had time to blink when a writhing and steaming mass of torn, mangled wizard-flesh came flying back their way. Many of the company screamed, not knowing what sudden demon had attacked them.
Harry, realizing that fighting on the thestral's back was only hindering the creature, muttered a Summoning Charm, and the dead wizard's broom came flying toward him. He jumped off of the thestral, and catching the broom mid-fall, mounted it, and shot up towards small contingent of wizards; a dark arts curse ready to be launched from his wand, which was pointed directly towards the enemy.
Remembering that the Dark Arts were further energized by emotions, Harry drew upon his fury and hatred for the Death Eaters, and Voldemort, and yelled out the Life Destruction Curse.
"DESTRUCTUM MORTIFERUS!".
The resulting spell that shot out of the holly stick was seen as a huge jet of black lightning more than a foot in diameter, and spreading like wildfire through the men-soon-to-be-carcasses. Ten wizards were immediately sapped of their life-force, and their charred remains disintegrated as they fell off of their brooms to the ground, several hundred feet below.
The thestral screeched once again, and it tore through the bodies of the remaining Death Eaters like paper, mangling the bodies so that they looked more like minced meat than anything.
Harry turned his attention to the other groups of Death Eaters, who were sending curses out towards the building, in hopes to massacre students.
His scar pulsed with a dark energy, and it darkened to a pitch black. The hair immediately over the lightning bolt crackled into ash, and the scar gleamed a sickly, rich yellow.
Harry let out a sinister laugh, and cried out into the sky, addressing the Death Eaters.
"Death Eaters! Your time has come! Come to Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, and meet your end!"
Strangely enough, all of the Dark Lord's servants heard the summons loudly and clearly, although no Sonorus Charm was ever cast.