Reposted on 11/8/05
THE NEW ORDER
By
Padfootjr24
Chapter Five: Prophecies and Prisons
Five days had passed since Harry had shown the new prophecy to Dumbledore and the old Headmaster was still at a loss for the meaning of some of the more mysterious lines. 'With the love and aid of the 'Brides' he shall emerge victorious'. He thought to himself for what felt like countless times. He was positive he had heard a reference similar to this before but the knowledge seemed to be just out of his reach. However another key part, he had his own theory.
"You could help, you know?" He stated in annoyance as he looked up to the portraits of the previous Headmasters hanging on the walls of his office.
"Sorry old boy, but you know as much as we do that we weren't very good scholars even when we were alive." Came the amused voice of Amanda Prewitt who held the office some three hundred years ago. "Come to think of it, you are probably the first Headmaster that actually deserved the position." Albus simply grunted while laughter echoed through the room but it was suddenly silenced as the door opened to allow Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini and Nymphadora Tonks to enter.
"Ah, come in, come in. Sorry Ms. Tonks but can you wait outside for a moment. Thank you." Dumbledore asked cheerfully as they entered. Tonks looked extremely curious but simply nodded and did as asked while Harry and Blaise took the seats offered to them while looking confused as to why their research was interrupted. "Now Blaise, Harry has informed me that you originally discovered the text of this new prophecy, correct?" He asked seriously. All signs cheerfulness fled his voice, to be replaced with a cold determination. The change was so sudden that it almost startled the two students.
"Yes sir." She answered simply, confused at what this had to do with anything.
"I would like your opinion on its contents. As we are the only three who know of its existence I would like to cover all the bases and your analytical mind can be most helpful." It took Blaise a moment to get over the shock of the most powerful wizard in the world asking her for help but she quickly composed herself enough to respond. But when she got started she could put even Hermione to shame.
"Well sir while some parts are unclear to me and others downright confusing, after reading it over several times I could only conclude that it was about Potter and the Dark Lord!"
"And why is that?" The Headmaster asked inquisitively.
"Well claiming that the 'mark of the storm' will be the 'lion's banner' was a big clue given Potter's scar, which he received from the 'heir of the snake'. Also in the magical world we know that there is a fate, or at least a driving force behind everything. And it seems that it is not without a sense of irony." She stated with a smirk while the two males in the room looked on in confusion.
"Maybe I'm missing something but I have no idea what you just said." Harry said in annoyance while Dumbledore simply blinked in confusion.
"Everyone knows of the powers of a true seer. They go into deep trances and begin prophesizing but have no clue as to what happened when they wake up. In which case what good would a gift like that do, what purpose would it serve if no one was around to hear it. Every branch of magic out there has a logical use for either good or evil. What is the logical use of seeing if you can't communicate what you saw? So it stands to reason that whatever it is that powers this gift and controls when a seer goes into a trance, it is also controlling something else. A way for the information to get to where it needs to go. Namely to the ones that need to hear the specific prophecy. In this case, Slytherin heard the prophecy and recorded it in parseltongue and hid it in the Chamber of Secrets with a warning to his heir. He put it in the one place he felt it would be safe and that only his heir could get to. Voldemort found his way down there but so did Potter. They are both parselmouths and quite capable of getting the information."
"But that doesn't mean anything. You're a parselmouth as well and you found the bloody thing, how does that come out of what you said?" Harry asked in exasperation. He had no clue what the girl was going on about but Dumbledore had a pensive look about him.
"You're forgetting Potter, I may have found it but I showed it to you. There may have been a go between but YOU still got the information. Also, look at the rest of the evidence. Voldemort, Slytherin's heir, has been hunting you relentlessly since before you were born. He personally murdered some of the most powerful wizards and witches in the world only to be stopped by a one year old infant. A confrontation that left you that scar. Now that Voldemort is back and once again pursuing you and being an all round bad guy, many people, believe it or not will look to you to lead them, not Dumbledore, you. Why, because you were able to do what even he could not! The line 'the mark of the storm shall be his banner' does not simply refer to the scar you carry. The term 'banner' insinuates that you will be a strong leader in this fight. Also you are probably Gryffindor's heir." She added as an after thought as if she were stating something trivial.
"WHAT?" Both Harry and Dumbledore yelled at once. "What left field did that come from? There is nothing in there that implies anything of the sort." Harry continued adamantly while the Headmaster nodded his agreement. While it was a possibility it was a very small one but the way Blaise said it, it sounded as though it were almost guaranteed.
"Gryffindors." Blaise muttered to herself. "Simply look at history. Professor, what did Gryffindor do the night that he drove Slytherin back and prevented him from taking the school?" She asked the older man as if he were a child taking a test. He did not take insult to this but thought hard for several minutes before his eyes shot wide open.
"He vowed on his very magic that he and his descendents would always guard against Slytherin and his descendents." He answered in a monotone voice as if he were reciting a textbook. Blaise on the other hand looked triumphant.
"Exactly, his vow was more powerful than any magically binding contract, his children and his children's children would have no choice but to fulfill that vow. It is ingrained in their very being. Even if they wanted to get out of it they couldn't, but none of them ever tried to my knowledge. It will also explain why Voldemort could not kill you."
"Once again, what does that prove? It is pure speculation. The fact that Voldemort's curse rebounded on him is a fluke, luck, plain and simple." Harry almost screamed. He clearly did not like being the subject of some history debate. Thankfully Dumbledore caught on and continued.
"No Harry. Blaise's theory explains a great deal. Because of Godric's vow he unintentionally bound both lines. The battles between these lines are legendary. Some were minor skirmishes others were great confrontations that encompassed a great many lands. They all ended with one killing the other. Thankfully of the handful of times Gryffindor's heirs were killed they still managed to take Slytherin's with them. There has not been a fight of that kind in over four centuries when both lines vanished into obscurity." Dumbledore paused for a moment as he got his thoughts in order before continuing.
"The possible reason that Voldemort's spell rebounded could also come from this bond. While he was drawn to you because of the first prophecy Gryffindor's vow protected you because the magic would not allow the last of the line to be killed before you were able to continue this fight. So while you were growing up and later learning magic Voldemort was forced onto the sidelines while you grew. It would explain a great many things but we must find out for sure if you are indeed descended from Godric Gryffindor." Harry had tuned the Headmaster out after he had explained the rebounding of the curse.
Harry thought back to his first year when he was told that he was saved because his mother had died for him. That her sacrifice and love had protected him. For an orphan who had never known his parents that meant a great deal to him. Longing for what he had never and could never know, such as a parents love, often left him feeling weak and vulnerable when he lays awake at night wishing for any life but his own. His very life was proof that his parents had loved him very much and that had comforted him in those long nights. But now that guarantee was gone to be replaced by a much more cold and insignificant explanation.
Now that he thought about it, it seemed like wishful thinking. How many children have been killed by that very curse right after their parents? He guessed he never really thought about it, not wanting to put any doubt on how he survived. He was a little ashamed to admit that he wanted to believe that his parents loved him much more than all of those others did and that was why Voldemort was beaten.
He sat for quite some time pondering Blaise's theories and their implications. He believed one hundred percent that he was the one referred to as the lion and he was even willing to go with the young Slytherins strange theory that fate seemed to want him and Voldemort to find this prophecy. But the thought of him as the heir of Gryffindor was absolutely ludicrous. Just because the heir of Slytherin had it in for him didn't automatically qualify him as wizarding nobility. He was after many people. Not to mention the idea seemed to be too much of a headache. Being his heir doesn't help him in any way so why the fuss. He was already expected to kill Voldemort even by those that did not know either prophecy. With a deep sigh he turned his attention back to the other occupants of the office to see them pouring over centuries old documents trying to find a place to start in their genealogical search of Harry's ancestors.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked in confusion as the two seemed to be in their element when it came to research. And it greatly disturbed him that he was their topic.
"Looking for a place to start our search. Haven't you been paying attention Potter? Bloodlines can be tricky business, especially going this far back." Blaise answered in annoyance before lowering her head once again.
"Why don't you simply ask?" Dumbledore looked up in confusion while Blaise looked annoyed.
"Potter, are you or are you not a descendant of Godric Gryffindor?" She asked sarcastically.
"Don't be patronizing. I didn't mean ask me, I meant that damn hat." He shot back heatedly. Blaise was ready to release another barrage of sarcastic snappish comments which would no doubt be things one usually refrained from saying in front of Professor Dumbledore when she stopped herself.
'Did he just say what I think he said?' She thought to herself as she looked between Harry, Dumbledore and even the paintings on the wall. Each face clearly said that she had heard right and that they were thinking the same thing. 'He did, my god the boy is cracking up.'
"Potter is a nutcase." A drawling voice sounded through the room.
"Shut it Black." Harry growled out at the painting of Phineas Nigellus, one of the patriarchs of the Black family.
"You must admit Harry, that did seem rather, 'mad', even given what goes on around here most of the time." Dumbledore said in a calming tone laced with concern.
"For god's sake. Get out of my way." He growled out as he marched over to the Headmaster's desk. Blaise and Dumbledore quickly jumped out of his way but he proceeded around the desk and to the shelves behind it.
"You, wake up!" He said irritably as he poked the sorting hat several times while realization dawned on everyone else. Soon light grumbling was heard before a rather grumpy voice spoke out.
"Another year has come and gone then come again and again and again. See the pattern forming. I was to lazy to write a song this year so just put me on and then bugger off." There was a good deal of chuckling going around in the portraits but the three living occupants were focused on other matters as Harry put on the hat. It took several moments but soon it began to speak.
"Another Potter already, that boy got started early didn't he!" The hat gruffly said aloud in a provocative manner. While Blaise, the portraits and even Dumbledore found this statement incredibly amusing it really grated on Harry's nerves.
"I…"
"I know you're the same Potter!" The hat snapped, cutting off Harry's arguments. "So, you finally discovered your family's secret. To answer your question, yes, you are my creator's heir. Now put me up and let me go back to sleep. And get me a blanket." It nearly shouted this last statement causing Harry to jump in surprise. He quickly took the hat off and placed it back on its shelf and almost immediately a soft snoring could be heard.
"So, that answers that question!" Albus said cheerfully as if he had not just heard some rather insane ramblings from a hat. Harry however had his face set in resignation.
"Well, its better than Slytherin!" He sighed to himself causing Blaise to glare. "Nothing against the house of course, but being related to that loony would just be too much. Reading through his journals was very disturbing." Harry said with a shiver much to Blaise's confusion.
"The man was obviously completely insane but he didn't detail any of his cruelty in them so what did you find so disturbing?" She asked curiously as Albus sat back and watched the two interact with a small smile.
"It wasn't what he said, it was how he said it. Like calling muggles and muggleborns 'things'."
"Yeah, why did he do that?" She asked and Harry looked at her for a moment thinking she was being sarcastic when he remembered that psychology was almost nonexistent in the magical world.
"He did it to de-humanize his enemies!" At her confused look he continued. "By looking at his enemies as something less than human he felt he could justify all the cruelty he inflicted on them. He looked upon himself as if he were God and he was ridding the world of trash. If you were to live your life not caring about anyone or anything and you saw everyone around you as somehow beneath you, just imagine what you could do. I heard someone say once that 'only after we have lost everything are we free to do anything.'
I never really understood that until I read those journals. Slytherin, and now Voldemort, believed that nothing on this earth mattered but him. A man like that is more dangerous than any weapon a man could construct and death is the only thing in their future. Many people think that if the Ministry and others stopped attacking the Death Eaters than they would stop attacking others. They don't realize that the only way to stop men like Voldemort and his more viscous Death Eaters like Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange is to kill them." Harry suddenly stopped in confusion as a strange look momentarily passed within Dumbledore's eyes at the mention of Bellatrix's name. It was so quick that he just shrugged it off as his imagination. Only then did he realize how long he had been talking and Dumbledore and Blaise were staring at him.
"What?" He asked as he shifted nervously under their gaze. When they had shook off their stupor Blaise was the first to speak.
"Sorry but I did not expect to hear something so insightful from a Gryffindor." She said with a smirk.
"Thanks." Harry responded with sarcasm before turning back to Dumbledore. "Now that we got all of that settled was there anything else you wanted to talk about?"
"Oh, yes there was. Miss Tonks, could you please come back in now." He called to Tonks who was still waiting outside. After a few moments with no response Dumbledore stood from his desk and made his way towards the door as Harry turned to Blaise to discuss her theories about the prophecy again. What Dumbledore saw after opening his office door was both incredibly amusing and incredibly annoying.
Nymphadora Tonks was sitting at the top of the stairs side by side with his brother Aberforth. They were leaning against the wall while playing tic tac toe on the opposite wall. Dumbledore probably would have chuckled at the sight when the two looked up if it weren't for the fact that his brother had one of his lemon drops between his lips and the rest of the bag he had stolen several days before resting in his hand. Leaning over, he snatched his favorite sweets out of his brother's hand before straightening himself up again. Immediately Aberforth sucked in the lemon drop that he had between his lips as if he thought his brother would try to take that one back as well.
"Well my dear it appears we shall have to finish our game another time. It is just as well, I believe Emily has somehow caught a number of fleas so I should go give her a bath." Aberforth said as he picked himself up off the floor and proceeded to skip down the stairs while humming a rather annoying tune that caused Tonks to laugh as she pulled herself to her feet.
"I like him. He's actually pretty funny. Is he insane or something?" She said as she turned back to the more 'stable' of the Dumbledore brothers.
"Not really, that's just the way he is. I think he does it to annoy me." Albus answered with a deep sigh.
"By the way, who's Emily?" Tonks asked as she entered the office.
"She is Aberforth's Phoenix. She is actually Fawkes' mother but now is not the time to discuss such things." He answered as he sat back down behind his desk as Tonks took a seat beside Blaise. He smiled briefly as he watched Harry and Blaise talk in a civilized manner before lightly coughing to get their attention.
"Oh, sorry sir!" Blaise said as the two teens turned back towards their Headmaster.
"Quite alright my dear, quite alright." He said with a smile. "Now the other reason why I wanted to see you is because Mr. Ollivander needs to see the two of you for the next stage of your new wands construction. It was a necessity that Harry's new wand be constructed as soon as possible, since his original wand is a brother wand to Voldemort's, so his will be one of the first completed. However since you Blaise will be working closely with Harry yours is being done at the same time.
From what I understand both wands are already significantly stronger than your originals but Mr. Ollivander would like the two of you to stop by his shop today so that you can help him out. Before you ask why I must tell you that I do not know what he needs from you. All that he would tell me is that he has developed some new safe guards and he would like your wands to be the prototypes if you are willing to proceed after he has explained the process to you. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." The two answered as one even though they were both confused as to why he would need their help in making the wands when neither one had any clue as to how the process worked.
"Good, now Miss Tonks here will escort the two of you to Diagon Alley. There are also other members of the Order stationed there in case of a possible attack. You will have a few hours so that you may purchase anything that you deem necessary for the time that you are here this summer. And I must stress the importance of being careful while you are outside of these walls. If something goes wrong please let the professionals handle it unless you have no other option. Though he has acknowledged Voldemort's return Minister Fudge still sees myself and you Harry as a threat to his position of power. I doubt that he would pass up the opportunity to charge you with underage magic again if the opportunity arose."
"Yes sir." Harry answered in a monotone voice as he thought about the bumbling fool that ran the Ministry of Magic. "How are we getting there?"
"By floo powder." Dumbledore said with a smile as he anticipated Harry's reaction and he wasn't disappointed.
"Great, just great." Harry groaned as he heard Blaise groan as well from beside him.
"Well, lets get going." Tonks said in a cheerful voice as she skipped over to the fireplace only to trip on the carpet. Luckily for her she was able to catch hold of the table beside her to steady herself to prevent herself from falling on her face. After she straightened herself she lifted a bronze canister from the mantel and took a handful of floo powder before tossing it into the fireplace. The flames instantly roared and turn green. Quickly stepping in she shouted out her destination and with another roar from the flames she was gone.
Harry stepped up next and with a deep sigh he tossed the powder in to the flames before stepping in. Almost instantly he felt the familiar feeling of the warm flames licking across his body before he called out, "Diagon Alley," as he prayed that he would end up in the right place. He quickly shut his eyes tight as his head began to spin from seeing a great many fireplaces swiftly pass before his eyes. After mere seconds that felt like hours he stumbled out of the fire and nearly feel face first into the stone floor. After steadying himself he looked around and was relieved to find himself standing in the Leaky Cauldron with Tonks just a few feet away where she was still trying to stand back up. A slow smile spread across his face as he realized that he had actually managed to stay on his feet for once before he was suddenly knocked backwards by a strong force that sent him tumbling to the ground.
Looking up he was greatly surprised to see Blaise's face mere inches from his as her body lay across his. As their eyes locked Harry became instantly aware of every curve of her body as it lay atop his as a deep blush crept across his face. However he seemed unable to tear his eyes away from hers.
"Are we going to go or did the two of you plan on remaining on the floor the entire day." Tonks said with a smirk as she looked down at them. Quick as lightening the two shot up off the floor and looked at anything other than each other as Tonks laughed in a loud manner at their discomfort drawing the attention of many of the customers who openly stared at the group that included the famous 'Boy Who Lived'. "Come on." She gasped out and led the two towards the back and Harry could feel the eyes of nearly everybody there on him as he walked behind the two witches.
As the three entered Diagon Alley a strange feeling passed over Harry and would not leave. In confusion he stopped for a moment and tried to figure out what could be causing it. After nearly a minute he came up with nothing and decided to think about it later and ran to catch up with Tonks and Blaise who did not seem to notice that he had stopped walking.
"Alright we will stop by Ollivander's first and find out what it is he needs from the two of you. Is that alright with you?" Tonks asked. They simply nodded in response and they quickly made their way to the old wand maker's shop. It took nearly fifteen minutes to fight their way through the crowds that had decided to shop for the new school year early before they had finally reached their destination only to find it packed with young children with their parents there to by their first wand. The three sighed in resignation before taking seats off to the side of the shop to wait until the old man was finished with his customers. At one point one of the children had looked over in their direction and noticed Harry or more importantly Harry's scar. The excitable young girl had immediately turned to some of her friends and told them that Harry Potter was in the shop. For the next several minutes Harry was swamped with little kids and their parents who wanted to meet him. At the horrified look on Harry's face Tonks once again burst out in laughter. Blaise of course had her customary mask of indifference on her face but you could tell by her eyes that she found the whole situation humorous.
As she watched Harry being surrounded by nearly twenty people Blaise thought about how much had changed in just the past several days. At the beginning of the summer she would have thought that Harry had been raised as a prince and that he would have relished such attention but now she knew better. Just from a few passing comments he had made over the course of the week she was able to figure out that Harry wasn't treated very well at home over the summer much less like a prince. With such neglect and lack of attention as a child it was no wonder why he didn't like all the attention that gets heaped upon him. He simply isn't used to people caring about him and when they do he doesn't know how to react. 'Wait a minute. Since when do I call 'Potter' Harry?' She thought to herself as she looked on.
"Excuse me please." A magnified voice echoed throughout the shop. Everyone immediately turned their attention to Mr. Ollivander who was standing behind the front counter. "I have some important private business to conduct so if everyone could please come back later today I would be most appreciative. Thank you." He announced the very moment he had noticed that Harry and Blaise had arrived. He quickly removed the charm on his voice before making his way over to the two teens and Tonks as the other customers left the store, though some of them were not happy about having to wait to conduct their business later.
"Would the three of you please follow me?" He said in a very excited voice as he led them into the back. After passing through the storeroom he led them up a flight of stairs and into a room that obviously served as his work shop.
Work tables and benches lined every wall with cabinets hanging above them. Every one of the tables were literally covered with bundles of many different forms of wood and samples of various things that were obviously meant to serve as the core of a wand. Turning his attention to the old wand maker Harry saw him approach what appeared to be nothing more than a blank piece of the wall. He lifted his arm and placed his right hand on the wall and Harry was amazed to see his hand pass right through it. When he pulled his arm out of the wall he had two long boxes clutched in his hand and an excited look on his face as if he were a child on Christmas morning.
"Now first, Miss Zabini." He said as he beckoned the young woman over to one of the tables as he set down one of the boxes. "Now since your first wand had a unicorn hair as its core the Griffin feather you supplied me will make for a very nice companion wand." He informed her as he opened the box he still had in his hand. Turning the box to her she let out a gasp as she looked upon the beautiful wand that was inside.
"The wand itself is twelve inches long and is made out of petrified redwood. This will give it more durability incase it is every exposed to extreme conditions or is handled roughly. It was coated and polished with molten diamond dust to help stabilize the power contained in the core. Go ahead and try it out." He said excitedly as he held it out to her. Throughout his description Blaise's eyes had never left the wand and she was only to happy to give it a try. With a shaky hand she lifted the wand from the safety of its box and was immediately overcome with a warm feeling that seemed to envelope her like a blanket.
Giving the wand a casual wave she was amazed at the power that came from it as many of the things lying around the room were lifted up and began spinning around the ceiling at an incredible speed. Throughout this little show Mr. Ollivander was jumping around the room and pumping his fist in the air as if he had just won the world cup. After a few moments he took his own wand out and levitated everything back down and put it in its proper place.
"And now Mr. Potter." He said as he waved Harry over. Harry could hardly contain his excitement and nearly ran over to the table. "Now Mr. Potter your wand is unlike any over that I have ever made." At Harry's questioning look he simple motioned him to open he box that lay before him. Harry was quick to oblige him and when he opened the box he immediately froze in shock at what he saw.
"My god!" Harry gasped out.
"What?" Tonks asked curiously as she stood off to the side. As an answer Harry lifted the wand out of the box to show it to her and Blaise. Their reactions were very similar to Harry's. The wand itself was about eleven inches long but it was made out of two different materials instead of just one.
"As you can see the basilisk fang was large enough that I could shape it to my liking and use it as the wand shaft if I also add a handle. Using the fang as the shaft also gave me the opportunity to save other components for the core." He explained as Harry ran his hand over the long pure white shaft that had nearly killed him once. "The core is made up of a mixture of the venom that was still present in the fang when I received it and phoenix tears. Now normally this mixture would be incredibly unstable but the addition of the platinum handle helps to overcome that." He explained as everyone stood staring at the wand in shock. No one had ever made a wand out of anything other than wood before much less part of a magical creature as powerful as a basilisk. And to mix their venom with phoenix tears. The whole thing was just too incredible. Both Tonks and Blaise were dying to see the wand in use but there was also a part of them that wanted to get far away from that thing incase something went wrong.
With a shake of his head Harry pulled himself out of his stupor and gave the wand a wave. With what sounded like a clap of thunder the entire back wall was blown out within the span of less than a second. Tonks, Blaise and Ollivander had immediately thrown themselves to the floor to avoid any debris while Harry stood in shock at what he had done and fear at what Mr. Ollivander's reaction would be. After several moments the others pulled themselves off the floor and the two girls turned to Harry in shock while Ollivander went to check the hole in his wall. When he turned around Harry was about to begin apologizing profusely when he stopped short. Instead of looking at Harry with outrage he actually looked the happiest Harry had ever seen him.
"Mr. Potter, do you know what this means?" He asked in a giddy voice that surprised everyone. To far gone to form words Harry merely shook his head. "It means that that wand is the most powerful to ever come out of this shop. And we have been making wands for centuries. Never have I seen such a reaction on its first use."
"But your wall." Harry said after he managed to pull himself together.
"Don't worry about that. That happens every now and then when I experiment with 'unusual' combinations of woods and magical cores so no one will pay any attention to who or what caused it. Besides it is simple enough to repair. Now I'm sure Albus told you that I needed to see you so that you could help me finish your new wands?" He asked after his explanation.
"Yes sir but after what just happened I thought they were done." Blaise said in confusion.
"Normally yes they would be done. However I am working on something new and it has to be done after the wand is constructed but before it is used to many times." He explained.
'That was helpful.' Harry thought to himself with sarcasm. "Ok." He said slowly. "So why do you need our help?"
"Because I intend to bond the two of you to your new wands. Through this bond only you will be able to use it. Right now anyone could use your wand although it would not work as well for them but with wands such as these you will need to guarantee that no one else can use them."
"What do we have to do for that? And how long will it take?"
"The two of you are going to have to put a few charms on them personally as soon as possible. I will also need a sample of blood from each of you. I will then take your blood and inject it into the core of your wand. When you use your wand it will know its you through its connection through your blood. If the blood doesn't match, it won't work. Getting the blood into the wand without damaging it or causing a reaction with the core is the hard part. After that all that needs to be done is a few simple charms and then there yours. I'll be finished tomorrow most likely. They will be sent up to the castle, I'll have Albus give them to you."
"Question." Harry said as he stepped forward. "Since Voldemort used my blood to give himself a new body will he be able to use this new wand as well even with this new protection?" Harry asked worried that even with Ollivander's hard work for them it might not be enough. Ollivander smiled slightly at Harry's obvious concerns.
"No Mr. Potter, he will not. You see your wand will not only be reading your blood but also your magical signature and no ones magical signature is the same so you can put your mind at ease." For the next half hour Harry and Blasie cast charm after charm on their new wands and eventually gave about two ounces of blood that would become part of their wand. After they were finally finished Ollivander bid them farewell after promising the wands would be delivered to Hogwarts the next day. The moment they left the shop and entered the street Harry suddenly felt the strange feeling that had washed over him when they first entered Diagon Alley once again. Only this time it was much stronger and caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end as it washed over him and would not go away. On instinct he swiftly turned around to face Tonks and Blaise.
"We have to get out of here, now!" He said urgently as he looked around.
"Why, Harry what are you talking about?" Tonks asked in confusion and concern for her young friend.
"I don't know. But something is definitely wrong here. Lets go." He said in an even stronger voice as he led the other two back towards the Leaky Cauldron. Suddenly he felt a light stinging pain in his right shoulder. Looking down he was surprised to see what appeared to be a very small dart as he heard his two companions cry out in surprise. By the time he realized what had happed it was already to late and Harry, Blaise and Tonks were nowhere to be found on Diagon Alley.
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"ALBUS!" Alister 'Mad Eye' Moody roar as he stomped into Dumbledore's office. The aforementioned Headmaster swiftly entered from his private study suspecting that something very bad had happened.
"What is wrong Alister?" He asked in a calm voice even though he had a very bad feeling about the cause of his old friend's current state of mind.
"Their gone Albus, that's what's wrong." He growled.
"Who's gone?" He asked even though he knew he didn't have to. Moody gave him an annoyed look for a moment.
"Tonks, Potter and Zabini that's who. I was standing across the street from them when all of a sudden they just up and vanish."
"Portkey maybe?"
"Not unless they used more than one, neither of them were touching each other or any one object. And we have yet to teach Potter and Zabini to apperate so that's out of the question."
"Could it have been portkey tags?" Albus asked as he tried to contain his worry.
"Its possible. With as crowded as that street was whoever fired them would have had to have been very close to be sure they got the right target. If this is the case than its obvious who snatched them and unless we are lucky and Snape can find something we won't be able to find them.
"Yes, I know." Dumbledore said wearily as he lowered himself into his chair.
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"Oh, crap!" Harry groaned as he began to wake up. "Damn my head hurts." Suddenly he became all to aware of a nagging pain in his wrists and decided to find out what was wrong. Unfortunately he found that he could not move very well. Trying to shake himself out of his groggy state he looked around and found that he must be standing up.
'How in the hell is that possible. I should have collapsed by now.' Looking up to the ceiling he found out why. 'Oh that's nice.' He thought to himself with sarcasm as he looked up at the chains that were bound around his wrists that were holding him suspended about two feet off the ground. As his head began to clear he tried to figure out how he had ended up in this situation when suddenly it all came back to him. Looking around quickly he was both relieved and horrified to find Tonks and Blaise in the same situation. He was relieved to know they were still alive but also horrified that they were in the same situation as him. Over the next twenty minutes both Tonks and Blaise had woken up and Harry had to admit that Blaise was handling the situation very well all things considered.
It had been three hours since the girls had woken up and they had quickly run out of things to say since it was likely that there was someone listening in on them. They didn't want to give anything away. So they sat, or rather 'hung' in silence.
"God I'm bored." Harry sighed drawing the attention of both girls who looked at him incredulously. "What?"
"Bored? You're Bored? We are hanging up on the walls of some dungeon and you say your bored." Blaise nearly screeched.
"Yes I am bored. In case you haven't noticed there isn't exactly very many things to do at the moment." Harry snapped back before the room returned to silence. After nearly another hour of silence Harry started humming to himself while he pulled up on one of the chains binding his wrists and then the other so that he was swinging back and forth. Blaise was about to start yelling at him again when a loud creak was heard. The three captives all turned their heads towards the door as it began to open.
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