I'm not dead ! Yet ! Another chapter up.
I'm sorry, i really am. Didn't have times to write during the last month or so, but it's all good now ! Expect another chapter soon !
On another note , as you have seen, I have quite a lot of problems with grammar, as it is my first story. And so, I'm actually searching for a beta reader. So, if you want a better qualities, (and know how to write ( better than me that's it ( wich should not be difficult ))), feel free to mp.
I've nothing else to say about this chapter. Well nothing in particular. Maybe that i finally found where this story is going and that it come more naturaly.
Sooooo, hope you enjoy.
Harry looked straight at the ghost before him, hand raised with white fabric glowing on it. He tried to appear as expressionless as he could, even as fear lurked inside him.
His ghost teacher did not move, choosing only to look at the hand raised against him.
The necromancer in training searched in his mind for anything that could have given him away, any mistakes that he made.
At the same time, he sent from times to times a look at the door, awaiting the rest of the staff to come and stun him.
Of course, Pevrell and him knew that they would be discovered, sooner or later. But they hoped that they would have time to make him more powerful, to be able to hold himself against most of the teachers here.
Maybe not the headmaster, but the rest of the teachers at least.
Harry finally stopped looking at the door when it was clear that no one was going to burst into the room, and settled his glare at the ghost.
Just as he opened his mouth to ask a question, the history teacher talked.
"Amazing …" breathed the ghost.
The teacher's lifeless eyes were glued to the white sand that moved in Harry's hand. The ghost tried to reach for it, only for Harry to take a step back.
The dead man flinched, and put his hand back on each side of his body, finger twitching.
"You would not believe how long I searched for one of you …" continued the man without leaving the dead magic in Harry's hand .
Harry eyes followed his gazes, and he retracted his hand a little. Silence then took place. The young necromancer searched what word to say, what to ask. Simply what to do. Should he try to blast the ghost ? will it even work ? Should he ask for how he came to know that ? Did he tell anyone ?
"I did not," said the ghost, "Told anyone , if that is what you were wondering."
Harry gulped, and shot one last glance at the door, waiting for it to burst open. Then, he turned back to the ghost, and found his resolve.
"How did you know ?" he asked his teacher.
The ghost looked up, as if searching for the answer, before he began to pace in the room.
"Every ghost can recognize a necromancer when they see one, they just need to know that necromancer exists, in the first place. If not, they would simply feel a strange discomfort near one." Explained the ghost.
Harry followed the ghost, slowly, power still coursing around his hand.
"You know about the existence of the necromancer then, why have you not said anything ?" continued the boy.
The ghost stopped moving, and looked at Harry with a smile.
"Because i want to be free." He said simply.
Harry looked at him, a strange look on his face.
"He means that he wants to be send to death's realm, my child." Said a chilling voice behind him.
"Master !" exclaimed Harry as he turned around, before freezing.
The mist that he was so used to see when he was talking to his teacher had changed. It had formed into something more human-like. Even if it still looked like a formless smoke, you could see that it had two arms, a torso, a head and even legs.
"That pact that you made with 'her' demand us to help her sending the dead back to her realm," said the close-to-be-ghost ," it involve mostly dark creature.. ghost happened to be one of them."
Harry nodded, looking pensive, before turning back to the ghost that was his teacher. Said teacher had a strange look on his face, looking at Harry and then to his Master. Yet his gaze seemed to pass right through him, as if he could not-
"He cannot, the form that you see is yet to be completed," explained Pevrell " I just happened to visit the castle and found a lot of…. Interesting … things."
Blue light glowed in his eyes, making Harry think that he has found more that interesting things. He tried to think of what could produce enough magic to make his teacher form advance so much.
"But more than that, my child, don't make the poor ghost wait," told the necromancer, pointing to his history teacher behind him."
Harry turned to the ghost, and slowly took in his form and expression. Before, when he first entered the class, he just thought that he was bored by his class, that he was lazy. But seeing him more closely, Harry saw otherwise.
His downed shoulder, his sparkless eyes, his hunchback…. The sloppy ghost only looked like a tired and scared old man. The only thing that Harry could link to life in him were his fidgeting hands, as he waited for the necromancer in training to act.
Harry's arm felt next to his body once again, the sand like matter disappearing. He approached the teacher, whose face displayed fear, and hope. He controlled his feeling to the best he could, thank to his training, and began to talk.
"Very well, ghost," he exclaimed ," by the contract that bind me to Death, I accept your request and swore to free you from this world."
The ghost eyes widened, and he began to shake, hand closing and opening. He felt and the floor, as tears began to fall from his eyes.
The only sound that remained in the empty classroom were the whisper of an old ghost. Saying thank you again and again.
Harry had left the history room with a lot to think about. After his teacher fell on the floor crying, Harry heard Pevrell said that they needed a safe place for the ritual . Place that he found earlier in his little tour.
He then told the ghost that they would do it during the Halloween feast that was coming soon.
They were now in Harry mind, on the roof of the market that he created, looking at the sunset . It was their place. Of course the Crypt was hidden and everything. But working for death didn't mean that he wanted to stay in a graveyard for the rest of his life. Or so Pevrell said. And Harry had to admit that the Crypt was way less welcoming that anywhere in his mind.
"The ritual that you are going to do is not that difficult. In fact, it is one of the easiest you can do as a necromancer." Explained Pevrell.
"Isn't exorcism rumored to be really hard ?" asked Harry with a raised eyebrow.
Pevrell waved his skeletal hand .
"It is,in a way," Pevrell looked in the sky " Sending a ghost into death's realm is not difficult. What is Hard Is to capture the ghost , and bring him in the ritual circle."
Harry nodded.
"I guess that ghost usually don't ask to be sent down here " said the boy.
"Usually not" acquiesced the necromancer.
They stayed here for some times, just enjoying the scenery.
"Will I need another earth for the ritual ?" asked Harry shyly
Pevrell rolled his eyes.
As Halloween approached , Pevrell seemed to be more lively than ever. Wasn't Halloween named the day of the dead, back then ? Anyway, as It was the weekend, and he did not have class, Pevrell wanted to show him the 'hidden but interesting stuff' that he found.
"Where do we begin ?" asked the Slytherin.
The necromancer blue dots beamed brightly, as he turned to Harry.
"Indeed ? Where to begin ? There is so much to be shown !" said the necromancer as he wiggled his 'arms' ," I hate to admit it, but those 'founders' really knew what they were doing when they created this castle !"
The old wizard put his hand under his chin, pensive, before snapping his finger.
"What about the kitchen ?" asked the necromancer.
Harry could not help the deadpan look he send his master .
"Yes, I must admit that it is not the most incredible place I could show you … later maybe" admitted the ghost .
Once again, the dark wizard began to think .
"The place under the girl restroo-"
"no" said Harry without hesitation.
He swore he saw a smirk in the mist, before the necromancer raised his hand in surrender .
"I guess the room with a mirror and the five trials of death are out of the way too, then ?" continued the dead wizard.
Harry did not even say a word.
"Fine, onward to the seventh floor then ." conclude his master before floating away.
Some walking after, some time lost between 'funny stairs', they finally arrived at the seventh floor. With a panting Harry.
"You know, you should train your body a little," commenced Pevrell, before he stopped, and looked at his 'body' , "Never mind will you , my child ?"
Harry smirked, before stopping next to a wall to take back his breath. He then once again followed his master in the long corridors. They actually encountered something … interesting , as Pevrell said, or totally embarrassing for Harry.
After five long minutes of walking the same way over and over , Harry stopped.
"Do you even know where we are going ?" asked the young boy.
Pevrell stopped ,and turned to Harry, blue eyes glowing madly.
"You don't need to be angry Harry, I know that the little thing you saw back there was stimulating for you, but-"
"It was not !" exclaimed Harry , blushing madly.
The necromancer actually barked a laugh, making Harry blush even more.
"This has no sense, I'm going to the library," growled Harry as he turned away, taking some step, " come find me when you are really going to show me something."
He stopped walking when Pevrell called him.
"Come back here, my child !" yelled the dead man," The room is right there."
Harry turned once again, and walked back to Pevrell .
"Where ?" he asked ,annoyed.
Pevrell pointed to the wall next to them. Harry stared blankly at Pevrell for a moment, before he turned away.
"Now this is getting ridiculous," he whispered as he once again walked away .
"Don't take me for a madman child ! I know it's in there, because I explored it last time !" called the necromancer.
"Open it then !"
"I don't know how to open it ! Last time, I just passed thought the wall, but I don't think you can pass thought wall now do you ?" growled the necromancer back.
Harry walked back to his master, and pointed his finger at him.
"Then you should have thought about it before !" shouted the child.
The book in Harry pocked suddenly began to grow hot, and Pevrell eyes turned dark red, making Harry flinch and take a step back, head bowed.
Just as the necromancer was about to talk, a sound drew their attention. The wall began to shake, slowly opening to something that looked like a wooden door .
Pevrell blue eyes returned, and the book stopped burning, as the necromancer looked at the strange new door.
"Now that's interesting… " said the dead man softly, " what did you do ?"
"Nothing, master." Said Harry softly , glad the he escaped the death glare of his old wizard.
Pevrell waved Harry as he passed the door. Telling him to follow, which the wizard in training gladly did, as he was himself curious.
He passed the door, and raised an eyebrow.
It was a small room, spartan to even say. The wall were made of stone, and no sign showed that it was anything more that an abandoned classroom. Nothing but the small altar in the center of it.
Pevrell was already above it, growling.
Harry stepped next to the dark wizard, and widened his eyes. On the altar was only a single piece of paper, with written on it 'This fucking room'.
Harry immediately walked back to the door , and left the room. Immediately after, the door closed on its own. Harry then looked just where the door stood before closing his eyes, before opening them again.
Seeing as nothing changer, Harry repeated the action, without success. It was at this moment that Pevrell passed thought a wall, angry, before spotting his disciple.
Harry repeated the action a third time, before he looked around him. He took some step back, before returning where he was. Nothing happened. He then took others steps back, returning , and then stepped back.
Pevrell watched the boy, closing his eyes once again, before he repeated his little pacing next to the wall. As he was about to call him, a sound drew his attention, making his eyes, not that anyone could see them, widening.
Once again , the door was here, and Harry passed it without hesitation. Pevrell stayed here for some second, before shaking his head and following his disciple.
The room had changed, and Pevrell was even more shocked by what they found inside. When he first found the room, attracted by the magic it was releasing, he just entered an empty place, big, but without real importance.
The second time, the room was way less big, and only held a piece of paper. But the third … Everything changed.
Gone was the emptiness, and the small room. Now stood an big, dark room, with lots of bookshelves in each side of the room, something that he recognized as a blood altar in the middle, a soul wheel here, and a magic circle just in front of the altar. It looked exactly like –
"A ritual chamber" breathed the necromancer out loud.
Harry who was openly gawking at the room, just next to his master, turned to Pevrell at what he said.
"Is it really ?" he asked excitedly.
Pevrell took conscience of his surroundings, and looked at Harry.
"How did you do it ?" asked the necromancer.
Harry scratched his head, before answering.
"well, when we were … discussing a little loudly earlier, I really wished to find .. hm… 'this fucking room', were my exact thought at the moment ." explained Harry, and Pevrell understood immediately.
He looked at the room once again, this time, a little more worried by it, before sighing.
"Well, I guess we may have found where we are going to do the ritual, then" said the dead wizard while walking to the bookshelves, passing his hand on the cover of some of them, seeing some that he knew.
Harry nodded, before he rushed to the bookshelves, seeing tons of new thing he could learn, spell he could train, and thing like that.
They left the room hours later, with a disappointed Harry, who was desperately trying to make the book pass the invisible barrier at the door, and a pensive Pevrell.
"We will need to find information on this room, my child," said Pevrell as he looked at his disciple finally letting go of the book, " we don't know nor its origin, nor his full power."
Harry nodded, sighing as he the door began to disappear.
"As we cannot do it- as I will not allow you to do the ritual in a room we know nothing about, we'll have to find another place …" whispered the close-to-be-ghost.
As Harry began to walk, following his teacher, a pair of arm held him in place.
"Well, look what we found brother," began a voice ," a lost little firsty"
"And not any firsty," continued the voice," It's 'dark lord Potter' himself !"
The arm turned him around, and Harry found himself face to face with two older Gryffindor. Or one. Harry's mind took some second to actually admit that there was two persons and that he was not seeing double.
"He seems like he is in shock Forge," said one of them ," which is natural when faced by cool guys like us Gred" finished the second brother, as Harry guessed they were in fact twins.
Harry puts back his smiling façade, that slipped for a moment when the twins grabbed him, and put his act together.
"Well, if it isn't the Weasley twins, " he began cheerfully, " what can I do for you ?"
Both brothers looked at each other , before looking back at Harry.
"You heard of us ?" they asked together.
"Well of course, yes ," said Harry while nodding, "you are quite …. Famous in the Slytherin House" even if infamous was a better word for them, not that they needed to know.
"Well I guess most of our masterpiece are done near Slytherin related stuff, "admitted one of them, without shame , " but I didn't think they would warn the firsty about us, we are not that bad, are we Gred ?"
You are, admitted Harry in his head.
"Of course not, Forge," assured the other one, " We do our work equally between all houses, there cannot be any favoritism in our branch of work."
Don't lie to him ! screamed Harry mentally.
"Right, Gred ! Anyway, firsty !" said suddenly the one he assumed was … George ? " We have some question to ask you !"
"Right ! Right ! Where were you during the last two hours or so ?" continued the one he was going to name Fred.
"Exploring the castle of course," he replied without missing a bit.
Both twins smirked .
"Lies ! As expected of a Snake !" "We could not expect any less from them"
The necromancer in training smile wavered for a moment, before he began to think quickly. Did they follow him, did someone saw him ?
"And how would you know that ? Were you following me ? I'm afraid my life is quite simple, I'm sorry " He needed information, was this room know by more people ?
The twins continued to smirk, before looking at each other again.
"well, I guess it counts as following someone," said George, no Fred . Actually, he did not give a fuck for the moment, "Or is it spying ?"
Harry know they wanted something from him. Too bad he wasn't going to give them-.
"Tell them, my child, they will serve as test subjects. In a way," said the raspy voice of his master behind him, " more than that, knowledge is power, and they definitely know something we don't ."
Harry widened his eyes before allowing his facade to melt, letting his smile fell.
"Well ? what do you want to know ?" he asked directly as they were talking together.
The twins turned to him, smirk still in place. But Harry could see some sort of…. Not fear, no. More like apprehension. Time to test if his patience training was really worth it.
"Where were you the last two hours, Potter ?" asked one of them.
"In the castle, exploring " it wasn't technically a lie.
"That's no true !" exclaimed one of them.
"How would you know ?" he asked quickly .
"We know, that's all !" said a twin.
"But how would you know ?" he continued.
"We know because we saw it ." explained the other one.
"So you did follow me, so you know where I was right ?" he asked patiently.
"No, we weren't following you , but we know you were not in the castle ." said a twin while raising his voice a little.
Harry smirked. Got them.
"But how would you know ?" he finished innocently.
"The map told us !" said the other, before widening his eyes.
Harry smirked.
"The map ?" he asked softly.
One of the redhead smacked the other on the head, before glaring at Harry.
"Let's make a deal then," began Harry bringing the attention to him, "You tell me about this map of yours," they glared , "And I tell you about the secret room that I found just here, and where I was two hours ago."
They did not move , only continued to glare at him. Harry faked a sigh, before turning around .
"Too bad , good day to you, Weasley twins ."
One, two, three and …
"Wait ! " said a voice behind .
Harry turned, smiling . By not letting them time to think about it, he was basically assured that they would accept, not thinking about the consequences. Not that he would if he was in their position.
"Show us the room first ," said Geogre. Or Fred . Harry really needed to stop brothering himself with that.
"A map is easier to show than a room, don't you think ?" he countered their offer.
The twins looked at each other, once again, and came to the point that it was indeed easier. They took out a parchement from one of their robes, and opened it. From the corner of his eyes, Harry saw Pevrell float to them, watching from above.
The twins whispered something and the map came to life.
"I solemnly swear that i am up to no good" said Pevrell for him.
The one redhead holding the map, turned it to Harry, showing what was displayed. It looked like the castle. And there was little think moving around. Harry eyes widened as the twins closed the map.
"Is it …" asked the young wizard.
Both twins nodded, before shoving the map back in their robes.
"Well, I guess I need to show you the room then ."
Harry puts his fork away, and patted his bag another time. The Halloween feast was here, and everyone was eating their share, talking and cheering. Harry also learned that it was the day he supposedly killed 'Voldemort' . And the day that he parents died. Not that someone cared apparently.
After he showed the room to the Wesley twins, some days ago, they made a deal to lend him the map from time to time. He patted the map in his robe, before smirking slightly. It was way easier to find an empty room for the ritual now that they had this help.
Everything was thinked so that the ritual could happens smoothly. Harry would leave the feast soon, meeting with his History teacher not far from the Hall. Then they would found a empty room, draw the circle, make the ritual as the feast continued in the night, and then go back to his room as if nothing happened.
Harry prepared his little plan, gathered his emotions and put on a sad expression, before sighing. Quite loudly.
Dawn, who was next to him, raised a delicate eyebrow. As did Nott, from the other side of the table.
"Something's wrong ,Harry ?" asked the girl .
Harry looked at her, before trying to try to make a smile. Quite hard.
"No… it's just that," he sighed once again
," That day don't exactly bring back good memories to me."
His housemates looked at each other , realization in their eyes.
"Right. Sorry." Said one Zabini Blaise, embarrassed.
Harry shook his head, an half smile on his face.
"Na it's good. I'll just go to sleep a little early. Enjoy the feast."
And with that, he got up
Now for part two-
Just as he was about to walk away, the man that he recognized as the DADA teacher came by the gate, screaming.
"Troll ! Troll in the dungeon !" he screamed, making everyone stop.
"Just thought you would want to know " and he fainted.
No sound could be heard for a moment. Then chaos erupted.
Fuck, thought Harry.
Soooooo, as you see. It is actually speeding up a little.
Should i have show more class with Harry ? Something else you wanted to see ? Feel free to ask any questions, i'm quite interested.
One last thing , should i rewrite the first chapter ? It IS quite ugly. Rewrite as it, puttin it in a better form, change a thing here and here.
One last last thing , next story to be uptdated should be Harry Potter , Summoner, and then we go back to this one.
One last last last thing. I'm actually quite interested in the deep space entities that i showed one chapter ago. Just don't be surprised if another story come up in three of four chapter updated.
Good day (or night) to you !