The Legacy
"Your lives have been guided - decided by fate,
unaltered by changes that you try to make.
The world keeps on turning - men still live and die,
though many have questions, so few even try."
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Chapter 10: Fate's Warning
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Harry was running around the corridor, pushing people aside and stuff. He was looking for Ron. He found him.
"Ron!" Harry shouted. "Ron, I just want to apologise about the other day…"
"Harry forget about it," interrupted Ron. He looked very nervous… unusually nervous, in a doomy way. "Look…there's something I need to tell you. Hermioney's been cured!"
"Cured?" Harry asked. "Her death was cured?"
"Magic is very advanced nowadays." Replied Ron. "Here she comes!"
Hermeony walked fast towards Harry with her wand pointed towards him."
She opened her mouth and began to say something.
"AVADA…"
Harry gasped as he hid his face behind his hands – though he knew this to be in vain. His life flashed before his eyes, only to realize that it was just a firefly. Then his life really flashed before his eyes. He saw it all – the Dursleys, his adventures, Hogwarts, his friends, Squishy (A/N – who was currently on a mission outside Hogwarts looking for sentient tomatoes). He thought of his quest… his Legacy, his destiny and how it will remain unfulfilled. In a brief moment of bravery, bordering insanity, he turned to face Hermyoney in order to look at his Slayer ( \m/ ) in the eye.
By the way, all the above happened in about 0.5 – 1.5 seconds.
"AVADA… TELL YOU SOMETHING HARRY!" cough, cough "Sorry." cough. "I have a bit of a cold. Anyway, I was saying, I WANNA TELL YOU SOMETHING HARRY!"
During the next 2-3 hours and approx. 2000 words (which I will not include here – but they still count towards my word count!) Harry and Hernioneye resolved everything, and she forgave him for killing her and they both talked about how curing death is really cool and stuff and that the cure doesn't work anymore because it's broken and can never be replicated because something went horribly wrong with it. Kind of what happened with the Time Turner in book 3.
"Oh Harry, I'm so glad we resolved this."
"Me too Hermioney. If you're up for adventuring again, you can join my party. We have a mission today actually." Suggested Harry.
"Oh, that sounds great!" Exclaimed Hermoirfney "What's the mission?"
Harry explained that they have to go into London dressed as muggles in order to acquire a magical artifact displayed at the British Museum.
The discussion that followed was your average stereotypical film/book mainstream adventure "Break into a museum? Yes - But it's against the law - Think of the consequences - All right I'll do it" style. I will bore you with it no longer. Oh, and Ron's going with them as well.
Ron was quite excited. He liked going into muggle districts. It was like a different world to him and, like his father, he shared a similar fascination for muggle culture. He wore his jeans and a brown striped jumper and his black jacket. Looking forward to this mission, he went to see how the other two were doing.
He heard Harry's voice calling him from the corridor. "Ron! Are you ready? Let's go!" Harry was wearing a black suit with a bow tie, a bowler hat and was holding an umbrella. He replaced his glasses with a monocle and he looked satisfied with himself.
Hermmioney was also running towards them from the distance. She was wearing an astronaut suit and a purple jacket.
After Ron had decided that this was obviously a bad joke, he convinced them to borrow some of his "muggle style" clothes. Though he couldn't pry the bowler hat off Harries head, and now has several scratches and bite marks on his hand for attempting to do so.
"It's a magic hat!" Said Harry proudly. "It miraculously makes me look 10 times more handsome - if that were ever possible!" he said with a wink.
Ron ignored this and they set off for London via train.
"We have been traveling in the belly of this steel beast for the past 2 hours and there's still no sign of this place you call… Laaandaaaan!" Harry complained.
Ron looked surprised. "You are joking right?"
"I don't know Ron!" Harry shouted at the top of his voice despondently. "I've been a wizard for too long now… I'm institutionalized. This steel wyrm we are riding in… I remember using it before – the stench of public transport never escapes you… 'tis strong magic Ron… familiarity that is. But now, I remember naught from the world of miggles…"
"Muggles" Ron interrupted.
"Yes that." Harry patronized. "I remember little from average muggle routine. Like dressing up as a Star Trek character and selling magazines and candyfloss. It just… it just seems like so long ago…"
Harry was clearly serious. He was throwing his hands around in despair like an emo kid on a caffeine overdose.
"Harry… You left Surrey less than a year ago." Ron pointed out. "Hermie, tell him!"
"That hat looks very good on you," said Hermieeoneye.
Harry was flattered and stood up so that more people can look at him.
The train reached to a halt. A mysterious voice started to speak. "Mind the gap!" At this point, people made an extra effort to be very careful to avoid the gap between the train and the platform. They all felt an overwhelming satisfaction as once again they have cheated death from claiming their soul. The gap just had to wait for the next batch of people. It still waits… patiently!
Harry disembarked the train. He forgot to mind the gap and so he tripped. He could have sworn that he heard a snigger coming from its deep abyss. But that my friends… is another story. (LOLZ, I'm so mysterious and stuff)
"Mind the gap Harry!" Ron said while restraining to laugh.
"It tried to get me." Harry said shyly.
Hermioy managed to get off the train 100 completely unharmed. That's because she had earlier researched train disembarking in Hogwarts library. Later on she would be rewarded 20 points for Griffindor for this feat.
They got out of the station and walked until they arrived at the museum.
"We've arrived at the museum." Ron said. "Let's go in."
"Wow!" exclaimed Hermieoney. "Look at all these relics from ancient British history!"
Harry agreed and felt proud of the British history that surrounded him - like ancient Assyrian artifacts and Ramsees II.
Ron ignored them.
They reached a room that contained almost an entire temple wall. Harry read the information plate. "Pantaaalon".
"It says Parthenon." Hermioney interrupted. "It was donated to the British museum by the Greeks a couple of centuries ago."
"Really?" asked Ron. "What's the name of the person who donated it?
"Thomas Bruce, 7th Earl of Elgin"
"Oh… is that a Greek name then?"
"Must be. Yes probably."
Everyone admired Hermieoneys superior cultural knowledge.
Harry tipped his hat forwards because he thought it would look cooler and stuff and therefore he'd get more attention. "So… let us find this artifact!"
"Really Harry, you never told us what we are looking for."
Harry jumped and turned around lightning fast! His one eye squinted and he hunched a little and stuff. His accent suddenly became more "British ala medieval film" style. And thus he spake:
"The artifact (pronounced AAAtifact) we are looking for is of such power (pronounced pAuA), that Dumbleder himself ordered someone, to order someone else, who eventually sent his house elf to personally place it somewhere of high security within the museum. Its actual place is within a book located in that round library building thingy in the museum. The book is called Auti I Istoria Ine Malakia".
So to the library they went – though the corridors and tourists, the souvenir shops and annoying kids. The book they did find on a shelf locked up behind a glass cabinet. Stare at it they did for a while. Ron looked around. "Is that what muggles call security cameras?"
Harry confirmed. "Aye. 'Tis the electric eye of the law."
"So yes?" Ron asked Harry again.
"Yes".
"So how are we going to retrieve it from behind the glass?" Harmioney pondered aloud.
"I know." Said Harry "If we stare at it long enough, maybe something will happen."
Ron could see where this was going. "That's a terrible idea. We have to do something…"
"Now, now Ron. I'm the leader of this quest and I say we stare at the bloody book! You agree don't you Herrrmioney?"
She complimented Harry on his hat again.
Ron sighed.
So stare at the book they did. For 4 long hours did they pierce it with their gaze. Harry and Hermionni were not fazed. Ron felt they were wasting their time and he did try to tell Harry a few times. But Harry was confident.
A voice of an old Irish man suddenly startled them. "Can I help you children?"
"We're just admiring that book" Harry responded.
"Ahhhhh! 'Tis good to see that you young ones nowadays still enjoy a good book. In a world full of BMX bikes and Commodore 64s'… you children bring hope to our failing society."
There was a silence.
"Do you like the book?" The old man enquired.
"Yes" they all answered together.
"It's a nice book isn't it?"
"Yes"
"Would you like to hold the book?
"Yes"
The old man opened the cabinet and gave them the book.
"Does it feel nice holding the book?"
"Yes"
"Would you like to walk around a bit while holding the book?"
"Yes"
"Would you like to walk up to the door and back while holding the book?"
"Yes"
They walked until the door. Harry glanced at the old man who was looking at them with a smile on his face. Then Harry turned to look at the door. Then back at the old man. "RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!" He shouted. They ran like the wind and managed to exit the museum without being caught by security.
The old mans smile turned into a frown. "Fucking kids nowadays… no respect at all."
Meanwhile, in the train back to Hogwarts…
"See Ron?!?!" Shouted Harry. "I told you that if we stared at the book long enough something would happen."
Ron was über pissed off. "Look Harry!!! I don't want to talk about it. Just let this chapter end right here right now!!!"
END OF CHAPTER 10.