Harry Potter and the Ancient's Revival
By:
SnakeTalker & Star Healer
Previously:
Hermione picks up a book from a near by table and throws it like a Frisbee at Julia, it merely missing her head. "Will you look at me when you talk, please?" She yells.
Julia looks up slowly, starting to pack up her books, "I have nothing to say to you or anyone else in your "famous trio." She states getting up and heading for the dormitories.
Hermione grabs her wrist pulling her back "Yes you do, Harry is a friend"
Julia pulls her arm away, "maybe he is, maybe his not" she says before turning and walking away upstairs.
Chapter 4: Future Shock
Ron looked up at Hermione and Julia, she had just stormed off to their dormitories. In all the years they had known her, she was never violent like that.
"What was that all about 'Mione?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, you've never been violent like that before." Harry agreed.
Hermione, knowing that she had to tell them, headed to them and sat down. She took a deep breath and began to tell them that she didn't like Harry. She didn't want to tell them anything else because she didn't know if what she thought was true yet or not. She had to do some research on them first.
"WHAT?" Ron shouted. He couldn't believe it that she did not like Harry.
"It's okay if she doesn't like me. It's not like it's apart of the rules or anything. Just leave her be." Harry stated.
Not having the time to argue, since it was getting late, Hermione opened and then shut her mouth. After all, Harry was kinda right. But she still couldn't help it.
"Fine, it's getting late, I'm off to bed now. See you in the morning." She replied and headed up as well.
"Well, shall we go to bed mate? Or do our homework?" Ron asked with a smirk.
"BED!" they exclaimed together.
It was a wonderful night out the moon was full, the star's were out and the grounds were alive with the creatures f the night. It would have been better, had one of the trio not been having a dream, or rather, a nightmare.
Ron lie in his bed, tossing and turning. He couldn't get comfortable in his sleep. He was in a room that was too dark to see, he called for his friends but no one answered.
He heard some one breathing but couldn't find the person.
"Who's there?" he called.
But no one answered, the breathing continued but it never once relayed it's position or who it was. Ron, was begging to panic.
The air in the room went cold, it chilled him to the bone, his breath caught in his throat. He had felt this before, just only the year before last in third.
He tried to clear his mind, think of a good thought, anything that made him happy, but he was lacking at the moment.
'How had a dementor gotten into the school? Am I even in the school?' he thought.
But he must be, he remembered being in Defense class, the teacher was giving them a practical test today. They all had to enter a room two by two and get from side a to side b.
It was much like a course yard. But it had creatures, bogarts, gribly planks and others. But he wasn't afraid of Dementor's, Harry was.
But that could only mean Harry was with him, but where was he?
"Harry? Where are you? Say something mate." He called into the darkness.
Sweat shone off of his forehead, he shivered in his sleep, he could hear a woman screaming a blood curdling scream, begging and unseen force to spare an innocent's life. But the cold calculated laugh sent more violent shivers down his spine.
He walked forward a bit and stumbled on a body, he bent down and touched the person. He shock them lightly to revive them to get some kind of stir, he hope it was his best friend. But then another voice deep down hoed it wasn't, for this person seemed dead, but they could very well be just unconscious.
He pulled out his want, thinking of when he met Harry he shouted
"EXPECTO PATRONUM." The darkness began to recede, not much but he could see the face of the person at his feet.
He fell to his knees…
It was Harry.
Ron shot up in his bed, it was morning and time to start the day. Shaking slightly, he got out of bed and padded over to his best mates bed. Pulling the curtains aside, he found Harry sleeping peacefully on the bed.
"Harry…Harry wake up it's time for breakfast." Ron gasped out.
Seeing Harry wake he went about his usual routine and got ready for their classes. He kept reminding himself, 'it was a dream, just a dream.' But it had scared him greatly to find Harry like that.
A few days passed as usual, nothing had happened to Harry, Hermione or Emma. It was Friday during Defense class at the end of the day. The day was warm and sunny. The quartet couldn't wait for the weekend to begin.
"Okay, today we will be heading to a spare room for a small test. You will go through a course containing creature, none harmless ones. We will see if you remembered anything you have been taught over the years. You will enter two at a time incase anything goes wrong you can get me. Now get up and lets go." Professor Vasinitie relied.
After a walk to a classroom near the astronomy tower the stopped outside two doors.
"Alright, you enter this left one and will exit through the right. Now, first up, Miss Granger and Miss Emma Cardigan.
After a few minutes they emerged with big smiles on their faces. Immediately heading toward Harry and Ron, others in the class began to ask what it was like.
"It was so fun, all the creatures. It was great, wasn't it Hermione?" Emma asked.
"Yeah, it was very informing, we got to use our knowledge we learned previously it was great." She agreed.
After a few more pairs it was Harry and Ron's turn to enter.
"Hey Ron, just so you know, my bogart, it turns into a Dementor. So make sure you have your patronus spell handy." Harry warned with a smile.
Ron smiled back but it faltered, this reminded of his dream a few days back.
When they entered, it was a maze of obstacles. There were marshes, then a sand dunes and more. Then at the end was chest, no doubt holding the bogart.
"Good luck mate." Ron replied and they started off.
When they neared the end neck and neck, Ron's inside began to turn. He had a feeling he should stop Harry, to tell him his dream. But it was just that a dream nothing more.
But when Harry opened his chest the room went dark, he could feel the cold seep into his skin and his very soul.
He couldn't see anything; the room was devoid of happiness. But he knew there was some one he should be helping. He heard a faint voice but he could hardly hear it.
Soon the voice stopped and he could hear breathing, he was worried, who was it and what did they want? Where was he, he was in school last.
'That's it, I'm in school, HARRY!'
"Harry? Where are you? Say something mate." Ron called, but he got nothing in response.
He started to hear a woman screaming just like his dream, begging her attacker to spare her son's life. But the person just laughed mercilessly as he called "Avada Kedavera."
Ron stumbled forward, and nearly tripped over a body. He automatically knew it was Harry, if the dream told him anything, it told him this.
Gathering his strength he thought of his friends, and how they met. He called the words and the darkness lifted.
He saw Harry on the floor, his brown covered in cold sweat. He shouted "Ridiculous." And the now spider and it diapered into the chest.
Ron, kneeled down by his fallen friend, he couldn't imagine why Harry had had so much trouble like this. He was great at the spell. It was something he most definitely would ask when he woke up. But for now, he grabbed Harry and hauled him up to his feet. Leaning his best mate on his shoulder he headed to the exit and called for the professor.
All the students were shocked to see Harry unconscious as Professor Vasinitie opened the door and made to go in.
'After all I have heard about how strong he is, how could this happen? There most certainly is something wrong.' Vasinitie thought.
"Take him to the hospital wing, Miss Granger, Miss Emma; help him out would you please. I will be there soon with the headmaster. The rest of you, class is dismissed. Have a good early weekend."
"What happened to him Ron? He's always been able to handle a dementor." Hermione said her voice etched with worry.
"I don't know, something must be wrong but I don't know what." Ron replied.
"Do you think it has to do with the incident on potions?" Emma asked. She was frightened for her new friend. She heard so much from Uncle Snape about him, how could he have been hurt so badly like this?