The Ancients Revival
Chapter Twenty
After classes the previous day they had, as they had said read some of the Ancients book. It had talked of three people two males and a female and how they had mysteriously met two young people of their age.
They mysterious figures weren't named; they didn't have character descriptions or anything. The book was long, very long, and no matter how long you stayed up, they would never finish it with in one night.
This Hermione saw as a challenge, like most of her 'Light Reading' she finished them easily within a night or even a few days.
Emma sat on the floor of the Room of Requirement and waited for Harry to come and sit down from the bench. Placing his shoes down by the bench he got up and sat down by Emma.
'Okay, we'll start by some meditation today. Then we'll do some of the actual blocking… Harry… can I ask you a question?' she asked.
'Yeah, shoot Emm.'
'I feel like I've seen you before, like it was long ago. I need you to try and concentrate on something. Anything that comes to your mind automatically, use it to shield important information. Sometimes you can't block someone completely, so derail their search. Give them nonsense, things they can't use. Do that to me if you can, its easier to do this than a full out block.' She whispered.
The room had taken on the same look, light wind and soft woodland sounds played in the background. Birds, a trickle of a stream, and some frogs.
Closing their eyes they thought of nothing, absolutely nothing came. Emma raised her wand and whispered 'Legilimens.'
Harry fell back words as if he was struck, for a moment his empty mind stayed clear but soon images began to flow out of the deepest recesses of his mind.
The room rocked back and forth like a great pillar that was crumbling slowly to the ground it stood on. He opened his eyes and everything was blowing, pillows floated about in circles around the room.
But the room began to fade, not fade entirely just transform. The rug turned to green lush grass. The pillows in the air to wondrous white fluffy clouds. And the walls disappeared into the air.
'Emma?'
Emma opened her eyes and looked at their new surroundings.
'This is your mind Harry. This is what it looks like, how you store all your memories and thoughts. See that castle far off?' she asked.
'Yes.' He nodded.
'That is you fortress, the castle is your memory bank where everything is managed. This, all of this other stuff is just to complicate things. For those who have no clue what you are truly like now and what you were like then.' She replied.
'Then? What are you talking about?'
'I say then, I mean, what you are like not what others think they know. It's what only family knows. Like my sister and I. I know she is capable of Gryffindor things like she knows I am capable of Slytherin things.'
She looked around, and began walking to the castle.
'Come on. For example I know right now my sister is very stubborn. She doesn't do what she is ordered to do. She does what she wants. Like most Gryffindors she very stubborn.'
'Wow, this is a nice place. But what does this have to do with Occlumency?'
'It has everything to do with it. How can you defend something you know nothing about? You know about the basics, meditation and Occlumency. But do you know your own mind? I know you know the memories you lived, but do you really know it inside and out? Can you enter this castle and say to me, that door leads to my worst fears. Or this door leads to my hopes and dreams. Or go to the very center of it all and tell me what makes you tick, what keeps you going keeps you surviving time and time again.'
'No… I can't.' Harry whispers.
'You need to know this place inside and out, like the back of your hand. You have to be able to know which set of stirs leads to which memories and which doors are traps and will only cause you pain. My mind is almost like this. The only difference is the out side is like a storm the air is thick and full of dust and sorrow. I'm going to tell you something you can NEVER ever repeat. Got it?'
'Yeah, never repeat it.'
'I used to live long, long ago. I know my mind better than I know my body and that says something. That's because my sister and I have been around longer than most. You could say we are our own grandparents. I can go into my mind and turn down the first corridor in wing 5 and know I'm headed to the core of my passion, what makes me love. Or down wing 55 and know I'm going to my center, what makes me tick. I live for you, for me, for my sister, for the world. What would the world be like if I was gone?'
'Probably pretty boring with out you and your sister bickering.' Harry replied with a laugh.
'That's what I live for, to make people happy, to see a baby grow up to know I was why my sister lived when she was 3 when she almost drowned when she was at school cause of a bully. I know that if I hadn't helped her plan her revenge she would have drowned in her sorrows and probable died of her fear of others. Don't tell her I told you either.'
'Never Emm, never.'
'Now come on, we need to see what makes you tick.'
They walked down corridor after corridor, opening door after door. One showed his fear of losing the ones he loved. The room was a wall covered in tone after tone of moving pictures of his friends and family dieing assorted deaths. He had slammed the door shut and clenched his fists.
But now they were getting closer, he could feel it, his center it was amazing, this beautiful song slowly getting louder.
Emma reached for another door and was about to open it but Harry slapped her hand away.
'What?' she asked rubbing her hand?
'Leave that one alone. Don't openit, forget you saw it.' He whispered darkly.
The door rattled and shook.
'It knows we're here. Let's go.' He hissed and walked away.
He turned back to see Emma looking back and forth between Harry and the door. It was black, not like the other doors of wood accenting the gold toned brick walls and floor and ceiling.
'LEAVE IT!' she yelled at her.
Slowly she was pulled forwards to him and her feet were dragging alone the floors. Her eyes were blank as if he pupils disappeared.
When she was by his side she blinked and shook her head.
'Right sorry, I'll leave it. But what's behind there?' she asked.
'Not my center, the very thing my destiny based around lurks just beyond those doors, and the only thing keeping him in his own place is that door and the bolt of lightning etched into the wood as if by the very fire that he burns with.' Harry replied and they kept walking.
Add hp getting hurt and while he's oput gets more info
Sirius comes to see him along with remus