Myth of the Hourglass

by RLSdreadnault

Voldemort exiles Harry to the time of the Founders in an attempt to dispose of him permanently. Harry struggles to make the best of his situation and return to the future. His friends scramble to find him in history as Voldemort builds his power.

4. The Dark

Chapter Four: The Dark

"Ninety-seven years!" Hermione exclaimed. "That's an awfully long time to be headmaster."

Professor Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "I suspect that Lord Darkbane became headmaster at a very young age. Near the time of the Founders, Hogwarts was still quite new and not as prestigious. It would be entirely possible for someone in their thirties or even twenties to become Headmaster if he was closely connected with the Founders."

"Why do they call him Lord Darkbane?" Ron asked. "Shouldn't it be Professor Darkbane?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Dumbledore mused. "It could be that he was of noble birth. On the other hand, the record does say that he 'reigned.' That would imply that the title was not strictly an honorific."

Hermione presented another option. "Could he have been a Dark lord?"

"The name is Darkbane," Ron scoffed. "Obviously, he and the Dark did not get along very well.

Hermione disagreed. "It could be that he was the bane of something and happened to be Dark on top of that."

"What does the history say?" Ginny sensibly asked Dumbledore, effectively providing a way to end the argument. She reckoned that the house elves would have recorded more than a few bare details. Even if they never went directly into covering Lord Darkbane's biography, they surely would have at least covered some of his acts and how they had affected Hogwarts.

Professor Dumbledore referred back to the extraordinarily sized tome and skimmed the contents. As he did so, he read aloud or paraphrased the occasional snippet. All the brief excerpts Dumbledore read aloud for the sake of the teens ran together to form a basic summary of the history of Lord Darkbane.

"There are many theories as to Lord Darkbane's origin, but all are unreliable. Written records indicate that he was serving as a Professor of Magic at the time of Godric Gryffindor's death. The Hogwarts staff and student body unanimously hailed Lord Darkbane as Headmaster following the aforementioned Founder's death despite protests from the magical government that he was unqualified."

"Though Lord Darkbane never furnished a record of his academic qualifications, it was clear to all who came in contact with him that he was an extremely powerful and skilled wizard. There are many reports of his alleged talents and abilities. Most seem to agree that Lord Darkbane had mastered the magic behind time travel as a result of his obsession with the subject. A few others indicated that he may have gone beyond even that and had the ability to twist the fabric of reality itself."

"Lord Darkbane's contributions to the British people in general were many. He helped to establish order in Britain and was responsible for the demise of many Dark wizards. Unfortunately, as time passed, he found himself at odds with the magical government more often than not."

"One Minister of Magic went so far as to accuse Lord Darkbane of using time travel to attempt to subvert the Ministry. Whether the accusation was true or not is still debatable. Lord Darkbane never deigned to reply to the accusation. An investigation was never launched because his power and influence rendered him immune to any inquiry."

"The end of Lord Darkbane's administration was the end of an era. When it ended, the result was the death of Hogwart's last tie to its Founders. Some have gone so far as to say that he was practically the Fifth Founder as his contributions to the school came close to equaling that of the Founders themselves."

There was silence as Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Professor Dumbledore absorbed this information. Ron was the first to speak. "Lord Darkbane knew all about time travel and he and the Ministry didn't get along. If the Ministry doesn't know anything about Harry time travelling, maybe Lord Darkbane did."

"It's a possibility," Dumbledore conceded slowly. "I am confident that Harry would have been forced to seek out someone acquainted with the subject of time travel as he knows nothing of it himself. If anything, I have discovered from my recent inquiries that there have not been many who had the ability to travel through time."

Hermione was quick to jump on the bandwagon. "We need to find out more about Lord Darkbane. Perhaps he kept records."

"I doubt it," Professor Dumbledore responded. "Even if he did, they aren't accessible to anybody. Someone as prominent as he was would be in every history book if there were any."

Ginny surprised herself and spoke up. "I realize that Lord Darkbane is only one possibility among many, but I'd be willing to research him some more to see if there are any clues about Harry's whereabouts. It can't hurt to check while you and the rest of the Order check other places."

The last weeks of summer had been hard on her. Everyone in the Order had been diligently searching history records and investigating possibilities, but she had hardly had any opportunities. Her desire to help ran deeper than the typical motivations that drove others to participate in causes. As a result of the Chamber of Secrets, she owed Harry a life-debt.

"All three of us could research Lord Darkbane," Hermione told Professor Dumbledore. "If there are records, they'd probably be right here at Hogwarts. We're in the perfect position for this project."

Dumbledore was a sensible man and promptly agreed to this. "I'll let you three look into Lord Darkbane then. I'll get you permission to search the Restricted Section if need be. Be sure to report to me if you find anything significant."

They thanked the house elves for their service and departed from the kitchens, Professor Dumbledore to return to his office and the teens to go to Gryffindor Tower for the night.

A fierce thunderstorm had settled into the area surrounding Hogwarts. It and the accompanying rain fit the mood of the Hogwart's inhabitants like a glove. When Harry had originally taken up residence at Hogwarts with the last two Founders, things had been calm and peaceful. Harry had rather enjoyed not having to worry about Lord Voldemort or the Dursleys.

Several years had passed since that point and Harry had even enjoyed those—aside from his homesickness for his friends and worry of what Voldemort might be doing to them. The desire to return to the future weighed on him greatly, but the Founders had kept him too busy to worry about often. Godric often reminded him that as there was nothing he could about the situation at the moment, he might as well forget it.

Godric spent at least an hour every day tutoring Harry and as a result, Harry had learned a great deal of magic that he had not even realized was possible. He had also learned that all magic didn't necessarily include pointing a wand at something and saying an incantation. Often, the incantation wasn't necessary. As Harry had gotten stronger and more experienced, he had found that he could combine spells or even create them.

Rowena had invested a good amount of time teaching Harry the Runic alphabet and language that still prevailed in many places throughout England, but most especially in the texts that Harry would have to consult if he was ever to find a way to the future. She further taught him Arithmancy as it would be necessary for Harry to use if he had to figure out a way to the future on his own.

The most important thing Harry had learned from the two Founders was the ability to learn on his own. Though Harry would never be nearly as diligent as Hermione when it came to education, he had learned how to seek learning and develop new skills without help.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were too aged and disinterested to participate in duels, but Harry had in his spare time taken to learning about the fighting arts and even having mock duels with the occasional student that happened to have talent. He did not know how good he had become at it, but he knew that he was at the very least better than he had been.

Harry now stood in front of window watching the rain and lightning darkening the afternoon. For the past several months, Harry and the Founders had been hearing rumors of goblin rebellions, vampire attacks, and worst of all, Dark uprisings.

Unrest had come to Hogwarts itself when Ravenclaw's daughter had come to visit her mother. Harry had instantly been able to tell that the relationship between them was tense, but had not expected the visit to end with Rowena's daughter stealing a valued possession. Things had only gotten worse when a local nobleman had taken it upon himself to pursue the daughter and ended up killing her in Albania. The nobleman had met his death on the way home. The ghosts of both now haunted the castle.

Ravenclaw's health had been broken by the grief associated with the aforementioned incidents. She was now ill enough that the nurse from the castle's hospital wing had to spend nearly every waking hour tending to the ailing Founder. This had left a great many responsibilities for Godric to handle, and he had become too busy to tutor Harry on a daily basis.

A small cough caused Harry to turn around from the window. Standing there was one of the prefects and a rain-soaked man that Harry didn't recognize. "Pardon the interruption," the female prefect said to Harry, "but this man just arrived and insists that it's necessary to speak to Master Gryffindor or Mistress Ravenclaw."

Harry looked at the man curiously. The man immediately spoke. "It's imperative that I speak to one of them. There's trouble."

"All right," Harry said. "I'll take you up to Godric's office." He turned to thank the prefect, but then realized that he didn't know her name. As a sort of apprentice to the Founders, Harry did not eat or sleep with the students, neither did he teach them. Consequently, he hardly knew any of them. None of them quite knew how to treat Harry. Most of them acted like he was a sort of secretary for the Founders.

He settled on a quick "thank you" for the prefect before leading the man up to Godric Gryffindor's office, the same one that Albus Dumbledore would use several centuries in the future.

They soon entered the office to find Godric dozing in the chair behind his desk. His hair was now a solid grey and his face looked far more aged. Harry hated to wake him, but Harry had decided that the matter was probably imperative.

At a poke from Harry, Godric started from his nap. "I'm sorry about waking you, Godric," Harry explained. "This fellow says he needs to talk to you."

Godric spotted the man in question and nodded. He seemed to have recognized him. "I'll speak to him." He picked up a sheaf of papers from the desk that had been folded, sealed, and addressed. "I don't suppose I could convince you to take these to the owlery for me?"

Harry took the papers. "I'd be glad to." He then exited the office, went to the owlery, and dispatched several owls with the letters. He felt vaguely guilty for sending them out in the rain, but he supposed that they could always take shelter en route if the rain bothered them too much.

Having nothing better to do, Harry decided to return to Godric's office. He found the Founder alone. Apparently the man had already left. Upon looking at the Founder closer, Harry noticed that Godric looked a little pale.

"Is everything all right?"

Godric didn't directly answer the question. Instead he looked at Harry for several moments before doing anything. The close scrutiny made Harry feel uncomfortable. Godric then took a ring from his finger. It was gold and had a good sized ruby set in it. "Have you ever seen this before? I mean, did you ever see this ring in the future?"

Harry looked at the ring closely. He had only noticed in passing that Godric wore a ruby ring but had never given it much thought. He was absolutely sure that he had not seen it in the future, though. "I never saw that ring before I met you," Harry answered.

"Are you sure?" Godric asked intently. "You never saw this ring? Are you sure that the man you call Dumbledore didn't wear it?"

"Well, reasonably sure," Harry replied. He didn't remember seeing it before, but that didn't preclude the possibility that Professor Dumbledore possessed it.

With this information at hand, Godric seemed to come to a decision. "Sit down, Harry. I have a few things I need to tell you."

Harry sat and looked Godric in the eye, not sure what was about to happen.

"That man brought some bad news," Godric began slowly. "I've taught you how to fight against the Dark, but I've never spoken of the Dark itself to you. Occasionally, there is such a thing as a Dark wizard who dabbles in Dark magic and may or may not cause some grief for those around him. However, some of those Dark wizards can become so consumed by the Dark that they become Dark lords."

Godric then proceeded to educate Harry about Dark lords, Dark magic, and the dangers of them. Frankly, some of the things that Godric told Harry were frightening and unsettling. It made Harry kind of sick to think of these things, but at the same time, he found them interesting because they explained a lot of things about Voldemort.

"I hope that what I've taught you since you came here had served to show you that the Dark can be consumed and overpowered," Godric said, concluding his lecture.

Harry nodded as it was indeed the case. The Dark could provide a seemingly easy path to power, but he had learned that given some hard work and study, there were other things that were far more powerful.

"The reason I brought this is up is that another Dark lord has risen," Godric told Harry carefully. "He calls himself Lord Moridane. This is a serious situation for Hogwarts. Moridane is one of Slytherin's grandchildren and he has inherited one of the counterparts to this ring." He held up the ruby ring he had asked Harry about.

A somewhat confused expression painted Harry's face. "I'm not sure I understand what you're getting at."

"When Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and I founded Hogwarts, we tied all the magical enchantments and wards to four rings; there was one for each of us. Slytherin's ring, the one in Lord Moridane's possession, is still tied to Hogwarts. Do you see how serious this is?"

"Yes," said Harry slowly. "Isn't there a way to cut the ring off from Hogwarts?"

"We've tried several times," Gryffindor informed Harry. "There's nothing that can be done."

Harry winced.

"It is in the interest of the school that Lord Moridane be defeated and the ring taken from him," Godric told Harry. "I can't do it alone, James. I need your help."

"Of course I'll help," Harry reassured Godric. "Hogwarts is practically the only home I've known."

Godric smiled at Harry. "Thank you. There's another thing too."

"What is it?"

"I don't know much about time travel, but I do know at least one thing. What you experienced at Hogwarts before you actually travelled through time includes the effects of what you have done and will do here," Godric said carefully. "You said that in the future, your headmaster doesn't have this ring. If he doesn't have it, someone does. I think it's you."

Harry's mouth dropped open and it took him a moment to reply. "Surely you're kidding."

"I'm not, James. I and the other Founders, even Slytherin, wanted Hogwarts to last for a long time when we founded it. From my point of view, the only way to ensure this is to entrust it to you when I'm gone."

"There's still Rowena," Harry said weakly.

Godric looked Harry in the eye. "I think we both know that I'm going to outlive her. Assuming we can defeat and claim Slytherin's ring, when I die, you will have all four of the Founder's rings. I want you to keep Hogwarts safe for us and keep it true to the purpose that we founded it for."

I can't do that!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm going to return to the future. I really want to help you, but if I don't return, Voldemort will kill my friends and probably take over Hogwarts too."

Godric smiled as if he had already won the argument. "Then take the rings to the future with you. Hogwarts will maintain a status quo if the rings are out of circulation. When you return to the future, you'll have the rings and be more able to defend Hogwarts from your Dark lord and possibly even be able to defeat him."

Harry was very distressed despite Gyrffindor's reassurances. "I really need to return to the future. I've already spent more time here than I should have."

"James, you have all the time in the world," Godric said to Harry. "You haven't aged a day since you came here. Haven't you noticed?"

Harry had noticed, but had tried to attribute it to other things.

"As long as you aren't aging, putting your return off a little long won't hurt. Eventually things will die down and you'll be able to peacefully return to the future and be ten times more able to fight your Dark lord."

It took a lot more convincing on Gryffindor's part before Harry finally agreed to look after Hogwarts once the last Founder died. Harry agreed to do so out of a sense of duty and desire to do what was right. He didn't feel adequate, but Gryffindor reassured him that he would do fine. For comfort, Harry reminded himself that if things went well, he'd return to the future before having to do too much with Hogwarts in the past.

Their conversation was just coming to an end when they were interrupted by the school's nurse who barged into the office without knocking. Her face was pale and she was panting. "Rowena is dead," she breathed.

Harry felt a sick feeling in his gut, but Godric only looked resigned. "Thank you for informing me," he said. "I'll be up in a moment to look after things."

The nurse left and as she did, Godric opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a small box. "I'm going to be gone from Hogwarts often in the coming month while I organize forces to fight against Lord Moridane. It's only common sense that I give you this." He pulled a ring with a yellow jewel out of the box and handed it to Harry. "That was Helga's ring."

Harry put the ring on and instantly an awareness of the entire castle descended on him. He could locate every secret passage, monitor every ward, and even spy on the students.

Gryffindor smiled. "A little overwhelming, isn't it? Don't worry, you'll only feel that when you focus on it and when you're within range of the castle. It's a boon for the sanity of the wearer and for our safety against Slytherin's ring. Surely you can see how important it is to take it from Moridane."

"Indeed," Harry muttered as he found a way to disconnect himself from the ring. Despite no longer being aware of every detail of the castle, he still felt the heavy weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

The war against Lord Moridane lasted for several years, though actual violence and fighting was only sporadic. Godric spent a great deal of time travelling to organize his various acquaintances into a sort of alliance to fight against Moridane. Harry spent most of his time at Hogwarts on guard duty in case Moridane came to Hogwarts unexpectedly.

Harry had Hufflepuff's ring and thus would be able to defend the castle against someone wearing Slytherin's ring long enough for Gryffindor to be summoned back. After Ravenclaw's death, the relationship between Harry and Godric had changed. Harry was no longer treated as a student or apprentice by Gryffindor.

At the beginning of the first semester following Rowena's death, Godric had assigned Harry to teach the first and second years Transfiguration and Potions. Harry had protested that he hardly knew anything about those subjects, but Gryffindor insisted that Harry would suffice and that eventually he'd find someone better qualified.

Harry wasn't a very popular teacher. He stuck largely to the textbook, and because he didn't do a masterful job of explaining concepts in class, students often had to spend more time on homework than they would have otherwise.

There was a great deal of contempt for Harry among the students as a consequence. Harry often walked into classrooms to find rude drawings of him alongside statements indicting him as Gryffindor's pet. It got so bad that Harry began to have a lot of empathy for Snape. The fellow teachers were somewhat hostile too. They were envious of Harry's position of trust with Gryffindor. As for both the students and teachers, it didn't help that Harry appeared to be only sixteen years old.

The first and second years were too shy to be rude to Harry's face, so Harry never realized how much he was disliked until he found himself standing in for Gryffindor in a seventh year Defense Against the Dark Arts class that he had actually been looking forward to teaching.

Harry had finished calling roll and was just starting into his lesson when he was interrupted by a loud cough. He looked up, found who had coughed, and then called on the student who happened to be Head Girl. "Yes, Miss Ollivander?"

"We were under the impression that you would just be here to supervise while we did homework from other classes," she informed Harry.

Harry was confused. "Godric told me that I was supposed continue your instruction with regard to advanced shielding charms."

Miss Mary Ollivander was not shy, nor did she pull her punches. "I'm sorry, but we were under the impression that you didn't know how to cast shield charms, or any other spell for that matter."

This caused outright laughter among the other students. Several made snide remarks that Harry could hear about his teaching abilities and what they'd end up doing.

"Are you saying that I'm not qualified to teach you?" Harry asked slowly.

"Yes," said Miss Ollivander. "I'm confident that I could teach this and any class in this school better than you."

Harry began to wonder if the Ollivander family had ever married into the Malfoy family. This girl was just about as irritating as one of them. After a few moments of looking around the class at the students who clearly did not hold an ounce of respect for him, Harry made a decision. "I'll make you a sporting offer," he announced loudly. "If any of you can best me in a duel, I'll let you teach the class. Volunteers?"

Naturally, it was Mary Ollivander who volunteered. Not even waiting, she stood and approached the front of the class, wand drawn. Harry noted that the wand must have been made by her parents or grandparents especially for her. He didn't think that he'd ever seen one so fine, especially compared to the one that the Founders had scrounged up for him upon his arrival several years previous.

He drew it, hoping that no one was looking at it too closely, but it was in vain. The girl looked at it and smirked, clearly communicating her opinion that his wand was trash. Harry ignored her and with a curt wave of the wand, the desks all moved, students still in them, to the sides of the room. Some of the students were surprised and perhaps even a little impressed.

He quickly made a token bow to the Ollivander girl. The two duelers then took up their positions, wands drawn, and in dueling stances. Harry's stance was one he had learned in the future, and as it was different, it caused a titter of laughter among the onlookers.

A student counted, and at the count of three they began.

Ollivander shot a strong stunning curse at Harry who casually stepped aside and rapidly shot two disarming curses that forced the girl to drop to the floor to dodge. Apparently she could have used Harry's planned lesson on shielding charms.

The curses slowly built up in intensity, at least on the part of Mary Ollivander. Harry's primary strategy was to dodge them and if possible, use simple curses to defeat her. Many of the students began to cheer for Ollivander, thinking that she was winning as she seemed to be putting on the better show.

She was pleased and broke her concentration to look at her fellow students. This prevented her from noticing Harry non-verbally place a slipping charm on the floor all around her.

Harry waited until she cast a particularly nasty hex in his direction and then rapidly shot half a dozen disarming charms while walking toward her. Naturally, the girl dodged and found herself face-down on the floor with the tip of Harry's second or third-hand wand jabbed into her neck. "I win," he said, almost coldly.

With the wand still jabbed into the Ollivander girl's neck and her face plastered to the floor, Harry looked at the class. "You will each be writing an essay on shielding charms, the difference between each extant version, and the theory behind each. It will be a minimum of five feet of parchment. I want it on my desk by tomorrow evening. If it is not satisfactory, you will be having an extra defense class with me on the subject during your next Hogsmeade weekend. You'd better get started now. Class dismissed."

Harry released the girl. She and the rest of the students evacuated the room leaving Harry alone in the space between the cleared desks. He was already feeling guilty. "Snape would be proud," he muttered to himself.

This changed Harry's status in the castle considerably. The teachers had even more contempt for Harry and the students outright feared him. From the corner of his eye, Harry caught Mary Ollivander shooting glances of outright hatred in his direction more than once. Harry's guilt and the fear of turning into Snape that it gave birth to drove him to become a better teacher. Within a month, Harry was at least as good as the other mediocre professors.

Harry continued to teach Defense classes often as Gryffindor's absences began to become longer and more frequent. Though Harry was feared and in some cases hated, the students began to develop respect for his talents in the area of Defense. Within a couple of months, he was regarded as being nearly as good as Gryffindor.

Harry would have preferred to be loved. The distance between him and everyone else in the era of time had caused heartache for him, and an increased desire to return to the future to be with his friends. He found himself missing some of the people he had not even known as well. For some reason, he found himself thinking of Ginny often. As he came into contact with more and more people, he began to realize that she was a very admirable girl.

Fate soon gave Harry a chance to redeem himself in the hearts of at least the students. The Christmas holidays arrived and most of the students and professors went home. Harry was left with a few of the more aging and almost senile teachers and about two dozen students.

The best thing about the holiday was that Harry did not have to teach any classes. He had therefore shut himself up in his office and was attempting to decipher an ancient manuscript from Egypt that had a few mentions of time travel.

Upon the death of Rowena Ravenclaw, Gryffindor had assigned Harry her office and quarters, a further point of envy for his fellow professors and teachers. Harry particularly liked the office, mostly because it was out of the way.

He was drawn from his study of the manuscript by someone urgently knocking on his door. "Come in!" he called, hoping that the visitor could hear him through the door.

The door burst open and admitted Mary Ollivander. Her robes and hair were in disarray and she was sobbing. She approached Harry's desk. "Professor, you've got to help me. Please."

Harry was surprised at her condition, but most of all at her calling him "Professor." Thus far, she was the first student to do that. "What do you need?" he asked, trying to be kind.

There was a bit more sobbing and blubbering before the girl could get it out. "My brother Tim has been kidnapped. We were in Hogsmeade and having drinks at the Hog's Head when two men grabbed him and used a Portkey to take him."

"Kidnapped?" Harry said slowly. "I don't understand. Who would want to kidnap your brother?" Tim Ollivander was a second year and one of the students that Harry liked more.

The girl sobbed that she didn't know and that she was sorry for everything she had ever done to Harry and begged him to hurry. Harry was perfectly willing to help, but she wasn't giving him enough information. The situation did sound urgent though.

Harry drew his wand. "Look into my eyes," he instructed. The girl was crying too hard and repeating her pleas to notice. He repeated the command loudly and she finally did. He was able to use his amateur Legilimency skills to get enough details about the incident to ascertain that the kidnappers were Lord Moridane's followers. They probably thought to hold an Ollivander child hostage to get more wands for Lord Moridane's forces.

Harry was unsure what to do. He didn't feel right leaving the castle. Gryffindor was gone as usual. He concluded that it was an extraordinary situation. Using his Founder ring, he ascertained the status of the wards and found a way to set them to alert him should anyone cross the perimeter.

Harry stood and used a Summoning charm to fetch his cloak. Mary Ollivander was still sobbing and saying all sorts of things that Harry didn't quite understand. He grabbed her and got her attention again. "Go tell everyone in the castle that they aren't to leave. If anyone crosses the perimeter, I'll have to come back regardless of whether I've rescued your brother.

The girl nodded and Harry made to leave, but she stopped him. She held out her valued wand. "You can take it if you want," she said.

"I appreciate it, but I'm used to mine," Harry said. "I'll be back soon."

When Lord Moridane's uprising had begun, Godric had keyed his own ring and Hufflepuff's ring to be able to go through the Anti-Apparition wards on the castle. Thus, Harry was able to Disapparate from his office to the Hog's Head.

From there, he was able to trace the Portkey that had taken the Ollivander child away from Hogsmeade. Harry followed and found himself in what would later be identified as Lord Moridane's principal base of operations. There, he came face to face with some of the horrors that the Dark can inflict on its victims.

Anger nearly consumed Harry that night and took him to the Dark. It was all Harry could do to grab the Ollivander child and Apparate back to Hogwarts where his anxious sister was awaiting.

Upon seeing her brother safe, Mary Ollivander let out a cry of joy and after hugging him, began thanking Harry profusely. Harry was too shaken to acknowledge anything. Though there was nothing particularly wrong with Tim Ollivander, he instructed Mary to take him down to the hospital wing to get them out of his office.

They left and instead of returning to his manuscript, Harry took a seat in front of the fireplace and was consumed in thought. When he had told Gryffindor that he knew that the Dark was no good, he had thought he had known what he was talking about. He had not had a clue. He had known the dance steps, but had not really heard the music.

Harry now knew in excruciating detail that anything Dark was the enemy and how important it was to fight it. Too many took the struggle casually. Few there were who understood how serious the situation was. What scared Harry the most though, was how close he had come to being consumed by the Dark through the spirit of anger. Ginny Weasley would later come close to that same brink. Only then, and only to her would Harry ever reveal what he had seen and felt that night.