And chapter 6 begins! I had a little trouble naming this chapter…but I think I did it right, haha.
Current Song: River Flows in You by Yiruma…it's also known as Bella's Lullaby, but no, I am not a Twilight fan.
So I got a suggestion by master999 and I will create a flashback scene of first meetings. I know I said it'd be in this chapter, but quite honestly, I don't think it would make any sense…I mean this is another action chapter so yeah…haha.
Some of you said you didn't want Ginny to join the trio in their quest. Well I will reveal that she won't – what I meant in the last chapter is that she's planning a way to help them without actually joining them – I mean, she doesn't know where they are, but she knows they're alive. She just wants to be a rebel, that's all.
I'll be writing for the next 20 days but until then, updates will take a little longer because my best friend is visiting me from across the world, so that's going to be fun!
& let's begin the chapter!
Harry stared down at the cup Lovegood had offered him. It turns out that the strange, gooey substance he was stirring in his cauldron was actually a drink. But Harry daren't touch it, let alone lift it to his lips. Once Ron had, he gave a look of utmost disgust so prominent Hermione kicked him behind the table.
"So, Sir Lovegood," Hermione said, breaking the silence and setting her own cup on the table, "do you know of the Godric Touch?"
"Oh, plenty," Lovegood said, and he reached for the kettle. "Many secrets lie in the book made to be kept secret in the library of Hogsmeade ….more?" he asked the three of them, offering the kettle.
The reaction was simultaneous; Harry said "I am quite fine" Hermione said "No, thank you" and Ron said "Not in a million years" (to which Hermione kicked him again).
"Where you youths not educated at, erm…Draconifors and Lapifors about the touch?" Lovegood said.
"No, sir," said Harry. "They daren't teach us ever since Riddle banned it."
"Oh, back in my days the Godric Touch was all we ever spoke about," Lovegood said, his eyes dreamier than they already were. "Back in my days when Albus the First was ruler of Hogwarts, where I resided there with my parents and when the Godric Touch was taught by only the most brilliant teachers."
"It sounds like quite a touch," Ron pointed out. "I hear it's abilities overcome the Salazar touch."
"Which may lead me to my next point," Lovegood said. "The Salazar touch, also known as the 'Avada' is the death touch. Only one with the darkest soul will be able to fully produce it and take another's life – that is, unless the victim or a certain hero –" he glanced at Harry, "can overcome it with the Godric Touch. I look to you, Harry, because there is a legend told on the outskirts of Hogwarts – in it as well, but those who speak of it are immediately sentenced to death."
"What is it, Sir?" Hermione asked ever so curiously.
"It was told…back in my days, of course…that a certain dark warlock would be at large after the death of a mighty leader, in this case, King Albus…that this warlock would eventually seize the throne and no peace was to be made as long as he was in rule…but people spoke of a prophecy, a prophecy which stated that a young man, the son of a knight and a lady, the one who would be most personally affected by this warlock, would seize the throne using the Godric Touch, and declare peace over the kingdom of Hogwarts." He finished his tale with an air of confidence, pleased of his story telling.
"My mother spoke of this tale to me," Ron said. "Me, my sister and my brothers grew up around this tale."
"It is told and passed down to children," Lovegood said. "But not spoken in public, unless you want your head held as a decoration in the dungeons of Hogwarts."
Harry swallowed and Hermione wore an expression of digust.
"You," he turned to Hermione. "Was this tale not told to you?"
"My parents are shunned upon," Hermione explained. "They are incapable of magic and Riddle tends to bring prejudice against their type."
"Another reason to perform this touch to him," Harry interjected, and Hermione smiled weakly.
"As for the Godric Touch," continued Lovegood, "there is another catch to find the incantation."
"Apart from running away from Riddle, escaping a group of thieving bandits and camping out in the middle of the forest, I conclude that there is another obstacle course," Ron said, face-palming.
Lovegood was unfazed by his response. "The book can only be opened by one key."
"Key?" Hermione said. "I don't understand – it is a book, not some sort of trunk."
"But I am not speaking a natural, metallic key, crafted by blacksmiths," Lovegood said. He paused. "My Luna was quite right when she said that you are unimaginative and close minded, young lady."
Hermione looked slightly offended. "That is how I am."
Lovegood nodded in response. "This key has been reported to be in many different sights – some of which, have proven to be traps. So I cannot help you there, in the location of this key."
Harry looked taken aback. "Do you not know of who knows of its location?"
"Lady Sybil," said Lovegood. "Her headquarters reside in Hogsmeade. But be warned…nobody has tried to obtain the key, and survive."
"Well, we thank you highly for your help," Harry said, standing up as an indication to Ron and Hermione that he was ready to leave. "Do you mind helping us to the way to Hogsmeade?"
"Go straight from my hut, and the gates of Hogsmeade will lie before you," Lovegood recited, as if from a poem.
"Thank you, sir," Hermione said, as Ron rose from his chair. "If it means any help…when we do know the incantation and Harry will be able to defeat Riddle once and for all, we will return to you Luna."
Lovegood smiled to show them his approval. Harry, Ron and Hermione gave one last wave before walking in a single file out of the rook-shaped home and proceeded to their horses, tied to a fence and feeding on the grass surrounding them.
"That was useful," Hermione said, or rather hummed as she walked ahead of them to mount on her horse.
"Useful?" said Ron, walking over the horse and untying its rein. "If I wanted to know about some key, I would rather ask somebody else – all that old wart told us was that it's hidden in places we are not to visit."
"But still," Harry said, as he jumped atop his horse. "It was bit of help. Now, we must head over to Hogsmeade and find this seer, Lady Sybil, and learn all we can about some key."
"Next thing you know, there will be something else involved," Ron scoffed, mounting on his stallion before Hermione. "Which way did he say Hogsmeade was, again?"
"Straight ahead of his house," Hermione said. "Do you ever pay attention?"
"No," said Ron carelessly. He kicked his horse and it reared up, before running to the direction Hermione had indicated. Harry followed closely behind, and took one last glance at the rook-shaped home of Sir Lovegood before continuing on.
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Ginny skipped down the road she would normally skip down with Hermione, Ron and Harry; ever since their eerie disappearances she was responsible of taking herself to and back from school. That morning at Lapifors was so dull she received extra homework for falling asleep – the town was starting to believe Harry, Ron and Hermione to be dead, or lost in the woods. Riddle would not speak of it, her family and the Order would not speak of it, even though she was very keen to. She thought of Harry alone…his dark hair, his shocking green eyes…oh how she wished she had confessed before his disappearance of how much she was fond of him.
The Order believed that the trusty trio was still out there, planning a return. Ginny believed that. But it was sometimes belief that got people killed in Hogwarts.
She shook her head wearily and suddenly bumped into a long, lanky figure; her parchment and books went flying everywhere. "Oh! I am so sorry, I was not looking where I was going…"
The figure helped her with her books; she looked up to see that he was gangling, and had a round face. "Here are your books."
"Thank you," she said. "I apologize once more."
"I take part of the blame," the boy said – he looked about her age, maybe older. Definitely a Draconifors boy. "My mind was elsewhere."
"Mine as well," said Ginny. She held out her hand. "I am Ginevra, or Ginny Weasley, from Muggle & Burrow."
"Pleased to meet you," he said, taking her hand. "I, too, am from Muggle & Burrow. Neville Longbottom – you must know my Grandmother, her son worked for the order until…well…"
"Alice and Frank Longbottom's untimely deaths," she finished. "Are…are you their son?"
"Their one and only," he said. "I've heard about you and your family…would you care to walk with me? I am off to Muggle & Burrow."
"Gladly," said Ginny, and they walked together towards the horizon.
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"They are off too Hogsmeade, seeking the location of the key by the deranged seer, Lady Sybil," he said one word after the other. "They wish to use it to open the book containing the incantation of the Godric Touch. That is all I wish to say."
"Yes, yes," Riddle said, a wide smile forming on his face. He turned to Lucius. "It turns out you will be of use after all, Lucius. Go and inform the captain of the guard, Rowle, that we will be requiring his assistance…tell him to monitor the surroundings of Hogsmeade village. It seems we have caught our little heir after all."
Bellatrix cackled as Lucius stumbled and then left the room.
Riddle turned his attention back to the trembling figure speaking. "What is his name?"
"Harry Potter," said the prominent figure of Sir Lovegood.
Cliff-hanger! DUN DUND DUN!
Fortunately for the trio, Lovegood did not reveal anything about what Harry looks like. You'll see why soon enough! XD
Oh and did you like that part where Ginny meets Neville? Don't worry; they're not going to become an item. Ginny and Harry still have a thing for each other.
And that's about it. Not much action, I'm sorry, but chapter 7 is currently in development!