A/N: I've forgotten a disclaimer in my previous chapters, as I don't really expect anyone to think that anything relating to Harry Potter Canon belongs to me, but just in case, I'm not currently in the possession to the rights of Harry Potter etc
A/N: I've forgotten a disclaimer in my previous chapters, as I don't really expect anyone to think that anything relating to Harry Potter Canon belongs to me, but just in case, I'm not in the possession to the rights to Harry Potter etc. Blah Blah Blah. Anyway, I have good news and bad news,
Bad news first, I officially spend way too much time reading other people's fanfiction instead of finishing my story.
Good news, I have become fairly widely read of other people, so I become more and more certain of my plot's uniqueness. Other good news, I started this chapter way sooner than the last one, yippee!
Without further ado, I present to you,
Harry Potter and the Hostility of Hospitality Chapter 3:
Albus leaned back in his chair, and was quiet for a minute. Then he said, in a sad voice, "I think I shall need to see Harry sometime soon."
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Somewhere far away, in an enormous, dusty library, a man was hunched over a thick, old tome of arcane knowledge. The front was covered with swirling, complicated, runic designs and it appeared as if the inside was quite similar. If you understood these runes and if you had looked at page 354, the page the figure was scanning, you would of seen equations and spell designs intended to disable wards. The specific ward the page was describing was well known to members of 'The Order of the Phoenix.' It was commonly known as the Fidelius charm.
After several moments of intense concentration, the only sign the man gave of success was a bit of a grunt. He began to write in a different type of runes on a small, green muggle-produced notepad that he carried with him. He used an emerald green, muggle ball-point pen. When finished, he carefully closed the tome and said, "Return."
His voice was deep and soft. As he spoke, it almost seemed like he was singing. The book that he had been studying recently moved upon its own accord and returned to a shelf high in the air above him, slotting into a empty slot between two books and causing a plume of dust to blow out over the aisle. The books on the shelf were all old, and most were written in different languages. The aisles of books seemed to stretch far into the distance, to the horizon, with no end in sight.
He walked over to the card catalog to search for another tome of knowledge, and ran his hand through his dark hair. Sighing, he muttered, "Almost there."
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Albus knocked politely on the door to 12 Grimmauld Place and waited, and waited, and waited some more. After about 10 minutes, a woman with flaming red hair opened it and suspiciously looked out. Her face showed signs that she had been crying quite a bit recently, and her eyes were red and puffy.
"Oh, Headmaster! I'm sorry, I should've come faster!" the woman said excitedly.
"That's okay Ms. Weasley, it's understandable under the circumstances." Dumbledore replied. "However, I would like to see Harry fairly soon, as I have many questions that need answers."
"Of course, sir, He's in Sirius' old room. Follow me please." Ginny led the way up to the third floor as the door shut behind Albus with a soft thud. Waiting outside the room, she opened the door and gestured for Dumbledore to walk in.
The old man sat down on a recently conjured, squishy chair. As he sat, it made the noise often associated with the passing of wind. Grimacing slightly, he apologized, looking for a reaction from the room's occupant out of the corner of his eye. When he got nothing, he let out a small sigh.
The object of his attention was sitting upright in a large four-poster bed, studiously examining a spot on the wall. Just to make sure, as the man seemed very entranced, Dumbledore checked to see if there was something on the wall. There wasn't.
Shaking his head, Dumbledore began talking to Harry, asking about what had happened, how he was, if he was happy to be free, what he was thinking and whether he was angry. Despite the old man's coaxing tone, there was no response forthcoming.
After nearly twenty minutes of a one-sided conversation, Albus sighed, about his hundredth in the last five minutes and said, "Harry, my boy, please come here, I think it would be best to examine you to see if you are in decent health."
The man quietly, mindlessly obeyed, and as he moved, Albus saw what Alastor had mentioned, the magic centered in the quiet man moved into the limbs as the moved, making them perform what was asked. When Harry got close enough to Albus, Dumbledore stood up and said, "Are you in pain anywhere Mr. Potter?"
As expected, there was no response. Dumbledore sighed and cast some diagnostic charms to see what was wrong. The charms impacted upon the quiet man and amazingly, were absorbed, making the magic attached to his thin frame grow slightly.
Dumbledore's eyes widened. His mouth made a small 'o' shape in surprise. He tried another harmless charm, and the same thing happened.
Albus shifted into scientist mode, he cast a mild transfiguration spell, intended to change the object of his studies into a Gorilla. This time, the spell was absorbed and the magical 'pool' grew to an extremely large size. Intrigued, Albus tried a low level jinx. It hit, was absorbed, and the room suddenly smelt of ozone, as a large electrical charge was released. The walls, floor and ceiling were scorched. The bed turned black and crumbled into a small pile of dust. The door flew out into the hallway, impacting upon the opposite wall with a large bang. The armchair that Albus had conjured got sucked into the magical maelstrom that had been created and was converted to magical energy that simply increased the destruction.
Dumbledore was lucky to be alive. It had happened so fast, he barely had time to react. He had conjured an earthen dome to protect him from the abomination that had been created. After about a minute, he let the shield down, and checked on Harry again.
Despite almost being killed, all Dumbledore said was, "Very intriguing, Harry, that was quite like the effect of a lightning bolt mixed with a bomb. Yes, quite interesting." The still silent and apparently unscathed man was simply standing there, in the exact same position as before. The only difference was that his magical core was back to its original size.
It was then that he heard the shouts of the Weasley family as they ran toward the source of the loud noise and shockwave that had shaken the house. After placating the family by insisting that both himself and the man they all were worried about were fine, he left to record the results of his experience.
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Well... shortest chapter yet, I'm not proud of that, but luckily, I am almost done planning out the plot and simply have to write it out now.
Did I make the explosion exciting enough? I'm really trying to hint at how this will turn out without simply telling you. The only problem is that my idea is so wild that it will be hard to get unless you have about ten more major hints.
Here's a major one, If you'll check, the man released from prison has only been referred to as Harry by people… ponder on that. (If you find a place where this isn't true, please, please tell me so that it can be fixed.)
Oh, and I would love a critical review of my story and writing style, if some feels like attempting to improve upon my ridiculous lack of skill.
R&R please.