Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (how it should have been)
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Hello, gentle viewers. Last chapter, we had poor Albus eating in the great hall, meeting a few new people (it's my fanfic, so I take pleasure in creating characters), and we found out that it is a bad idea for a person to edit their writing at midnight after they've taken sleep meds. I apologize to those who read that mistake filled chapter before I had the chance to fix It. But enough about bad editing! Lets go see what Harry and Albus are up to! In this chapter I intend to have some normal Hogwarts weirdness, and then start dropping the plot. Fair warning, this chapter will be waaayyy longer than the others have been.
Chapter 6
THE STONE DOORWAY SWUNG WIDE to reveal a large chamber within. There were no windows. The room was lit by torches bearing green tinted flames. It seemed that they were under the lake, for there was a sort of ever changing textured light dancing slowly through the room that resembled light through water, and clearly had nothing to do with the emerald torches.
The Slytherin flag was up on one wall, and there was one fireplace with normal fire set into the far wall. But the thing that would impress any was the snakes. There were hundreds of them decorating the room. From small grass snakes to large Boas, they were everywhere, and they were extremely lifelike.
"Ok, let me show you to your dormitory" called Gavin. He led them to two doors set into the wall on the far left from where they had walked in.
"The door on the left is for men, and the one on the right, women. You go up the stairs to the second from the top door. Good night, and make sure you get to breakfast on time, as our head of house will be passing out timetables."
With that, Gavin swept up through the boys door, up the staircase, and out of sight. The rest of the first years split up, some of the girls waving goodnight to their new friends. Rubbing their eyes, the first years trudged up the spiral staircase, to the door of their dormitory.
They shuffled inside, and stopped. It was lit with a warm glow. There were six four-poster beds with silky curtains. Albus saw one that had his trunk laying next to it, and his cage complete with a sleeping ferret in an open space under his bedside table.
"There, see, you're just like everyone else" said a small voice in his head.
Albus walked over to his bed, and noticed a dark window next to it. This puzzled him, as they must've been miles under the school. He quickly dismissed the thought. It must be enchanted in some way.
Looking at his watch, Albus saw that it was nearly midnight. He bent down, opened his trunk, and pulled out his snitch pajamas and his toothbrush.
He turned to the door that he assumed led to the washroom, but stopped as he noticed two portraits on the wall. Both were empty.
Walking cautiously up to them, Albus saw that they were labeled. He began to read the first one.
"Hero of Hogwarts, Slytherin House: Regulas A. Black. During the first war, Regulas was one of the Death Eaters, but quickly changed to our side, giving his life to a very effective way to fight Voldemort."
Albus realized that this was his fathers godfathers brother. Though it did not say what he had done to help bring about Voldemorts downfall, Albus knew about the Horcruxes. He turned to the second empty portrait, and read that description as well.
"Hero of Hogwarts, Slytherin house: Severus Snape. Through both wars, he was a Key piece in the downfall of Voldemort, as he was an effective Double Spy for our side. His life was lost at Voldemorts hand, although the dark wizard never suspected that Snape was a spy."
Albus grimaced. They did a poor job, in his opinion, explaining what had happened. This was a man so brave and important that Harry had named Albus Severus after him.
Albus looked up from the description card and jumped.
A man had appeared in the painting. A man with a hook nose, sallow skin, greasy black hair, and cold black eyes.
"Well well, what do we have here?" Asked the man, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I-I'm sorry, sir, I was just reading. Er, I guess I'll go, then" Albus stuttered, backing away from the portrait. To his supprise, Albus saw the man smile.
"No, no. There is nothing to apologize for, Albus. Hmm, you have her eyes, you know."
"What d'you. . ." Albus began, but the man, still smiling slightly, had walked sideways out of this frame, and disappeared.
Baffled by this, Albus walked away to brush his teeth. When he was done, he slipped into his pajamas, and collapsed on his bed, asleep in moments. Had he not been as tired as he was, he might have noticed that Snape had reappeared in his portrait, and that his eyes did not leave Albus until well into the morning.
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Albus was awoken the next morning at around 9 by Ali, who was shaking him .
"Al, hey, Al! Wake up or we're gonna be late."
Albus groaned and sat up, scrunching his eyes against the morning light streaming through the enchanted window. He struggled into his robes, which somehow now had the Slytherin emblem on the front. The two left the common room yawning and stretching. They had found a lone 5th year, and were following her to the Great Hall.
As soon as they walked into the hall, several people ran up to Albus.
"What happened?" Asked James.
"Why are you in Slytherin?" Questioned Rose.
"Mate, I thought you didn't like Slytherin either!" Exclaimed Scorpius.
"Guys, I don't know! I asked the hat not to put me there, and I have no idea why it did" Albus answered. He was in no mood to try and explain what had gone wrong, especially as he had no idea himself. "Anyway, I need to eat, and I should be getting my timetable soon."
Grumbling, his family left Albus, heading back to their table. James shot a furious look at Scorpius, who had stayed behind.
"Let's go. I'll sit with you" he said, already walking towards the Slytherin table.
"Wh-what?" Albus asked as he and Ali sped up to catch Scorpius. "Sit with us?"
"Well yeah. I'm your friend, no matter what house we're in. And you can't have wanted to be in Slytherin. I mean, did you see your face when the hat put you there?"
They arrived at the table. The three of them shoved their bags under it and sat down. They then loaded up their plates with bacon and hot cakes.
"So who're you?" Asked Scorpius, looking at Ali.
"Alistair Leonid" he said, "but I go by Ali."
"I'm Scorpius Malfoy. Don't worry, I don't bite" Scorpius said, catching the look Ali gave him when he heard the name "Malfoy".
There came a loud rustling from overhead. Every head in the hall turned to gaze upwards as hundreds of owls with mail rained down, as though there really was no ceiling.
It took only a couple of minuets. Albus had told his parents not to write too often, and received no mail. Ali's parents were muggles, and could hardly send a letter by owl. Albus was surprised that Scorpius had received no mail either.
"I told dad that I wanted to write to them first" he explained.
"Ahem" came a deep voice behind them, "are you Albus Potter and Ali Leonid?"
They turned around and saw the old black professor Adama standing there. He eyed Scorpius's Gryffindor robes, but said nothing.
"Yes" said Albus and Ali together.
"Your timetables" he said, holding out two bits of parchment. "Try to be on time."
He shuffled off back up the table. Scorpius excitedly pulled his own timetable from his pocket. "Let's see yours then!"
Albus looked down at his. He had Charms with the Hufflepuffs first, then Herbology with the Ravenclaws, then lunch, and Potions with the Gryffindors (he and Scorpius exchanged grins), and Double Transfiguration, also with the Gryffindors.
"Welp, we got two classes together today." Scorpius stretched and stood up. "We should get going. Father says its a pain to try and find your classes on the first day. We should leave early."
They left the hall, carrying the remainder of their breakfast (Scorpius headed off in a different direction). They went up a large marble staircase, and ran into a ghost. He was dressed in medieval attire, and his head seemed to be wobbling.
"Hey, hey! Sir!" Called Ali. The ghost turned, eyebrow arched. "May I help you?" It asked.
"Yeah! Can you point us in the direction of the Charms room?" Albus called.
The ghost floated over to them. "I, Sir Nicholas De Mimsy Porpington, could do that, yes. It's up that staircase over there. No, that one! Yes. And you just go down the corridor it comes out at, it's the 3rd door on the right. Good day." He responded, and as he said the last two words, he grabbed his hair and pulled, causing his neck to tip off his body like one would tip a hat. A few centimeters of skin was all that kept the head attached to his 'body'. smiling, the ghost replaced his head on his shoulders, and floated away.
Ali turned wide eyed to Albus.
"This place is wicked! C'mon, let's go!" The two set off up the staircase that the nearly headless ghost had pointed to. But as they got to the top, something odd began to happen. First, the bell signaling the end of breakfast and the start of their first class echoed through the school. And at the same time, the staircase that they were at the top of began to move away from the wall and the corridor the pair was supposed to go down.
"What the heck!" Albus cried, grabbing onto the rails.
"How are we gonna get to class?"
"We're going to have to jump!" Albus said as the sound of feet from students began to fill he school.
"What?! Are you insane!" Cried Ali. The staircase was now several feet away from the corridor, leaving a square hole in the wall.
"Do you want to be late to our first class?"
Without waiting for an answer, Albus took a running leap, landing in the corridor. He turned in time to see Ali land behind him, panting.
"Ass! Come on, lets get going!" He gasped, and the two sped down to the third room on the right.
It was the perfect picture of a classroom save for the large white feathers sitting on the desks.
The two took seats at the back as other students began filing in. When everyone was seated, their teacher entered the room from his office. He was very short and extremely old.
"Good morning class" he squeaked in a high voice, "I am professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher. In my class, you will learn how to proform many of the charms, spells, jinxes and hexes that you will need to know as witches and wizards. Now, I will begin teaching you today, even though this is the first day of school. But before we begin that, there is one quick thing that I must tell you.
"It is odd for the 3rd of September to fall on a weekend, but as school starts on the 2nd, and it is tradition to start learning the very next day, we are indeed beginning today. You need not worry, as you normally have weekends off, and will not have lessons tomorrow."
The small old man gave out a huff, then walked up to his desk. Behind it, there was a stool with a stack of large books set on it. The tiny professor climbed them, and stood up. It seemed to be the only way he could see over his desk.
"We will start," he said, "with the levitation charm. Please produce your wands."
The room was briefly filled with the sound of shuffling as the students pulled their wands out of their bags. Albus bent over to retrieve his own, which was Mahogany, unicorn hair, and 11 inches.
"Good, good! Now, the spell for making objects fly can be difficult the first few times, but then, what spell isn't?" Exclaimed Flitwick cheerfully. "Please follow these simple instructions. Concentrate on making the feathers before you fly, then swish your wand and end that swish with a flick. At the same time, recite the incantation 'Wingardium Leviosa'. Alright. Good! Lets give it a try!"
The students began waving their wands and shouting the enchantment. As they were sharing a feather, Ali and Albus took turns trying it out. Albus found it very frustrating. It seemed to be a simple enough spell, but no one so far had succeeded.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ali cried, waving his wand extravagantly, and flicking it hard several times.
"Stop it before you hurt someone!" Laughed Albus as he watched his friend flail his arm around.
"Let's see you do it, then!" Ali said, grinning. Albus picked up his wand, and looked at the feather. An alien feeling of confidence swelled within him. This was easy! He could do it! He knew he could.
Grinning, Albus gave his wand a swish and a flick, and called out "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The feather floated up high above their heads. He could feel the magic in him. He could feel that he was meant to do magic. Albus turned, beaming, to Ali, whose mouth seemed to be on the floor.
"Oh! Look class. Potters done it!" Flitwick squealed. "Take 10 points to Slytherin!"
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Harry woke up at 8 that morning. He rolled over, but only got a blurry view of an empty was already up. Her Quidditch team had long practices that started early.
He pulled on his robes, pushed on his glasses, and walked down to the kitchen. Ginny was there reading the 'Daily Prophet' and buttering herself some toast. As Harry walked in she said "long night?"
"So you knew about that, huh?" He asked her, pouring himself some coffee.
"Oh, I expected you to want to use the room to check on them tonight. You've been worried about how they'd do for a while now. So? how are they? I want a full report" she replied, raising her glass of orange juice and smiling.
Harry sighed and pulled together his courage. "Al's in Slytherin." Ginny looked up at him, eyebrow raised.
"And, uh, is that a problem? I know it's not the best house, but supposedly they're better than they were in our time."
"No, I know, I know. It's not bad, but I'm surprised. He was so worried about being put there. I gave him some advice, but still that's where he was put. And I can't shake this feeling that something else is wrong."
"Hey, it'll all be fine. Remember what we talked about last night?"
Harry nodded, then said "anything interesting in the post?"
" Oh, an owl came for you. I almost forgot." Ginny pointed to the kitchen counter, where a letter addressed to Harry lay.
He picked it up and opened it. His eyes scanned the page and he groaned. "You remember that wall at Durmstrang? Well a representative is meeting me at the Ministry. He's going to take me there to have a look, see what I think."
"You're going to Durmstrang? Well, send me a postcard. And it's supposed to storm today, so that's gonna be a fun practice." Ginny replied.
Harry grunted as he bit into a piece of toast. "It says I'm to meet him at 9:15. I have a few other things at the office to deal with, so I've got to go now. I'll see you later."
Ginny stood up and gave him a quick kiss. Harry then stepped back, and turned on the spot, vanishing with a loud CRACK!
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Harry reappeared a moment later in a swirl of green flames at the Ministry of Magic. He ran to one of the elevators, which, once he was inside, zoomed off to his level.
Stepping into his office a few minuets later, Harry sat down. He had received updated reports on both muggle firearms and the possible location of an Azkeban escapee. People were getting out of the wizarding prison much more often these days, as wizards no longer employed the foul Dementors as guards.
Harry became so enveloped in his work that he wouldn't have noticed that it was 9:15 if not for a memo that came zooming into his office to tell him that the Durmstrang representative had arrived.
Sighing, Harry went to meet the man, who was thin and wrapped in furs. They spent 20 minuets going over the usual secrecy that Foreign schools he dealt with always wanted to impress on him. He was to go side along apparition with the man so that the schools secret location was not divulged, and he was to attempt no spells to enable anyone to find the school in any way.
Finally, the time had come for the two to go see the damage at the school.
They walked to a Ministry designated apparition/dissaparition spot, and Harry grabbed the mans arm. The man immediately twisted, and the two went through the usual minuet of feeling like they were being squeezed through a tube, then appeared on a high, frozen mountain top in the courtyard of a castle much smaller than Hogwarts.
"This spot has been made only temporarily open to apparition, to save trouble for your arrival." Harry's companion told him with a slight accent.
"Where's the wall?" Harry asked.
"Follow me" said the man. They began walking toward the far side of the large courtyard.
"Where are the students?" Harry asked.
"Our term starts in two days" the man replied.
When at last they reached the courtyard wall, Harry could see the problem. Chunks of heavily charred stone had exploded outward from where there had once been a wall. Now there was a charred hole that led into a hallway.
Harry bent down and picked up one of the blackened bits of rubble, his hands chilled. He began muttering spells, testing theories for 15 minuets before throwing the chunk back onto the ground.
"Well, there is one thing I can tell you" he said gravely. "The magic that did this to your supposedly indestructible wall, it did not come from an outside source."
"What do you mean?" Snarled Harry's companion.
"What I mean is that the wall itself was the cause of the magic. In other words, the wall destroyed itself."
The man looked puzzled. He opened his mouth, and began to speak, but Harry heard none of it. So unprepared was he for what was happening that he cried out and collapsed onto the ground. He dissaparated a second later, his head racked with pain. He could hear the man roaring in outrage as he saw Harry leaving, but Harry did not care. He was more terrified than he had been in nearly 20 years.
Harry reappeared in his empty house, and bolted to the portrait room. He unlocked it faster than he had ever done, and dashed inside.
"Ah, Harry. You will be pleased to know that Albus seems fine." Said Snape.
"Shut up!" Harry panted. "Listen! Go to your paintings! All of you! Put everyone on alert! There's no time to lose!"
"Harry. What has happened?" Dumbledore asked him calmly.
"My scar hurt for the first time since I killed Voldemort!" Harry yelled. Dumbledores eyes widened with supprise. "All of you! Go! You heard the man!" He cried, and all of the portraits ran out of their frames.
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Hey guys! Long chapter compared to the other ones. Lets hope this one lacks the mistakes that chapter 5 had at first.
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