YEA new chapter! Again! Wow I'm on a roll...for now. ;p
I'm like the response to this, I wasn't too sure if people would like this story but I seem to be getting some positve feedback(would adore more though)
On another note- I HAVE NEVER BEEN TO THE BRITISH MUESUM! I want to go so badly though! All the information I got was from their website! (I tried to stay true to their floor plans!)
After leaving the Egyptian exhibit he paused in front of a pair of stairs.
Ok where to next then? Hmm…well I've seen the downstairs Egyptian exhibit sooo maybe something a little more eastern?
And that's how the next few hours were spent. Harry moved from one exhibit to the next, absorbing all the information his brain could handle, which was to say a lot. He didn't even notice when the sun outside started to dip down and cast the sky into a deep crimson color.
He'd visited the Middle East, Asia, Americas exhibits on the ground floor. After that he'd moved up and seen the Ancient Greece and Rome exhibit on the lower floor and had to literally pull himself away from that. It had been fascinating to see the Greek and Roman Architecture.
For some reason it filled him up with a nostalgic feeling.
He'd then continued to move upward, where there were more exhibits of Ancient Egypt and Greece and Rome, these exhibits seem to cater more on certain people or events and time.
By this time it was getting very close to closing time, most of the people around him were the singles and college students working last minute on term papers and such. All the groups that had filled up the place had left about 2 hours earlier.
Right now he was in the Europe section looking over the medieval devices; he found it funny that some of the devices that he saw in the glass cases he knew for a fact that wizards still used.
Gods Wizards are so behind in the times…I mean really you'd think that maybe they'd adapted a little bit with all those Muggle-borns but nope, nada. They are still in the dark ages. Ha I bet if I tried to use a pen or some lined paper I would get stared at like some kind of zoo animal.
Shaking his head at the stupidly of wizards Harry was just about to turn away to leave this part of the exhibit but something caught his eye before he could fully turn around, if he hadn't been turning at an angle he would have totally missed it.
There was another door that was stationed alongside the south wall; it was half hidden by one of the exhibits so if you weren't looking straight at it you'd miss it.
Cool I wonder what's in there. Maybe it's an extension exhibit of European campaigns or some kind of monarchy of past leaders, I don't think I've seen anything like that yet.
With that thought Harry walked towards the doorway, as he walked closer to it he began to feel something strange, his whole body started to tingle and hum. It was almost like…a pull of some sort. Like something wanted him to go into that room.
No…needed for him to go into that room.
Harry paused as a feeling of uncertainty filled him. The moment that he stopped walking though the pull seemed to get even stronger. The humming that filled his head got louder making Harry feel the need to pop his ears in an attempt to release the pressure that was building up in his head.
I wonder what it could be-maybe some kind of magical artifact? It might be able to sense my magic and is responding to it. Yea…that sounds plausible.
Trying not to pay attention to the fact that he was having a hard time reassuring himself Harry continued towards the door.
Just because something odd was happening didn't mean he wouldn't go in, it might be a bit reckless but hey that's what he did best after all.
Charge into situations that he had no idea what was in store for him and since he was still alive and kicking he had to accumulate that Lady Luck liked him, not at all like the bitches called Destiny and Fate.
As Harry stood in front of the door he noticed a small sign towards the side.
Exhibit Closed for Remodeling
Only then did Harry notice the small line of rope blocking the door.
Well that explains why people are ignoring it; hmmm I wonder what's inside? The sign for the exhibit information seems to have been taken down.
Making sure that no one noticed him going in he quickly opened the door and slipped inside, closing the door silently behind him.
The first thing that Harry noticed was how dark it was in the room, there weren't any windows in the room and the lights were off, only a few emergency lights were turned on letting off a soft glow, which cast everything that was in the room into shadows.
Huh well so far so good, this isn't spooky at all…right. Well my eyes should adjust to the lightening soon enough. I can't risk turning on any of the overhead lights. Hmmm…so let's just see what this room is all about.
But before he could take even one step forward he was startled by an intercom blaring to life.
Locating the rude instrument on a near wall Harry listen absentmindly to the announcement.
"Attention all guests the museum will be closing now in five minutes, if you would please head to the exit now. The museum will be closing for the weekend for some remodeling. Thank you for coming and we hope to see you again. Thank you and have a good day."
The message repeated itself two more times before clicking off.
"Damn it I didn't even notice the time!"
Harry cursed to himself as he heard the people in the other room start to shuffle off towards the elevators and stairs.
That would mean it was already 5:30 in the evening and the Dursleys weren't coming till sometime tomorrow to pick him up.
Well I guess I could…hmm I don't know. If I get caught I'll be in big trouble but-it's either hide here and sleep or find a park nearby and slept there and chance getting mugged by some random hobo.
Just the thought of some dirty homeless person grabbing him decided for him.
I guess I can hide out in here till everyone leaves at least. Hmm the night guard might still check this room. I better hide behind something.
After a few more seconds Harry's eyes adjusted to the gloomy lightening.
Oh wow.
Clocks from every time period decorated the room. From an old stone sun dial to a modern digital. They all lined the room, some on their own stands and pedestals and others were lined up high on the wall.
Harry couldn't believe he hadn't noticed all the noise when he had come in, clicks and ticking noises were constant. Some were in sync and others chimed at different times.
For some reason though the constant noise didn't bother Harry, to others it would become maddening in only a few minutes but the constant telling of time…it was strangely comforting.
Walking further in the room Harry gawked at all the different time devices. He noticed that there was only one other door leading to the room and it was on the other side of the exhibit.
Trotting to the door he paused.
What if there are people on the other side? Hmmm…I got to be really careful I'm not seen if that's the case.
Harry needed to see what was on the other side, just in case he needed to make a run for it.
Opening the door a crack Harry peeked through, seeing what was on the other side harry let a small smile out.
It was the stairway, which was both good for him and bad, if the night guard caught him he could make a break straight for the first floor and the doors leading outside, but it also made it hard to predict what floor the guard would be coming from.
Closing the door he turned back around and started to look for a good place to hide and sleep. He could still feel the pull in the back of his head, like a bad buzzing sound.
He decided to stay clear of where it wanted him to go, at least until later tonight when he would be sure he wouldn't be interrupted when he went to investigate.
Finally after searching for the perfect hiding spot he stood in front of a huge grandfather clock, it was so big that Harry had to crane his head back to look at its face. Looking at the small description card next to it he read that it was the largest of its kind.
Hmm well it might not be a five star hotel but it'd be safe enough.
Mind made up Harry walked closer to the huge clock, it had a deep chime so deep that as close as Harry was to it he could feel it in his bones.
Stepping over the rope that kept tourists from touching it he opened the door in front of the clock. He found a huge space in which he could easily fit into. The only small problem was the moving pendulum that was moving back and forth. He'd have to make sure that it didn't hit him getting inside.
Just as Harry was about to go inside he froze.
Was that?
…? It was!
Harry could hear them-heavy booted footsteps were headed this way. It sounded like they were just in the other room headed towards him.
Shit Shit Shit!
Harry quickly scrambled inside of the clock and closed its door behind him, he made sure to crouch low enough so that the swinging pendulum didn't hit him.
And not a moment too soon, because the moment that he clicked shut the door behind him he heard the doors for the clock exhibit open.
"Man I hate these exhibits, they're so boring."
A gruff voice echoed in the room.
"I mean really who would want to look at all these stuffy clocks anyway? It's waste of space if you ask me!"
Harry held his breath as the man walked around and grumbled to himself.
Harry could see through a slight crack in the wood a light shining.
It must be that guy's flashlight and what does he mean about the clocks? I think their brilliant!
Harry's eyebrows lowered as the man continued to grumble.
Well what does he know? He probably hasn't even had a proper education. Clocks are brilliant and spectacular, without them we would just be primitive apes!
Harry froze mid thought.
Wh-? What's wrong with me? Why am I getting so worked up? I mean sure the guy's being a rude ass but that's no reason to get so mad and why do I feel bad about the primitive apes comment?
Finally after a few more minutes of tenses the man left.
Finally I thought that ape would never leave.
Ignoring his weird name for the man Harry shuffled around till he was in a semi-comfortable position.
Well I'll get a few hours of sleep and then I'll check up on that odd feeling, at least the humming has stopped.
With that last thought Harry fell asleep, aided by the deep ticking of the clock that surrounded him.
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