Disclaimer: I don't own it; just having a go at fanfiction to see if I can em-provvvee my Eeng-lish.
Dreamer's Note: No, I won't call myself an author. Every half an hour before I sleep, I'll have some idea popped up in my mind before I drift away in my slumber. Sometimes, I wrote and deleted paragraphs after paragraphs just to suit my plot in the future of the story. I'm not very good at writing a poem or such thing, so mostly when witchcraft is mentioned in my story, I'll just say, some verses were chanted or the incantation was there, but not the thing itself. Bear with me.
The True Journey of Harry Potter
Chapter 11 – Messages from Avalon
Early morning the next day, the Dursley residence found a message or rather a letter flourish written in ink and parchment hovering above their dining table in the kitchen. Petunia's scream woke the rest of the household. Vernon and Dudley ran down in pajamas while Marge took a better grace waltzing downstairs.
Dudley took the liberty to read the letter to everyone.
Dearest Petunia and family,
It is I with sorrow to inform you that Harry has to postpone his return for a while longer. As to which extent, we are quite unable to specify. It was due to grave news, which I do not have anything else to say other than that as I am writing this, Harry has gone into a comatose status for quite some times now.
As you might know, for Harry has informed us, that the time in Avalon proceeds slower than the outside world. I would like to tell you what had happened once he arrived seven months ago, which was last night in your time.
There was something disturbing the boy when we saw him then. Harry has been practicing meditation to connect to his magical core and also the ambient magic surrounding. He found, while in his/your home, that there was something amiss. He could not quite express or discuss about it with you. His magical research found nothing, be it witchcraft, wizardry, or any other magical means. However, he was sure it had something to do with his scar. I would proudly say you all have been a very good family to the boy. He was concerned whatever it was could harm or might worry you, thus he has not said a word.
My husband and I talked him into telling us and once we did some diagnosis spells, what we found out was very distressful. Really, what a disturbing piece of magic, it was so that we told Harry, under no circumstance he would be able to find anything about it, either written or printed. However, there were some tomes we are sure scattering around the world that we unable to come across.
What I am about to tell you was knowledge long gone from the face of earth. It would seem that this is not the case, though we have believed we did wipe it off. Anyway, Marge, as a witchcraft mistress, you should know about the magic classification in terms of intents and wills. Dark and light magic are neither good nor bad, rather its intent. However, there were, no, we should say, are Dark Arts that by all means evil. Darkest of dark, purest evil acts is the thing we are facing here. Being a dark witch myself, I do not even feel it worth mentioning at all. Just remember that, the procedure of casting this particular act requires evil deed, to kill innocent's life just to split a soul fragment of the caster and place it in a container.
We have surmised that the caster was none other than the self-proclaimed Dark Lord Voldemort. Either he did it intently or unknowingly, we cannot be sure. Rest assured, we, that is, Harry, my husband and I have decided to get rid of the detestation as soon as possible. Leaving it in its place would bring nothing but harm and the longer the worst.
Harry has gone through a special set of rituals administered by my husband, your great-grandfather (many greats removed) Nicholas, his wife Penerelle and myself. It was a purification ritual - body, mind, soul and magic cleansing. Harry was in instant pain continuously from the start till the end. I am ashamed to see my heir went through without much help we could do. Despite Harry insistence, I felt and still feel heart-broken to hear his screams and cries.
He was unconscious since the end of the 6 hours long ritual and it is already 3 weeks past. I am sorry to say I am at the loss for words.
Please forgive this old woman for whatever blame she knows she deserves. I wish I could bring you all here to be with him, but it could not be done so. I will try my best to send you any update on Harry's conditions every once in a while.
Regretfully,
(Signed)
Morgana Le Fay
Silent crept into the kitchen of No. 4, Privet Drive. Dudley was struggle forcing down his own tears while Petunia and Marge were crying openly. Vernon, the only man with his emotion under control, walked up to try comforting his wife and sister. Dudley moved closer to his father for a bit of comfort too.
"What should we do, Dad?" he asked timidly.
Vernon just shook his head not knowing himself. "Let's just pray for him, Dudley," he said getting nods in reply from the others.
Vernon called his office and Dudley's school for their absences. Breakfast was long forgotten until Dudley's stomach grumbled. They had a late brunch and retreated to the living room just sitting taking turns comforting each others.
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In the office of Hogwart's Headmaster, several trinkets and devices were gone crazy again, just like the last time about five years ago. However, this time, the owner of the office was there to witness it along with his familiar or at least the human believed.
Fawkes was expecting something like this. His brethren, Felix, had sent him a warning telepathically that Harry Potter, the Magic chosen, was about to go through several rituals that might end up in the monitoring devices the old man had set.
Albus Dumbledore was surprised. Several items were giving screeching noise, some puffing with red smoke. One in particular was brightening in green, killing curse green, before became pitch-black. It could mean only one thing and he dreaded to think of the reason. Pulling out his wand, the elder wand he got after defeating Gellert so many years ago, he started casting a long incantation to widely testify all objects on the shelf where he placed the monitoring charms on.
The one with red smoke was monitoring Harry's magic; showing the red smoke meant his magic was reduced to a dangerous level, either he was severely injured or death. The screeching device was the boy's health monitoring and the globe that was laminating a few second ago was for the boy's life. Panicked, he went straight to his lit fireplace and thrust the floo-powder into the flame. "Arabella Figg!" he shouted. Putting his head into the fire, Albus looked around to find no one there. He cried out the names a few times with only silent answering him. He growled annoyingly and decided to travel to the house himself. Once he got through, he found the house empty, not even those cats were there. He was about to walk out of the house and head to Privet Drive when Mrs. Figg old car stopped in front of the lawn.
"Albus," She stated wide-eyed, "what a surprise! Something's wrong?"
The old man seethed inside while showing his common grandfatherly face, "disturbing news, Arabella. Don't worry though. Where have you been, if I may ask?" He berated himself for the first bit of slip.
"Oh, I went to the vet," she replied walking up to him. "What's the matter?"
"Harry Potter," Albus said the name only to get a confused look from his employee. "How's he as of late?"
"Well, yesterday's his birthday, Albus," she said opening the door and dropped her stuff, "he looked fine if a bit too thin. He doesn't go to school so I haven't seen him walking past my house much. I haven't babysat him for quite a while. So, there's not much I can report other than my normal monthly report I sent. What… is there anything wrong with the boy? Why are you here and suddenly ask me the question?"
"No… no, my dear," he smoothed his way around, not wanting the old lady to start asking what he did not want to answer. "I'm just stopping by to see how he's doing. That's all."
Arabella was not stupid. The old man had never once asked more than her report not even showed more interest to this level. There must be something, but she would never show her curiosity. "Very well, then. Would you like some tea, Albus?"
"Thanks for the offer, Arabella," he said but waved off, "but I'm leaving for another meeting. There's no need for this month report, dear. I'll deposit your monthly payment in Gringott for you tomorrow."
"Thank you," she said watching him walked away to the direction of Privet Drive. Her eyebrows lifted up and knew immediately there must be something disturbing him. Why on earth he would walk that way. A meeting he said, pish posh, he could have used her fireplace if he was in such a hurry. She would have to check with the boy, but that can wait since Albus was doing it himself.
Albus disillusioned himself before walking swiftly to the house number 4. He checked the wards he put around the house and saw that they were still up. The blood ward was quite strong, too strong to his taste. It seemed the jinx inside the house might wear off or Harry had a twisting way of affection to his relatives' treatment. He looked straight into the house using his spectacles' special option; see-through-solid objects. He found the Dursley sat having lunch, a bit too early, he added. However, Harry Potter was not there. He looked up at the bedrooms and found nothing amiss. The smallest bedroom, where he believed was the boy's, was empty and showing that the boy did not get anything more than a necessity, no luxuries, not even the muggle devices like in the other bedroom of the Dursley boy; just as he had wanted.
When Harry placed his own addition to the wards surrounding the house, he had put up the runic ward, which would conceal the house from prying eyes. Apart from the common wards for household like bug-repelling, fireproof, waterproof and anti-theft; there were wards to conceal magic used inside the house and its boundary, only leaving the odium jinx items to show. His repelling runes were set to repel most unwanted and uninvited people with ill intent, but in a very subtle way to not arouse any suspicion. Lastly, he set up automated runes that would act upon finding the specific listed people. Unfortunately for Albus Dumbledore, he was on the list. The runes infused in every particle of the housebound empowered by the ambient magic and it became sort of an invisible sentinel. The intent scan was made and found the old man wanted to see its master. The intention was not classified as being ill, but the man's intention of having its master as a pawn was not missed via the impassive legilimencing property of the sentinel. The old man's spectacles were fooled to show its master's form sitting in the toilet.
Albus sighed in relief; it seemed his monitoring devices were giving false alarms seeing the boy looked fine with his own eyes. He turned and upon looking around and found no muggle in the area, he disapparated with a very low crack. The old man never noticed a pair of dark blue eyes watching his every move. Felix gave a puff and fluttering his wings before he flamed away.
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News of Harry's coma reached his friends in mid-afternoon. The Grangers and Finch-Fletchleys drove directly to the residence packing a few extra clothes as they decided to keep company to their family's friends. Mr. Androix had gone to a business trip in Egypt, but had told them that he would be right back joining them as soon as his negotiation completed.
At five that afternoon, a note appeared in the living room. The inhabitants of the room rushed to the middle to get a good look at it. Dudley, once again, took the job as the reader of the short note.
Dear family and friends,
Just a quick note to tell you that Harry is getting conscious very so often, but still yet to fully awake. His vital signs show promising development and we held high hope. His magical core, once diminished after the ritual, has grown up to its previous size and still growing. The channel grew triple as the last time I checked. It was quite unheard of that the core and the channel could develop into such state.
I will write more once we have got a better idea what is going on with him. His great-grandfathers are doing research on it. Do not dwell much upon his state. He would not want you all to worry about him. Keep on a happy mood and doing things you will talk with him once he goes back to you.
Best Regards,
Penerelle
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That night, after the children were forced to bed, with much resistance, the adults sat having a late tea.
Petunia knew she could not and should not say anything about Avalon; only the immediate family member knew of it and it had to remain like that. Anyhow, Avalon's own magic was also forcing the secrecy. The only explanation she could give was that Harry had gone to visit his other family in the magical world that Petunia knew about but could not say more. There, Harry was sent to a medical diagnosis for his physical and magical health. It was soon found that he was tainted with some kind of Dark Magic at his scar, a cursed scar as it was. And the ritual had gone slightly out of hand and he ended up unconscious.
However, the last letter, though gave them some relieves, the Dursley were in fact getting more worried. Calculating the time different, which would means Harry had been in coma for months, almost a year and a half, to be exact.
There was flash in the middle of the room sending everyone into full alert. A note flew down on the table with a very short sentence written.
Someone will make a visit soon.
Hope filled their hearts. Smile forced its way on the men's faces while tears started to leak down on the women's.
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Ending Note: I just came back from my trip and feel I should post these last 2 chapters before I forgot; so, what do you think? I'm starting the next chapter (12) at the moment, but the plots are running away from my mind right now. Let me have some rest and we will see the true journey updated regularly soon. Thanks for reading. Please review!
