Chapter Six: Shift on the Wind
Title: Harry Potter and the Phantom Hourglass
Chapter: 6
Author: Hikari no Vikki
Genre: Action/Adventure/Fantasy
Parings: Sorry, only frivolous friendships for now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own the pieces of text I've taken from the book. I don't own Legend of Zelda either.
Description: Crossover with Legend of Zelda. The Phantom Hourglass has been handed down since its beginning, until finally it makes its way into the hands of a boy named Gabriel. He fights alongside Harry Potter, and soon discovers a darkness that has been waiting to exact a deadly revenge.
Author's Notes-
I'm not dead! Technically I've just been updating on other stuff, which you should really consider checking out, but anyway, I now have all seven books so if I keep writing this using some fanfics and the books, I should be able to finish these fics in a couple decades or so. Basically, this is how I wanted the series to go. I've been fantasizing about what my little mage-boy is going to be able to do for Harry.
EDIT: I need a new beta. One of my fics has the requirements in it somewhere…you'll just have to search for them.
NOTE: I also don't know where the rooms of each classroom are, so I'm going by the GBC version of the Sorcerer's Stone game.
Gabriel had been contemplating the sorting hat's message the night before; h would be the last to look after the Phantom Hourglass. What on earth did the sorting hat mean? But other than his confusion, he was as happy as a lark, chattering with everyone the next morning about various topics that varied from what pranks the Weasley twins were planning this year to the classes people were having.
Boy, were they interesting classes indeed.
"Potions first thing Friday?" said George, looking over Harry and Gabriel's shoulders, "I really pity you. Good luck surviving him!" Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Surviving who?"
"Professor Snape, the Potions teacher. Meanest git in the history of the world," said Fred, trying to cheer them up a bit, "Just be glad it's not a double class, otherwise I'd have to pity you too! Oh wait, never mind, I do pity you. It is a double!" He left and went back to this seat, laughing at his own joke.
"Not very funny," said Ron, who sat across Harry, "I heard from a second year that he chews you out before you even get through the door. I don't fancy going to his class." Gabriel scoffed. "Me either, but it is required." Ron dully nodded, his face slightly pale.
"Not too bad a selection, though. What's Transfiguration?"
"Transfiguration," said a voice behind them, "is the art of turning one thing into another. It's supposed to be quite simple, really." They all turned around, Ron looking up from his baked potato.
It was Hermione Granger, the bushy-haired brunette that they had seen the night before.
"Oh hello Hermione," Aria said, sitting next to her brother, "care to join us for breakfast?" Hermione smiled, happy Aria had asked her. "Sure, but I'll sit on the other side." She went around, and then sat on Ron's left, in front of Gabriel. Ron seemed a bit miffed at her sudden presence, but said nothing.
"So what's Transfiguration again? I mean, who teaches it?" Gabriel casually cut the glazed ham he was eating.
"You met her last night, when you were being sorted. Professor McGonagall." Gabriel's left eye twitched. "Wouldn't want to be late to her class… a professor and deputy headmistress?" He scoffed lightly. "I don't fancy lighting her fuse," Gabriel said under his breath.
Hermione gave something akin to a snort. "Very likely. Someone like her's bound to have some seriously high standards. And there's Herbology, the study of plants, Professor Sprout teaches that, Defense Against the Dark Arts; Professor Quirrel, Broom Flight Class, Madame Hooch-"
She was interrupted by a nudge in her side. It was Ron.
"Why isn't she called a professor?" Hermione was annoyed that he had interrupted her, but answered his question.
"I don't think she's a registered teacher. She also teaches Quidditch, a sport, not a class, so that may be another reason. Continuing, there's Charms, spells that add attributes to the user or object being used, and that's taught by Professor Flitwick."
"He's supposed to be this short bit of a man, right?" asked Ron, curious. Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. "I suppose." Ron settled in his seat again.
"The last class is History of Magic, is taught by Professor Binns, he's a ghost."
"Cool," said Aria, "we get to be taught by a ghost!"
Hermione gave another snort. "Not quite. He talks really slow, and occasionally falls asleep in class, making everyone else fall asleep too. I suggest you take notes as often as you can."
"I think I'll take you up on that," Aria muttered. Harry grumbled. "A class you can sleep in. Just what I wanted." He set his head into his hands and sighed.
Gabriel shook his head as he continued eating, Hermione pulling out her copy of Magical Drafts and Potions. Ron was of course, still miffed that she was sitting there, and excused himself to go to the boy's lavatory.
"What's eating him?" asked Hermione.
"I don't know, maybe he's not fond of cooties," Aria joked. Harry and Gabriel laughed as Aria flashed a grin at Hermione, who couldn't help but giggle a little.
"Hey, I got you to laugh!" said Aria, still grinning.
"I got to give you bonus points for that, sis," Gabriel whispered.
.oOo.
"This is great, just great. First day and we can't find the bloody class!" Gabriel, Harry, Aria, and Ron were trying to find their first class of the day, and were, quite simply, lost.
"What IS our first class?" asked Harry, glasses askew, hair ruffled.
"History of Magic," Aria answered, reading off the scroll they were given to find their classes with.
"And where is that?" Harry asked.
"No idea," said Gabriel, flicking off a piece of lint on his robe, "but we'd better find a way soon, otherwise we'll be late."
"Well it's Professor Binns class anyway," Ron reasoned, laughing shakily, "he's a ghost, you see, and my brothers say he can't give you a detention. He'll just scold you." Aria snorted. "Even if you're fifteen minutes late?"
Ron laughed shakily. "Guess not. Good point."
"Well come on!" Gabriel yelled, as he was now at the end of the hall, "let's find where that classroom is!"
"More importantly, find out where we are," Aria muttered under her breath, pulling the class scroll away.
"I think we're on the first floor… right Harry?" Silence. "Harry?"
Aria and Ron looked around, and found Harry talking to a third year Hufflepuff near a ballerina statue and Gabriel talking to a fourth year Ravenclaw at the far end of the hall near the stairs.
"Wow," whistled Ron, "they're fast." Aria chuckled dryly. "He's fast when he wants to be, Gabriel. Wish he'd be like that at home when he's doing the dishes." Ron laughed. "He hates chores, too, huh?" Aria nodded. "Feeling's mutual. Fred and George do the same thing." Aria shrugged. "Brothers, can't live with them, can't live without them."
"Exactly," Ron agreed. "Now let's go catch up with those two before they leave us behind."
"Right!"
They finally caught up with Harry and Gabriel, panting and clutching their belongings.
"So," Aria began candidly, "what did'ja find out?" A sweet but dangerous smile was on her face; the look of strained patience.
"Well," began Harry, not noticing the look, "I found out that it's on the fourth floor. What about you Gabe?" Gabriel smiled. He had seen Aria's look, and knew what it meant. "There are secret passageways hidden in the castle that can be used to go up or down several floors," he said slowly, "and I found out where the one that we can use to get up to the fourth floor faster is."
"Not up to the fourth floor directly?" Aria questioned.
Gabriel shook his head. "No. Though there is one, it's on the second floor. We don't need to go there, now do we? Come on, this passage is on the next floor!"
.oOo.
They managed to survive their first week, which had no classes in the dungeons, to the Gryffindors' relief.
Charms class was indeed taught by Professor Flitwick, a man so short he had to use books to see the class so that he could teach. Every meal after his class a clumsy freckled boy named Seamus tried to turn his water into rum, often with exploding results.
Herbology was taught by a stout, plump witch named Professor Sprout. It was usually with the Slytherins, and at least twice did either Crabbe or Goyle had to be saved from the man-eating vines in the back. Gabriel and Harry couldn't help but laugh at their expense. Hermione usually shook her head and Ron and Aria snorted and went back to work.
Transfiguration was a very surprising class, with the infamous Deputy Headmistress McGonagall teaching it. Right off the bat, she started giving the whole class a lecture, and when Harry and Ron arrived late to their second class with her that week, she gave another about tardiness, twice.
It was Friday before they knew it, however, a day that everyone had been looking forward too, and dreading. That day they had the afternoon off, which they used to visit Hagrid, but speak of the devil, this particular Friday had the dreaded double potions lesson. This did not bode well for the young Gryffindors, who were well aware of this teacher's dislike for any house other than his. To make matters worse, potions classes were held in the dungeons, and were taught by Professor Snape.
From what Gabriel had observed the day he'd met him, Professor Snape was tall, and his hair was greasy. He was rude and insensitive, and thought nothing better of any other house other than Slytherin, of which he'd learned he was head of house of. He didn't seem to know what a smile was either, until he saw Draco. Bloody teacher's pet. Well, just another reason to hate him.
Gabriel saw that he didn't like Harry either, the moment the entered the classroom. He started asking him questions, left and right, questions obviously, only Hermione, who was sitting next to him, knew. Gabriel hated it, and glared every time he insulted Harry, but surprisingly, it wasn't Gabriel that cracked first.
"Greasy git," Aria hissed under her breath.
"I'm sorry?" Professor Snape responded, whirling on her, glaring.
"Nothing sir. The bacon I ate this morning didn't settle well with me," Aria replied coolly. She did her best to give him that sheepish I-said-nothing look. Snape scoffed and turned back to the board.
Gabriel decided he hated potions.
The class that day was only about a supposedly simply potion that cured boils. Everyone was paired into twos, and once that was said, Gabriel clung to Harry immediately.
"No, Harry, you don't use Bicorn Horn for this. You use this," Gabriel held up some thick, purple powder. "Octopus Powder." Harry looked puzzled. "How do you know? That's not on the recipe…" Gabriel shrugged.
"I just know." Harry took the powder and began to put some in hesitantly.
"Not so much!" Gabriel hissed.
Snape watched this spectacle all the while. The boy has a knack for this art, no doubt. Too bad he's in Gryffindor. He started walking around again, watching for obvious mistakes.
Said obvious mistake presented itself no less than a second later when Seamus's and Neville's potion blew up, melting Seamus's cauldron, sprouted boils all over Neville, and spilled out across the classroom which had everyone on their stools in seconds.
"You should've told him not to add the quills, Potter," Snape said to Harry after the potion was clear of the floor, "you were right next to him."
"Oh, are we supposed to help others in this class now?" Ron's voice sounded behind him, Snape quickly turning around and proceeded to scold him. Aria, however, was faster, proceeding to whack the back of his head after saying, "You dolt! You do what you're told, no matter what it is!"
Snape shot Aria a rare smirk, and then it disappeared.
"I admire your bravery, Silverwings. 1 point to Gryffindor. As your punishment, Weasley, you must go find the ingredients for Longbottom's antidote. Two portions of beetle's eyes, one portion of snake fangs, and one portion of boomslang skin. I suggest you hop to it; this must be completed before class ends."
With that, Ron left, grudgingly, cursing left and right under his breath.
.oOo.
After that day, Gabriel never wanted to go to another potions class. Ever.
But they were required, and there was something about mixing the potions with a dash of something there and a bit of something here that seemed to thrill him. Perhaps it was the unpredictability of it.
Yes, perhaps that was what it was.
The three visited Hagrid later that day.
When they knocked, there was a bit of clattering, barking, and frantic scratching and Hagrid opened the door, holding onto this big, black thing by the collar.
Upon close inspection, Gabriel found it to be this strange lump of a dog; huge, slightly misshapen, but loveable.
That love found its way all over their faces, practically drenching Ron in dog slobber.
"Ugh," he groaned, "I'm gonna stink of wet dog for weeks."
Gabriel chuckled, having gotten only a little bit. "Yeah, we won't let you into the dorm," he chuckled. "That's not funny Gabe." Gabriel just laughed.
"C'mon in boys, make yerselves at home."
Then another voice sounded as they entered. "I probably should leave shouldn't I?" They looked up.
Harry recognized him as the man that had been there at the train station the day the left.
"Dad!" Gabriel ran up to him, excited. "Whatcha doing here?" His father laughed and ruffled Gabriel's hair. "I'm here cause I need to be. Work and stuff. You know the drill." Gabriel nodded. "So you got to go?" He nodded.
"Thanks for bringing me the paper Peter," Hagrid told him. "Well, off ye go."
Peter chuckled, shaking his head. "Same old Hagrid. Yeah, yeah, I'm going."
And then he left, just like that.
"That's my dad," Gabriel told Ron, who was still awestruck. He shook Ron a little. "You alright?" Ron shook his head. "Yeah. That's your dad? Man, he's cool."
"Cool don't even cut it," Hagrid said, "he's an Auror. The best of the best, too. You gonna be one of them someday, kid?" He nodded his head at Gabriel, who blushed. "I dunno… maybe." Hagrid laughed. "Real important people them Aurors."
"Yeah," Ron echoed.
"So," Hagrid said to Harry, who's your friend?" Harry's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, this is Ron. Ron Weasley."
"Another one, eh?" Ron scowled a little. "No, it's alright, I was jus' wonderin' if you were anythin' like your brothers." Ron paled. "God, I hope not. Any of them." Hagrid laughed.
They all sat down at Hagrid's table when Harry got a good look at the headline on the paper Gabriel's father had brought.
"Hey, Hagrid, that's the same day we were at the bank. What does it mean?" Gabriel looked the article over. It said something about a break-in at Gringotts. "A break-in?" Gabriel mused, "Gringotts is like the second strongest unassailable place in Britain…"
"Eh, I dunno." And that was all he said on the subject.
Gabriel had a sinking feeling that Hagrid wasn't letting on all that he knew. He was hiding something. Not one to pry, Gabriel stayed silent, though he knew Harry would be less inclined.
Indeed, Harry also wondered what it all meant. Hagrid had emptied that vault of its contents. Had that package he'd taken been what the thieves had been looking for?
Unfortunately, he knew he wasn't going to get any answers anytime soon.
Vikki: Is done! Finally!
Yami Vikki: And it only took you how long to realize you were this close to being done?
Vikki: I have no idea… but, I'm done! Cookies to those who review.
