Dis Lexics vault of Secrets
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And we're back in the Vault for another entry. This time its not an answer to a challenge but a silly little idea I had while doing my chores. Its a series of short 'clips' I suppose you could call them. Its not really meant to be taken seriously so take it as the crack it is and enjoy! Just a note, for the perpous of this story, I'm changing Harrys hair color to red.
Lets all Meet Again.
Reincarnation. The belief of rebirth after Death and a central point of Buddhism. There is of course no guarantee that you will be reborn as a human. You may end up as a Water Flea, a barnacle or a hermit crab. Why is it limited to sea life? No reason. Anyway, this story isn't about people being reborn as mollusks, but a group of friends who, despite everything, managed to end up together again. Sort of.
"Congratulations, its a boy!"
The new mother gently took the tiny baby from the arms of the nurse, smiling down at the little bundle as her husband rested a bandaged hand on her shoulder with a proud smile on his face. The baby was fairly unremarkable as babies go and had a small tuft of red hair on his head.
"What should we call him?" asked the proud father.
"Harry," said the new mother, "Harry James Potter."
Eleven years later
Harry Potter entered the Robe shop with an odd sense of trepidation. He had just had the oddest day of his life, having been informed he was a Wizard by a giant of a man, dragged around a magical shopping district, discovered he was famous for something he didn't even remember and discovered he was disgustingly rich to boot. Now Hagrid, the friendly giant showing him around, was off to get a 'pick-me-up', leaving him to get his robes on his own.
"Hogwarts dear?" asked the proprietor, "Got the lot here, another young man being fitted up just now, in fact. "
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face, dark green hair and yellow eyes was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yep," said Harry, glancing at the boy.
As he did, he was hit by a strange sense of Deja Vu, as if he had met this boy somewhere before.
"Say, do I know you?" asked Harry.
"I don't believe so," said the other boy, "Draco Malfoy, but you can call me God."
Harry deadpanned at the other boy.
"God?" he asked.
"Of course, what else would you call me?" asked Draco haughtily as Madam Malkins assistant finished with his robes and he stepped down from the stool.
Under the robes, Draco was wearing a white dress shirt, black trousers and a black jacket. He grabbed a black cap from the chair and put it on his head before leaving. Harry watched the other boy go, feeling for all the world as if he had met him before.
A few days later saw Harry walking through Kings Cross with an extremely annoyed expression on his face as he looked at his ticket.
"God damn it, why couldn't Hagrid tell me where the platform is?" he grumbled under his breath as he pushed his trolley through the crowd.
As he did, someone brushed past him, humming a tune that seemed to spark something deep inside, causing him to stop short and turn around, just in time to see the crowd part and reveal a girl with short, silver hair, dressed in a pure white sundress and hat stood in a clearing of people as the sun shone through the skylight and lit her up like a spotlight. Harrys breath caught in his throat at the sight. The girl turned, allowing Harry to catch a glimpse of yellow eyes, before vanishing into the crowd heading in the direction of Platform 9.
"Hey wait!" yelled Harry, pushing his trolley after the girl.
Following the girl was difficult as the station was quite crowded and Harry had to maneuver his trolley through the crowds while keeping the girl in sight while she didn't have that handicap. After a short while, the girl reached Platform 9 and headed towards one of the barriers that separated it from Platform 10. Harry, who was up on one of the bridges across the tracks, paused and watched as the girl walked up to the barrier and passed straight through it. Harry blinked, before making his way down to the place where she vanished and poking the wall with a finger, watching as it passed through seemingly solid stone.
"What a stupid idea," muttered the 11 year old, before pushing his trolley through and finding himself staring at the scarlet steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express.
Harry moved through the crowd, looked around for the girl he had followed through the mass of people. He was so distracted with his fruitless search that he didn't look where he was going and ended up running into someone, knocking them to the floor.
"Ow!"
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," said Harry, helping the person up.
It was a girl Harrys age with shoulder length, brown hair held back with a headband with a mint green ribbon attached to the right side and sea green eyes. She was dressed in a pink top and a dark blue skirt, with a pair of black tights and black shoes.
"Man watch where you're going," grumbled the girl as she accepted Harrys offered hand, allowing him to help her to her feet.
She got a look at Harrys face and blinked in confusion.
"Wait, do I know you?" she asked.
"Em, I don't think so," said Harry.
The girl leaned forwards and studied Harrys face, before shrugging.
"Eh, must be my imagination."
"Hey Hermione, what's keeping you?" shouted a boys voice from the train door nearby, "Come on, I've got us a compartment."
"Coming Neville," said the girl, Hermione apparently, before turning back to Harry, "Hey, you want to join us?"
Harry shrugged.
"Better than looking for an empty compartment."
"Great, I'm Hermione Granger, nice to meet you," introduced the girl, holding out her hand.
"Harry Potter, its a pleasure," replied the BWL, taking the offered hand.
Hermione did a brief double take at his name, before she lead Harry onto the train and into a compartment that was already inhabited by a few people, including a couple of upper years.
"Hey guys, I found us a new friend," said Hermione, "Everyone, this is Harry Potter."
There was some muttering from the occupants of the cabin at his name, but Hermione ignored it in favor of introducing the kids.
"This is Neville Longbottom," she said, indicating to the boy sat next to the door.
Neville got to his feet and shook Harrys hand with a cocky grin on his face. He was a fairly well built kid with the look of an athlete and had neck length hair that was an unusual shade of royal blue and eyes that were the same shade as his hair. He had a friendly aura about him and was wearing a red t-shirt and a pair of black trousers.
"Hes just as lazy as he looks, but sometimes he pulls through," continued Hermione, making Neville facefault.
"Hey, thats not a compliment!" he yelled, only to be ignored as Hermione moved on with her introductions.
"Hes Cedric Diggory," said Hermione, indicating to an older boy with dark brown hair, generically handsome features and a friendly smile, "His special skill is he doesn't have one."
Cedric grinned and shook Harrys hand.
"That guy over there constantly straightening his glasses is Zacharias Smith," said Hermione, indicating to a bespectacled boy who kept fixing his glasses, "Hes actually not that smart."
"Pleasure to meet you, please call me Zach" said Zach.
Zach was a slim boy with black hair, dark blue eyes and glasses. He was wearing a white shirt with black trousers.
"This is Tonks," said Hermione, indicating to an older girl with pink hair who was sat next to the window, "She doesn't like her first name so don't ask. Shes actually the lead singer in a band in school."
"Nice ta meet ya," said Tonks, waving at Harry as her hair turned green.
Aside from her colour changing hair, she had dark purple eyes, a rather 'hem' well endowed figure that was accentuated by her tight black T-shirt advertising a band called Girls Dead Monster and tight blue jeans.
Harry was distracted from starring as a blond kid with a red bandana abruptly appeared in front of him.
"Dance to the beat man!" he yelled, spinning in place.
"Er, I don't dance," said Harry.
"Thats how he greets people," explained Tonks, "He calls himself TK and no one in school can figure out exactly what his deal is."
"Exactly how high is this guy?" asked Harry as TK continued to dance in place.
"Anyway, the girl sitting in the shadows is Su Li," said Hermione, indicating the the previously unnoticed oriental girl sat in the shadows, "And I think thats everyone."
Harry quickly heaved his trunk up on the luggage rack and sat down next to Neville as the group started up a conversation about school, with the upper years answering questions for the younger ones about Hogwarts, although they all remained tight lipped on the sorting. Eventually, the train began to move. The conversation meandered around several subjects, from the classes at school, to Quidditch, to music. They were interrupted at one point by the lunch trolley and then once again by a rather...odd person.
It was shortly after lunch time and the group of teens were enjoying the small pile of wizarding treats Harry had bought when the door had slammed open, revealing an 11 year old boy with purple hair and eyes and tanned skin. He was wearing the Hogwarts uniform without the robe and had a rather large Halberd in his hand. Yes, as in the gigantic axe.
"WOW WHAT THE HELL?!" demanded Harry, recoiling from the axe wielding boy as he was the one sitting next to the door and nearly got brained by it.
"Oh great, its the moron," grumbled Neville.
"What was that?" demanded the purple-headed boy, advancing into the room.
Only to get slammed into the wall vire a well placed kick from Hermione.
"These people are insane," thought Harry.
Hogwarts, Great Hall, the sorting ceremony
Everyone in the room stared down at the tattered hat Mcgonagall had just placed on a stool before the new First Years.
Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing - noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:
Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" whispered Ron Weasley, a red-headed boy who had been trying to get close to Harry since the boats, "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Harry smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather alot; Harry didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said, "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause, before...
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her. The sorting moved along quickly, with each house getting approximately the same number of new students. Sometimes, Harry noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. Finally, the sorting reached one of the people Harry had sat with on the train.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat.
A surprised silence filled the room as the ribbon wearing girl moved to join the green table. However, the Sorting must go on so Mcgonagall called out the next name.
"Greengrass, Daphne?"
At the call of the name, someone brushed past Harry and a strangely familiar scent reached his nose, despite the fact he'd never even seen a Cherry Tree before. The scent seemed to call long buried memories to the fore, memories of holding a girl whose hair had the exact same smell, of a heart wrenching sense of loss.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hats shout shook Harry out of his musings and he watched as the silver haired girl removed the hat and moved over to the yellow and black table. With a start, the young Wizard realized that the girl was the one who had brushed past him in the station.
"Hey man, you OK?" whispered Neville, drawing Harrys gaze to him.
"Yeah," replied Harry, shaking of the odd feelings.
Neville didn't look entirely convinced, but was prevented from pressing the issue as Mcgonagall called his name. As soon as the hat touched Nevilles royal purple locks it shouted,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Neville grinned and moved over to his new house where he was greeted by a pair of ginger twins.
"Malfoy, Draco?"
The boy Harry met in the Robe shop swaggered forward when his name was called. He was still wearing his cap which looked rather strange beside his robes. The hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"
Malfoy smirked and went to join the table, sitting between a pair of huge gorilla like boys. The sorting continued until it finally reached:
"Potter, Harry!"
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter, did she say?" The Harry Potter?"
The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.
"What? Another one?" said a voice inside his head, making him jump, "What in the world is with this new intake?! Normally we only get a couple, but this years been a little ridiculous."
"Whats that supposed to mean?" thought Harry.
"Oh, you'll see," said the Hat (For what else could it be?), "Now, lets see. Hmm, your rather intelligent and have a massive amount of courage and cunning. However, your greatest trate is your loyalty. Yes, that will be perfect. Plus, I do love to see a match made in heaven come together."
"What?"
However, Harrys question was unanswered as the Hat called out its decision.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
A sound of surprise rippled around the room, drowned out by the cheers from the yellow table as they celebrated getting the famous BWL. Harry moved to join his new table and sat across from Daphne Greengrass. The sorting continued and Harry kept half an eye on it as he kept sneaking peeks at the silver haired girl across from him, barely noticing as Ron made it into Gryffindor, before the Halberd wielding student, Zabini, Blaise also made it into Gryffindor and Mcgonagall removed the hat.
Harry looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago. Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome," he said, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. However, he quickly put any thoughts of confusion aside as he dug into the huge amount of delicious fare before him. Across from him, Daphne was filling her plate with what looked like a lumpy red stew of some kind that seemed to be giving off a faint heat haze.
"Hey, I'd be careful with that," warned one of the older students, "The Mabo Tofu is infamous for being way too hot to eat without a gallon of milk."
However, he was ignored as Daphne took a spoonful of the volcanic tofu and began to eat with apparently no ill effects. Further down the table, another first year, Susan Bones, wasn't so lucky and started chugging water as smoke came flooding from her mouth.
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again, making the low buzz of chatter die down to nothing.
"Now that we are all fed and watered, I have a few start-of-term notices to give you," he began, "First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term and anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. Finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Harry laughed, but he was one of the few who did.
"He's not serious?" he muttered to a nearby prefect.
"Must be," said the older boy, frowning at Dumbledore, "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere - the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."
"And now, before we go to bed, I believe that we have some evening entertainment," continued Dumbledore with a smile as the older students sat up eagerly, "As has become somewhat of a tradition, here to see the new year in, Girls Dead Monster!"
He waved his wand towards a curtained off section off the Hall, causing the curtains to open and reveal four seventh year girls with instruments.
"Alright, lets get this party started!" yelled the lead girl, who Harry recognized as Tonks from the train, "Lets go!"
She struck the first note of the song and everyone started cheering as the band started playing.
(Play Alchemy from Angel Beats. These are the english translated lyrics, so they might not fit quite right)
I want to live forever
And if I could live forever everything would come true
But everything I have keeps driving me
During the time I have left to live
Where can I find my dreams?
Even though everything is precious to me
It's no problem; I'll just have a little snack right here
I took pride when I quit thinking like that
Looking back on the path I walked
I've had enough of only having the things I hate
The things I have experienced
brighten the path that I wanted to live
I want to live as much as I can
The days of only hurrying all vanish
But I try to skip even though I'm not completely exhausted
I had such contradictory thoughts
I guess I didn't know that I got hit somewhere on the head
It's okay; I'll go to a nearby hospital for a bit
Could you give me medicine to keep me up forever?
Even if I just stand up
I'm already turning into a fossil
Like being forgotten by everyone
I'll become a dusty existence
It's no problem; I'll show you a bit of my will-power
I slap my own face as proof of my existence
Not looking back on the path I walked
Even if it's only the things I hate I'll move forward
The things I have experienced
brighten the existence that I'll become
I'll show them to you
The students went wild as the band's song reached its peak and Harry couldn't blame them. The musicians were amazing, way better than the crap that Dudley listened to and it didn't take long for him to join he classmates cheering. Once the song was over, the girls bowed and trooped off the stage to an echoing applause.
"Ah, music, the greatest form of magic there is," said Dumbledore, wiping a tear from his eye, "Now, off to bed, chop chop!"
Later, Harry found himself in a very comfortable bed in the warm and rustic Hufflepuff dormitories, feeling more at home than he had ever had before. It wasn't just the good food and warm bed though, he somehow felt that he had been reunited with old and dear friends. His final thought before sleep claimed him was of Daphne Greengrass and her beautiful golden eyes.
And thats it. This had actually been sitting in my hard drive for ages and I happened to click on it while looking for another idea. It was nearly done, so I decided that I'd finish it off and post it. I doubt I'll continue it though.
In case its not obvious for those who've seen Angel Beats (which you should if you haven't, its amazing), heres a list of whos who.
Harry Potter-Yuzuru Otonashi
Daphne Greengrass-Angel/Kanade Tachibana
Hermione Granger-Yuri Nakamura
Neville Longbottom-Hideki Hinata
Draco Malfoy-Ayato Naoi
Zechariah Smith-Takamatsu
Blaise Zabini-Noda
Su Li-Eri Shiina
TK-TK
Cedric Diggory-Ōyama
Nymphadora Tonks-Masami Iwasawa
Ginny Weasley- Yui
I know Ginny didn't appear, but Yui is one of my favorate characters