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JulieAnn · 02-25-2007, 07:04 AM

So after an eventful day of shopping in San Francisco, I am back home again, and just finished up my homework that needs to be typed up. I still need to read and take notes on the psychology of Reginald Gibbons "Sweetbitter" and hopefully I will be able to stay awake long enough to do that

I did however want to give you all a quick post before I get off the computer for the night. Wish me luck on my reading!

Chapter 16: News From Beyond

After breakfast everyone left. While Dobby cleaned up, ignoring the incessant sighing from Lily, the family made their way to the study. Because only Minerva knew about Dumbledore’s portrait besides the Potters, everyone left with the understanding that the family would get dressed and meet them at an undisclosed location. Undisclosed to Harry anyway.

“How was you birthday breakfast?” A smiling Dumbledore asked Harry as he entered the room.

“It was good.” was all Harry said, his mind in a different place. At a cough though, he looked up, realizing he was being rude, said, “It was very good, Dobby outdid himself as usual. Moody showed up and scared the dickens out of Seamus, who happened to arrive at the same time as he did.” Chuckling slightly, Harry sat down on the couch across from Dumbledore.

“Ah, so that was the bellowing I heard, for lack of a better word.” Dumbledore said a hint of smile on his face.

After everyone was situated Dumbledore began, “I will not take too much of your time, but as I said that I would discuss it with you, and now is as good of a time as any, I would like to speak to you about Sirius.”

Almost identical pained looks crossed the faces of both father and son as they waited for Dumbledore to continue.

After a few moments to allow James and Harry to regain their composure, Dumbledore began.

“You will remember in our last conversation, I told you that I had some news pertaining to Sirius, but I needed to do some research first?” Open seeing Harry and James nod their heads he continued, “I believe that I have discovered the purpose of the veil.”

James and Harry sat forward in their seats, waiting for Albus to continue.

“As you know, I have portraits in two other locations, now this location and the Grimmuald location are really not all that helpful as far as information on this topic is considered, however, as you probably don’t know, I can travel into any portrait that I choose to on the Hogwarts grounds. This is not publicized because the previous headmasters don’t want to make it common knowledge, because people would want them to go all over the school and solve all sorts of problems. The portraits in the headmaster’s office are of course charmed so that other portraits can’t sneak in there and eaves drop, similar to the charms that are placed against ghosts entering the office. In any case, after much disguising myself, I began to travel into other paintings throughout the school gleaning what little knowledge I could from the older portraits. Consequently I found some very interesting information, and a hidden room that even I didn’t know about that contains the portraits of the four Founders. It was there that I learned the purpose of the veil.”

“Wait!” Harry interrupted. “You found the portraits of the Founders?” He asked in awe.

“Yes.” Dumbledore responded, “and to be sure, that is an interesting tale, and very important to the veil, however, we will discuss them later.” He said smiling slightly, but in a tone that ended discussion on that subject for the moment.

“Now,” He continued as if there had been no interruption. “They said that the veil was created and used in their time as a form of punishment. That they, interestingly enough, had once used Dementors as guards to their prisons, but there were too many instances of the Dementors turning, and either sucking the souls out of everyone inside, or turning lose on the unsuspecting country side. The Ministry, instead, decided to create a better way to hold prisoners. The veil was a doorway to the absence of space. It is nothing and it is everything. Prisoners were shoved into the veil upon sentencing and stayed there till brought back. They were not alive, but not dead. They could feel, they could think, some could even whisper, that is the sound that you hear, but they could not move. The problem with it is that it tended to drive people into insanity, and they would come out and go on murder sprees across the country, mumbling about beasts and creatures.” Dumbledore paused in his story to think about his wording before continuing.

The Potter family was sitting in rapt silence hanging on to his every word.

“According to Rowena, there is an incantation to bring a person back from the veil. Since Sirius has only been in there for just over a year, there is a chance that he is unaffected. They all agreed that most people affected negatively were people who had been in there for 5 or more years. One thing to keep in mind is that there are still people in there, people from the Founder’s time, and we do not under any circumstance, want to bring one of them back, it is completely possible, that the people that went insane and ranting about beasts could have been talking about the original criminals that were charged to serve life sentences. The veil was only in active use for about 160 years and then became apparent that another way needed to be found. The Founders were all highly disturbed that the veil had never been destroyed and that all of the people had not been brought back. Whatever the case we need to get him out of there as quickly as possible. I want to expressly warn you though, we do not know what state he will be in when he comes out, and there are so many factors. We don’t know what spell Bellatrix hit him with, if he was alive before he fell in, if whatever is in there has affected him. At the first sign of disease in his mind, he will have to be destroyed. I want you to know that right now, before we proceed. If you can not agree to this, we will not remove him. Do you understand?” Dumbledore asked them in complete seriousness.

Harry and Lily nodded immediately. James closed his eyes, thinking for a moment before opening them and looking at Dumbledore, pain radiating from him. “We need to at least try.” He said, resolutely as he nodded.

“Good!” Dumbledore said smiling, “Go and enjoy your birthday surprise then, Harry. I will pass your assurances on to the Founder’s and we will go from there.” He said smiling as he disappeared from his portrait.

michalice · 02-25-2007, 12:27 PM

another great post JulieAnn, i love what your doing with the whole veil thing.
Good look with the reading

JulieAnn · 02-25-2007, 08:24 PM

Thanks Mich! I havn't finished it all yet I have to analyze it, so I am reading it very slowly. I finally gave up at 1:am only 12 more chapters to go

Here is another chapter for you while I take a quick break!

Chapter 17: The Elf, the Closet and the Locket

After dressing, the family met in the living room. “Ok.” Lily said to her husband and her son. “We will apperate to the Burrow first, ready?” She asked them. “One, two, three.” And with a crack they were gone, appearing in the next instance in the front yard of the Burrow.

The Weasley family and the other guests were waiting out front for them, so when they landed, James literally landed on top of Tonks. “Sorry about that.” He said laughing as he helped her up.

“Ok, group, now that we are all here, lets go.” Arthur said as he began walking up the hill and away from the house. Harry confused followed. “Where are we going?” he asked. “We have to catch a portkey just up here.” Arthur replied keeping up a steady pace.

“Oh.” Harry responded as he struggled to keep up. Finally getting into the groove of the pace, he once again lost himself in his memory.

It had been a long night of laughter and good food. As the hour grew late, Harry, bidding everyone good night, finally retired to his room.

The others had insisted that he sleep in the Master’s bedroom, seeing as that Grimmuald Place belonged to him. “Anything to get out of that room with Phineus.” He thought to himself. As he entered the room though, he felt a sense of foreboding and had to resist the urge to ask Ron to spend the night with him.

Although the room had been cleaned and no longer had that dank musty smell, he still felt out of place, like he was intruding onto something that was not his.

He climbed into the huge bed, and was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable it was. He felt himself sinking into the bed and drifting off to sleep. As he was sinking into slumber, and image suddenly popped into his head. Jumping out of the bed, shrieking, he barreled out of the room and up the stair case, completely oblivious to the group of people following concerned behind him.

He slammed open the door to the room, “Where did you put the stuff, Kreacher?” He asked panting. The house elf who had been sleeping jumped out of bed startled. “Under the cabinet sir.” he said before he could stop himself. The woman in the portrait opened her mouth to start screaming, “Oh no you don’t.” Harry said crossly, interrupting the woman before she could even start, “I will use you as fire wood if you even utter a sound.” The woman’s jaw instantly snapped back into place before a sound had even been uttered.

“Come Kreacher, show me.” Harry said motioning the scowling elf to the door. He followed behind Kreacher as he led Harry and the still unnoticed group of people down the hall, where he hit the wall. Suddenly a section of the wall shifted over exposing a cupboard that had been hidden. Inside was crammed full of various objects. With a wave of his wand, the cupboard was spotless. Ignoring Kreacher’s shriek of anger, Harry turned to head back downstairs when he ran into and became aware of the baffled crowd standing behind him.

Wordlessly, but with a blush to his face he headed back downstairs the group in tow. He entered the drawing room to find the whole mess from the closet on the floor. Setting down, he began to sift through the pile, one item at a time, until he found what he was looking for.

Triumphantly, he held the locket up for all to see.

“What are you thinking about Harry?” Hermione asked him, interrupting his thoughts.

A thin sheen of sweat covered Harry’s face and he took his sweater off in the morning sun before he answered her.

“The locket.” Harry answered truthfully. “I was thinking of the night that we found it and destroyed it.”

“That was a right smart thought that you had there Harry.” Moody said coming up on them, slapping Harry’s back so hard that he stumbled forward a few steps and had tears stinging in his eyes.

“Yes, well, we couldn’t have destroyed it with out you, Professor.” Harry replied, his comment causing Alastor’s chest to swell out.

“Don’t call me Professor, boy.” Moody said gruffly, but with a smile on his face.

“Ah, we are here.” Arthur said, bending over an object. Harry had to laugh as he realized it was an old beat-up muggle computer monitor.

MUSTANG SALLY · 02-26-2007, 05:14 AM

Hi im a new reader! I really like your story so far. James and Lily come back?

Your a good writer and i hope you post more. Now i have to go (Yes im getting off the computer mom!!!). Hopefully there will be more posts when i come back!!!

JulieAnn · 02-26-2007, 04:46 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by MUSTANG SALLY

Hi im a new reader! I really like your story so far. James and Lily come back?

Your a good writer and i hope you post more. Now i have to go (Yes im getting off the computer mom!!!). Hopefully there will be more posts when i come back!!!

Hello, thanks for reading! Yup James and Lily are back, I always thought it unfair that he had his family taken from him, so I decided to give it back, now that the dark lord is gone

and don't worry, you will find out how

You are definitely the sweetness! And since you asked so nicely, here is another post for you!

JulieAnn · 02-26-2007, 04:49 PM

Chapter 18: A Flying Great Time

“That was awesome!” Harry said as he, Ron and the twins burst out of the stadium, screaming for joy. The Chudley Cannons had just beaten the Holyhead Harpies, thus effectively breaking their 105 year losing streak.

“This is the best birthday present ever!” Ron squealed in pleasure, causing everyone around him to burst into laughter.

“It’s not even your birthday you prat!” Ginny exclaimed shoving him into a garbage can, laughing none the less.

“I know!” Ron exclaimed, not carrying that there was an old banana peel hanging off of his ear. His face was red not only from embarrassment and the excitement of the game, but also slightly sun burned.

“I am glad the sun is finally out more.” Hermione said laughing as she leaned over to pull the banana peel off of his ear. As her finger tips touched his cheek, he stopped laughing and sucking in a breath, caught Hermione’s wrist in his hand. Staring into her eyes, he leaned forward and his lips met hers. After a moment hesitation she leaned into the kiss, reveling in his embrace, completing unaware of the hooting and catcalls surrounding them. When at last they broke, they each took a step back and bashfully stared at the ground, not knowing what to make of what had just happened.

“About time.” George piped up. “We were wondering when you were going to realize” Fred added.

“And to think, it all happened because of a rotten banana peel.” Ginny chimed in laughing, they all walked away from the couple.

Not knowing what to say, Hermione and Ron stared at each other for a few awkward minutes, and then in complete silent agreement, turned and walked towards the rest of the group; both knowing that the kiss would be discussed later. Silently, Hermione took Ron’s hand. Smiling slightly, he squeezed hers gently.

“That had to be the shortest game in the history of Quidditch.” James was saying as Ron and Hermione joined the group. “It was only an hour long.” He said in awe.

“Nope, it’s not. Harry won the game for us once in fifteen minutes.” Fred said proudly patting Harry on the back.

“It was the Quidditch Cup Game too.” George added boastfully.

“What can I say.” Harry said, blushing under the praise, “I had things to do.” As he said this he stared straight at Ginny, who turned crimson under his gaze and walked away. Sighing he turned away as well.

“She still not talking to you” Neville asked softly, following quietly behind Harry.

“I guess not.” Harry said as he sat down on a bench. He couldn’t count how many times he had apologized to her.

“You know, I never thanked you for saving my life.” Neville said softly as he turned and began to walk away.

“You didn’t have to, Neville.” Harry said smiling sadly after his friend. Neville turned and returned the smile.

ZephansAthena · 02-26-2007, 05:31 PM

, I must say the writing is coming along wonderfully. You have me

for the net chapter and I'm

to read it. Not speaking as a close friend or my daughters Godmother, I

your writing abilities and hope that I am being enough of a

to your cause. I hope I'm making myself abundently clear. hehehehehe.

JulieAnn · 02-26-2007, 07:49 PM

You are wonderful

and I am so glad that you

my story

. I

at your objectiveness and so

you. I

the use of the smilies

:master: I will post more soon!

just because I can!

michalice · 02-26-2007, 08:28 PM

at the smiley abuse

I totaly agree with Zephan, you too have me

for the next chapters.

This story is great and i cant wait to see how Lily and James came back

Keep up the great work

ps a big

for you too Zephan

A note to all other people who see this :read!: this story

JulieAnn · 02-27-2007, 05:06 PM

Ah, the smiley abuse

* sighs in peace* Maybe a should right a story on smilies

but then again, maybe not

You two girlies are the best, and just becuase you are so awesome, I hearby dedicate this post to you!

Chapter 19: The First Battle

“I can’t believe that he would be that stupid.” Ron said in complete amazement. “I mean, didn’t they teach him not to keep all of his eggs in one omelet?”

“Don’t you mean ‘Don’t keep all of your eggs in one basket’?” Hermione asked giggling.

“Whatever.” Ron said exasperated. “That is not the point. The point is, why would he leave another Horcrux in the Malfoy’s possession?”

Ron, Hermione and Harry where standing in a hidden room in the basement of the Malfoy Manor. They, along with the rest of the order, had decided that the best place to look for the final Horcrux would be in the home of a known keeper of dark objects, including one of the Horcruxes. Neville, who had inadvertently found the secret room had run upstairs to let Moody and the rest of the Order know about the room.

“Maybe because Malfoy was supposed to hide them and then after Harry defeated Voldemort as a baby he just never got around to it.” Hermione said musing over the possibilities.

“Draco always said that you were too smart for your own good, mudblood.” The thick and lazy drawl of Lucius Malfoy interrupted their conversation.

Hermione, Harry and Ron whipped around in surprise at the sound of his voice.

“Oh this will be such a wonderful comeback for me. I fell out of favor with the dark lord because of you, you know.” He all but spat, “Now, for me to not only escape from Azkaban on my own accord, but also to protect his precious soul and deliver his enemy to him. My victory will be sweet.” He smiled and laughed manically as though he could already taste the victory.

“You know, Lucius, I didn’t think that you were in Azkaban long enough to lose your mind, or was it already gone before you got there.” Weak, Harry knew, but he had nothing else.

His statement however, apparently struck a nerve. Lucius sent a killing curse Harry’s way. Harry narrowly jumped out of the way in time. Instantly there were various spells and curses being sent back and forth through the room.

“Why is no one coming?” Harry yelled over to Ron, who he realized was writhing in pain. Sending a stunning spell at Lucius, effectively disengaging the Cruciatus Curse and knocking Lucius backwards. Harry looked over and realized that Hermione was completely rigid, probably being hit with Petrificus Totalus. “Finite” Harry muttered under his breath, causing the charm on Hermione to break.

He turned back in time to see Lucius grabbing Ron by the scruff of his neck holding his wand to Ron’s head, a victorious look on his face. With out thinking of the consequences, Harry pointed his wand at Lucius and bellowed, “SECTUMSEMPRA!” His spell hit Lucius squarely in the chest, causing him to let go of Ron before he was able to stop the affects of the curse.

A look of pure hatred on his face, Lucius screamed out, “Expelliarmus!” with such force, that it knocked all three backwards causing all of them to drop their wands, “Accio Wands!” He shouted triumphantly. “Incarcerous” Suddenly the three were bound tightly in ropes.

He reached up and tenderly touched the blood on his cheek. Shaking his head at Harry he said, “You used that one on my son, didn’t you? I wouldn’t think that pious Potter would have it in him to use such a curse, it really should be an unforgivable one, don’t you think so?” He taunted Harry, who remained silent, starring stonily at him. “Answer me!” He yelled, silently using the Cruciatus Curse on Harry, causing him to knock over the three of them who were all bound together.

“I will be right back for you three.” Lucius growled, remembering about his face. He threw their wands on a desk in the corner as if to taunt them and slammed the door shut.

“I don’t think he knows about the rest of the Order being here also.” Harry whispered immediately after Lucius had left the room. He could hear the rain spattering on a small almost none existent window above him. He looked up sighing, knowing that they would not be able to escape through it, “unless we were ferrets.” The thought instantly jumped in his head, and with trouble he stifled the giggle.

“I don’t either, besides we didn’t hear any commotion, and we certainly would have, what with Moody being here.” Hermione agreed, not noticing Harry’s battle of wills.

“It is a good thing Neville left to go get everyone, he is the only one who will know how to get back in” Harry muttered. “I wonder why no one came with all of that yelling.”

As if on cue, the door slammed open and in walked Moody with an unconscious Lucius floating in front of him. “Worried?” He asked in his most debonair voice he could muster, throwing them what he thought as a very Lockhart-esk grin. To Harry, however, it just looked like a very painful grimace, and judging from the looks on Ron and Hermione’s faces, they agreed.

“Uh…not at all Moody.” Harry began, giggling. “We are just surprised at how swiftly you were able to catch him.”

“The idiot walked right past me when he came waltzing in, didn’t even see Tonks and me.” He said chuckling. “Luckily, Neville knew how to get back into here.” He said patting Neville on the back.” He broke the bindings and tossed them their wands.

Harry jerked his head up as he felt a touch on his shoulder, realizing that he had been lost in his thoughts again. Not saying anything, Hermione just smiled and motioned for him to follow her.

“Hurry up kids!” Molly yelled.

Harry looked up to see that the group was all kneeling around the portkey again. Running, he dove and touched the monitor right as activated.

“That was close.” Harry said with a sigh of relief as he landed.

“Yes. A little too close.” Lily said through pursed lips.

Harry looked around, “Where are we?” he was surprised when he didn’t see the expected Burrow. Comprehension finally dawned, and he realized where they were. “Why are we here?” he asked. Suddenly, he realized that the whole group was no longer there, it was just him and his parents. “Where is everyone? Why are they not here as well?” He asked his father.

“We got word from Dobby while we were at the Quidditch match that Dumbledore wanted to meet us here right away.” James said as he made his way through the huge oak doors of Hogwarts.

padfoot_88 · 02-27-2007, 10:15 PM

Phew. Well, it's taken me a while to catch up, but I got there! 2 weeks without internet is a pain to catch up on. There's so many fics that have been madly posted in and it's taken me hours to get through them all!
I love how this story has progressed so far, expecially with the whole return of Lily and James, as well as Dumbledore's discoveries about the veil. Very intruguing...I hope they can get Sirius out safely!
I'm also looking forward to a little bit of Harry/Ginny-ness too...*grins*

Keep it up, Julie! You're doing an excellent job!
Shan
XoXo

JulieAnn · 02-28-2007, 05:57 PM

I can imagine, I go the weekend with out checking and I feel over whelmed on Monday!

I might just be biased, but I think this is a really interesting part of the story, what with the veil and Sirius and everything

As for Ginny, she is still in a snit, but have no fear, Harry will break down her defenses, but there will be a bit of drama before that. I always say, if it comes easy it probably isn't worth it. Ok so I don't always say that, but it sounded good!

I am glad that you are enjoying the story so far, and i will try to push Ginny in the right direction a little bit faster

ZephansAthena · 02-28-2007, 07:49 PM

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Lucius is such a pain in the butt. That guy should be smeared. Anyhow, great job on the first battle, now I want to know what they find! Whoo-hoo:lock2:

JulieAnn · 02-28-2007, 11:20 PM

Yes he really is! Thanks! I wasn't sure exactly how to do it, and my first cut at it was about 1/2 a page, I figured that wouldn't really cut it, so I revamped it, I am glad you like the product. As for what they found, there is a bunch of important events that are about to start happening, so he is not going to get a lot of time to 'flashback' you will learn what they found, but it will take a little while. Now, on to the post!

Chapter 20: The Beginning

“Enter.” The soft voice of Professor McGonagall came from inside the headmaster’s office.

Harry pushed open the door and entered the office. All of the portraits except one appeared to be asleep. Harry having been in this office on many occasions, was not fooled by this pretense, and merely shook his head as he stared at one, who gave a loud snort when he realized that Harry had seen him peaking with one eye open.

Minerva was sitting at the desk, a worried expression covering her face. “Are you sure about this, Albus?” She asked the man one last time in hushed tones as Harry and his parents entered the office.

Not much had changed, Harry could see as he looked around the room. All of the gadgets and silver instruments were still in place, continuing to whir and blow puffs of smoke as if nothing had changed. In fact, from the looks of the room, it almost appeared that Minerva had done nothing at all to make the room her own.

Minerva nodded to the new comers, and motioned for them to take seats.

“Congratulations on your appointment as Hogwarts Headmistress, Professor McGonagal.” Harry said a genuine smile on his face. The news had been brought up, rather on accident it had seemed, during Harry’s birthday breakfast that morning. In all the commotion he had not been able to properly congratulate her as he had wanted.

His smile was replaced a moment later with a look of concern. “Who will take your class, and become Gryffindor Head of House?” He asked suddenly as the implications of her appointment finally sunk in.

She gave him a bitter sweet smile and said simply, “That information is still in the works, but I trust it will sorted through before the start of the term.”

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of melancholy and looked up at the only portrait who was not pretending to sleep.

Dumbledore was sitting in his chair, smiling at the new comers. “I am glad that you got my message.”

He said standing up, “I spoke with the Founders and they informed me that time is of the essence.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “They have also requested to see Harry. Just Harry.” He added at the looks of anger that flashed across his mothers’ face.

“Now,” Dumbledore addressed Lily and James with a look of utmost seriousness on his face. “This is something that has to be done by Harry. They have asked for him specifically. He has seen and been in much worse situations, but as you have not been in his life, you have not seen what he has gone through. The idea of the trials ahead of him might be hard for you to bear, but I must impress upon you, he must do this alone. Please do not try to follow us. While I know that you have your son’s best interest in mind and that you are both powerful wizards in your own right, this is different. Do I have your word?” He asked Harry’s parents. “Good.” He said when they both had nodded in agreement.

“If you will follow me, Harry.” Without any ado he got up and started to make his way out of his portrait.

“Professor!” Harry exclaimed, “How am I supposed to follow you inside your picture?” He asked smiling slightly.

“Ah yes, minor detail.” Dumbledore gave a small short whistle, and instantly Fawkes appeared.

“Fawkes!” Harry said fondly as the Phoenix landed on his shoulder and fondly tweaked Harry’s ear.

“Fawkes can assist you by following me through the portraits; he will lead you to where you need to go. Besides the castle’s 8 floors, Hogwarts also has 5 known dungeons. We need to get to the 13th dungeon level. You remember the cave that we visited near Riddle’s orphanage, don’t you Harry?” he asked the boy. At Harry’s nod, he said, “I would imagine it is similar to that. Let’s begin.” And with that he was gone.

padfoot_88 · 03-01-2007, 05:22 PM

*cheers* Wonderful post, Julie! This is just getting more exciting as it goes on...
I'm glad there's more Harry/Ginny coming up. And I do agree with your "If it comes easy it mustn't be worth it" theory. It makes sense, in a way. I mean, honestly, what's the point of a relationship if there's no chase to begin with? It's the chase that really matters...it determines the outcome of the relationship. That, and it's fun to see someone bending over backwards to win you over...LOL
Hope you post soon!
Shan
XoXo

michalice · 03-01-2007, 08:34 PM

great post JulieAnn, cant wait to see what hte founders have to say.

JulieAnn · 03-01-2007, 09:44 PM

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Originally Posted by padfoot_88

*cheers* Wonderful post, Julie! This is just getting more exciting as it goes on...
I'm glad there's more Harry/Ginny coming up. And I do agree with your "If it comes easy it mustn't be worth it" theory. It makes sense, in a way. I mean, honestly, what's the point of a relationship if there's no chase to begin with? It's the chase that really matters...it determines the outcome of the relationship. That, and it's fun to see someone bending over backwards to win you over...LOL
Hope you post soon!
Shan
XoXo

Thank you, thank you! You are so sweet

I completely agree with you, when there is the chase, it also helps a person to feel more important, and more loved, it makes the final capture that much sweeter

Quote:

Originally Posted by michalice

great post JulieAnn, cant wait to see what hte founders have to say.

Thanks!

Well, we have to get there first, my previous saying comes into play here as well, good things come to those who wait....or in this case struggle

This is a really long next chapter, so it will be broken up into sub-sections (I think)

JulieAnn · 03-01-2007, 09:50 PM

Part A: Monster from the Deep

Following the lead of Fawkes, Harry made his way through the castle ending up in the Dungeons.

Dumbledore led them to a frame that was conveniently placed on a solid brick wall.

“Ready?” he asked Harry.

“Yes sir.” Harry said with a look of determination on his face.

Immediately knowing what to do, Harry looked around, found a sharp edge on a brick, and sliced his palm open and pressed the blood onto the wall. After a moment of nothing, the four bricks surrounding the portrait began to shine brightly, one at a time. Taking out his wand, Harry tapped each brick in the order that it had lit up. The bricks immediately began to fold away, creating an archway. Silently, he stepped through it, and continued down a narrow, steeply graded corridor.

At the end of the corridor there was what appeared to be a large but shallow puddle separating the room. Judging from the ground that he could see through the water, Harry guessed that the water would hardly even get his trainers wet. Fawkes flew across the room, and stood at another wall, a smaller frame on it.

As Harry cautiously approached the puddle, a huge tentacle whipped out barely missing him and crashed into the ground beside him. “Looks are deceiving, I guess.” Harry thought to himself shaking his head.

Stepping back, Harry began walking along the perimeter of the water, with his arms stretched out in front of him, as though looking for something. After a few feet, he tripped and nearly fell head first into the puddle, but managed to catch his balance and jump back just as the tentacle came smashing down again. He grabbed a hold of the invisible bridge and climbing on, began to make his way across the pond, undisturbed by the creature. When they had safely made their way across, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He approached the wall, and with a nod from Dumbledore, again put his blood soaked hand to the wall, causing it to open immediately.

Just inside the door was another frame. “Good job, Harry!” Dumbledore said as Fawkes perched on his shoulder and cried into Harry’s hand, healing the wound. “I am glad that you took my lead and did not speak, that beast would have done more than just brandish a tentacle at you.”

Again Harry set off following Fawkes as Dumbledore led them further and further underneath the castle.

JulieAnn · 03-01-2007, 10:04 PM

AN: In this part, the italicized in not a memory or a dream of a memory, it is a dream of a sense, but it is not real. It is like a nightmare that you have where you are in one place, and you turn the corner, and somehow you are in another place in another time. I hope that makes sense. Let me know if it doesn't, and I will explain it better

Part B: Truth and Lies

After traveling what seemed to be many more kilometers under ground, they came to another room, and again Dumbledore appeared in a frame across the room. This time however, Fawkes stayed near the door they had come through, much to Harry’s confusion. Seeing nothing in the room to block the way, Harry started out warily. From out of no where, he hit an invisible barrier. A table and lounge sofa instantly appeared out of no where, as rubbing his nose, he picked himself off of the floor. On the table was a single goblet filled with some sort of steaming liquid and the card with writing on it. Picking up the card, Harry read allowed for Dumbledore’s benefit, although he suspect that the older man had already been clued into what Harry would be facing:

To get through this deceptive wall
One must drink this potion all
And then discern the truth from lies
From behind those dreaming eyes.

With a sigh, Harry sat down on the lounge, pickup the goblet, and emptied its contents. He sat there for a minute staring at Fawkes, and abruptly fell back in a deep sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw the dank ceiling in dungeon that he was in. “Hmm...” He said out loud, “It must not have worked.” He sat up and looked over at his parents, who looked strangely odd, although he could not quite put his finger on it.

Shaking his head, trying to get rid of the feeling that something was not quite right he got up and walked to the other side of the room. “Maybe it did work.” He said realizing that he had not been stopped by the wall. He was about to reach for the door handle when he realized that both Fawkes and Dumbledore’s Portrait where gone. “That’s not right.” He said, “They were just here.”

“Wait a minute!” Harry said, comprehension dawning on his face. “You are not supposed to be down here, why did you follow us?” He turned around to reprimand his parents, but they had vanished as well. “Maybe it did work.” Harry said as he shrugged, unable to shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

Dumbledore had become quite anxious when he had seen Harry fall back on to the lounge. Knowing that there was nothing that he could do for Harry, even if he had been able, he began to talk to Fawkes, he had flown over and was now circling the sleeping boy.

“He has taken a potion that has put him in a dream like state. It will take him back through some of his, probably more painful, memories and force him to re-experience them. It is meant to be not only a test, but a way to learn from past experiences and mistakes. They will throw in little things that are not accurate. He has to correctly identify each of the inaccuracies and possibly learn certain lessons before they will let him out and allow him to pass. It is up to him as to how long he is in this state, it all depends on how observant he is and was.” Dumbledore said, sitting down. He knew that Fawkes had understood everything that Dumbledore had said. The Phoenix gave a sad hoot before settling down on the edge of the lounge, waiting for Harry to awaken.

He opened the door and stepped into daylight. “Well this is a nice change.” Harry said to himself smiling as he walked along the grass barefoot. He looked over and realized that he was in the park by the Dursley’s house. “How did I get here, this isn’t possible!” Harry exclaimed as he adjusted his swim trunks. He glanced toward the lake and saw his cousin and his friends bearing down on him, backing up he began to run and slammed straight into Umbridge. “There’s someone after me, you have to help me.” Harry began until he realized who it was.

“Little boys should not tell lies!” She squealed like the pig she was and dragged him down the hallway towards her office

“Let go of me you pig faced monster, you are not real!” he shrieked. Still the pig like Umbridge dragged him into her room and threw him into a chair pulling out her special quill. “Not real am I?” She asked raising the quill she plunged it into his arm, causing him close his eyes and cry out in pain.

“Blood of the enemy, forcefully taken”

He slammed open his eyes as he heard this in time to see Peter Pettigrew dropping his blood into the open cauldron. He looked around, whimpering silently and saw Cedric’s lifeless body just feet away. “What is this place?” He muttered.

“Your worse nightmare.” Replied the repulsive body of Voldemort as he was reborn from the cauldron.

“This is your fault.” A voice said to his left. Unable to look away, he watched the lifeless body of Cedirc rise on it’s own and walk toward him.

“No.” Harry whimpered again, much to the enjoyment of the on looking Slytherins who were now closing in.

“Give him a kiss, Cedric.” Jeered Draco, his arm loosely over Ginny’s shoulder. They turned to each other, and laughing began to kiss.

He looked away, and turned straight into the blank stare of Cedric, close enough to feel the lack of breathe on his face.

“This isn’t real!” Harry screamed in panic, “You’re dead!”

“You’re right, I am because of you!”

Harry shut his eyes tightly hoping that this scene would just go away.

“Mum! Help me!”

Harry opened his eyes and watched in disbelief as a huge snake slithered past him.

“Thanks.” It hissed as it slithered at the door, playfully snapping at bystanders feet.

“How could you do this?” Vernon yelled in his face, as he picked the boy up and held him, his feet not touching the floor, “You let him out of there!” The red faced Vernon bellowed.

“Don’t worry about it Dad, I got it.” Dudley withdrew a wand. In an instant the glass had disappeared and Dudley stepped out, unscathed.

He turned to Harry, “Now for you.” A smirk on his face, he waved his wand and Harry felt a curious sensation spread over his body. As he began to float in the air he heard a weird squeaking noise. He realized it was him, that he was a ferret.

“No!” He tried to squeak, “that’s not me, that’s Draco!”

Dudley launched him around the room, finally hitting him against the wall with enough force to knock him out.

He came to in the Hospital Wing.

“You took quite a fall, Harry.”

He looked into the face of Madame Pomfrey. Looking down he realized that there were no bones in his right arm.

“I’m sorry Harry, there was nothing I could do after that git removed the bones in your arm. We will just have to remove it.” The nurse said raising a katana to his floppy arm.

“No!” he screamed and ran through the door, and into a dank chamber

“Watch out for my snake; don’t look it in the eyes!”

Harry looked over his shoulder, trying to shield his eyes while running, his arm now healed, he noticed.

“To bad your pretty song bird was no match for my basilisk!” Tom Riddles voice called out taunting, just as Harry came across the mangled body of Fawkes.

“You are too late! She is DEAD!” The exuberant voice cried out in triumph.

A shadow turned the corner in front of him, and Harry felt his body go rigid, unable to shield his eyes in time. He looked on in terror as the shadow grew and relentlessly tried to fight as he felt his body turn into stone. He paused for a moment dumbfounded as Medusa walked out of the shadows. “What the –?” his couldn’t finish the thought, before his head turned to stone, completing the spell.

Harry began gasping for breath as the stone encasing he was trapped in exploded at the force of the blow.

He barely rolled over in time as the troll swung it’s club done, cracking the ground where Harry had just been.
Recognising the room, Harry bellowed, “I thought Quirrell took care of you!” he had realized that he was in one of the rooms on his way to collect the Sorcerer’s stone.

He ran across the room and jerked through the door, the trolls club striking the wall where Harry had been a moment before.

As Harry stepped through the door, he was immediately hit with the sound of laughter. It took him a moment to realize that he was standing in Lupin’s Defense against the Dark Arts classroom. Breathing a sigh of relief he gave a small smile.

Trying to figure out why everyone was pointing and laughing at him, he looked down, realizing that the students were laughing at him. He was dressed in Neville Longbottom’s Grandmother’s clothing.. “Wait, this is the bogort, this isn’t right, I’m not Snape.” Harry said looking around at the students.

“Aren’t you though?” A voice asked from behind him.

“No.” He said turning with a smirk on his face, that is until he realized that he was face to face with Snape. Snape was negligently leaning in a door frame, arms crossed over his face, an almost lazy smile on his face.

“You know, I had a thing for your mother, that’s why your father hated me so, because she was with me first.” Snape said investigating one of his nails, a small smile on his face.

“That’s a lie!” Harry said vehemently and lunged at Snape, stumbling through the door.

He caught himself before he fell down the stairs. Althought the furnishings were different, he realized at once that he was in his parent’s home in Godric’s Hollow.

He made his way downstairs, and looked to the left, where he could hear muffled voices. He could see his mother holding a small baby that he recognized from pictures that Hagrid had given him as himself. He could see she was smiling and talking to someone, but he couldn’t see who. He entered the kitchen in time to hear his mother say, “isn’t he beautiful?” Smiling he turned the corner as she said, “Here hold, him, he is yours, just don’t tell James.” His smile fell of his face at his mother’s words, and a look of angry disbelief crossed his face as he looked into the smiling face of Severus Snape.

“NOOOOOO!!!!!!”

Harry screamed and jerked himself awake. Tears streamed down his face as flailed about nearly missing Fawkes.

“HARRY POTTER” Dumbledore bellowed as Fawkes began to sing softly, causing Harry to stop instantly. “You have made it out of the dream, you have succeeded, now come here.” He said gently, as Harry, tears streaming down his face walked to the portrait.

“I know it was hard, but you made it. Now it is time to continue, and not lose it now.” He said gently but firmly.

Nodding his head, Harry pulled himself together, knowing that he would have to recount exactly what he had seen to Dumbledore later on. He leaned his head against Fawkes who, still singing, had landed on his shoulder.

JulieAnn · 03-01-2007, 10:08 PM

Part C: The Riddles

He opened the door and stepped in to a magnificent room. The walls were lined with gold. There were all manners of treasures and riches stacked from floor to ceiling. Harry looked around in awe, wondering for a split second if he was still in the dreamscape.

In the center of the room sat the most regal Sphinx that Harry had ever seen, looking deceivingly serene. Cautiously he approached the Sphinx and looked up at it, bowing slightly. “May we pass?” he asked the Sphinx.

The Sphinx regarded him for a moment before returning the slight bow and replied, “Until you answer my riddles three, I can not grant you sanctuary. Answer wisely, or suffer an untimely demise.”

Harry nodded. “I was afraid of that.” He said sighing. “May I hear them?”

Nodding, the Sphinx began to speak, in an almost song like manner:

You do this when something is lost
And you need to recover it at all cost

The next part is simple
It is at the beginning of an era and the ending of under

Harry waited for the Sphinx to finish. When It became apparent that the riddle was complete, Harry sighed and began mulling over the clues, walking around, making sure to work silently, least the Sphinx mistakes his mulling for an answer. After a few moments, he began to laugh. “Is the answer ‘Founder’?” He asked.

At the nod from the Sphinx, he smiled and said, “Ok, what’s the next one?”

A creature that is often thought of as dirty
Its can be called by a name that starts with an S and rhymes with fine
This is coupled with a thing that is despised
A bump that won’t go away
Often caused by touching a toad

Again, Harry walked around talking to himself trying to work out the second puzzle. It seemed so obvious, but he wasn’t sure. Finally coming up with nothing else, he sighed, closed his eyes and whispered, “Is it ‘Hogwarts’.” He waited for the blow, finally he opened one of his eyes to see the Sphinx nodding slightly to him. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry asked, “And the third riddle?”

These two riddles combine together
To give you the answer for the final riddle

“That’s it?” Harry asked incredulously. At the nod of the Sphinx, he sighed and once again began to walk around the room working out the riddle.

“Well, the answers to the other riddles were ‘Founder’ and ‘Hogwarts.’ Harry said to himself, paceing across the room. “Is that the answer or is it more in depth.”

Smiling suddenly, he asked, “Is it Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffindor, and Salazar Slytherin?” He asked confidently deciding the answer to the third riddle would be more in depth, “The Hogwarts Founders?” With a nod, the Sphinx stepped aside, granting access to the door behind it.

ZephansAthena · 03-02-2007, 02:50 AM

I think the riddles were very well done! I think J.K. would be very happy to see her book sparked so much creativity. This is going great! Keep it up lady!!!

Zephan

P.S.
BIG

to Mich!!!

X-Girl · 03-02-2007, 05:38 AM

I stalked... I came... I saw riddles...and now I'm hooked!

Can't wait to finish reading --- *will edit in comments when I'm all done*

padfoot_88 · 03-02-2007, 11:56 AM

Nicely done!

JulieAnn · 03-02-2007, 04:38 PM

I am so glad that you guys liked this part, I had a lot of fun writing it, especislly Part B.

Zephan: Thank you so much for your input with this section, I am glad that you liked the way it turned out!

Tina:

Welcome!

I am glad that you liked the Riddles, I was trying to make them as clever as yours, but I am afraid that I fell short, we can't all be Riddle Masters after all

Shan: Thanks, it took some effort though, let me tell you!

I hope that you guys enjoyed this part as much as I did, the next post is the Founders!

JulieAnn · 03-02-2007, 04:52 PM

Chapter 22: The Founders

Harry walked forward, continually glancing at the Sphinx to make sure it wasn’t a trick, and finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, reached the door.

Again there was a portrait on the door. Dumbledore and Fawkes were waiting for him.

“Nice work Harry, I knew you would have no trouble with the riddles.” Dumbledore said proudly.

“Now this door is locked, and the only way to get through is to give an offering of yourself. You must move this portrait out of the way, stick your hand in the hole that will be uncovered, and when they have taken what they require, you will be allowed to pass. I can not continue on with you.”

Harry without hesitation, pushed back his robes, lifted the portrait and shoved his left arm into the hole. After a moment Harry began screaming as he felt searing pain spread up his arm.

He withdrew his arm as the door slid open; the tip of his pinky finger was missing from the joint up.

Grimacing, he ripped a piece from his robe and wrapped his finger in it to try to stop the bleeding, wondering only briefly why Fawkes didn’t try to cry on it.

Stepping through the doorway, still breathing heavy from the pain, Harry entered a new room.

The room was circular, and vaguely reminded him of the architecture in the Chamber of Secrets. The walls were made of stone, but lacked the dampness of the chamber.

As he entered the room, the door shut, making the area that held door indistinguishable from the rest of the wall.

Harry felt a slight weight on shoulder and looked up to see Fawkes, thankful that he at least could accompany him. After a brief nuzzle, Fawkes flew over and rested, out of the way

Harry stepped in to the middle of the room and looked around. On the walls, evenly spaced were four intricate carvings: a raven, a badger, a lion and a snake.

A bit confused, Harry realized that there were no portraits, just the carvings. “Hello. I am Harry Potter.” He said plainly after a moment.

A bright light filled the room, so bright that all he could see was white. The light disappeared as quickly as it had come, as if someone had flicked on and off a light switch.

Slowly his eyes began to readjust, and he realized that were the carvings had been now were the most ornate and beautiful portraits that he had ever seen. He looked from one to the next, wondering why these beautiful works of art where hidden in this room. It hit him like lightening that these were the Founders, and he instantly realized why they would want to be hidden away.

As he examined each of the Founders, they in turn examined him.

The first portrait he came to was Salazar Slytherin, and true to his reputation in the myths, he beheld Harry in a haughty matter. He was skinny and wiry; he had the sallow almost jaundice like skin of a person who didn’t get enough sunlight. He was sitting with his shoulders thrown forward giving his chest the appearance that it had caved in on itself. The light from the room shone off of his greasy black hair. If Harry hadn’t known better, he would think that Snape was related to this man. He realized that he didn’t know better and made a mental note to ask Dumbledore about it later.

“What’s wrong with my house?” He asked Harry disdainfully, as if he knew Harry’s conversation with the Sorting Hat.

“I hope you happy.” Harry said scowling at him as he walked on, missing the almost baffled look on the man's face.

The next portrait he came was a woman so beautiful, she took Harry’s breath away. She was a slender woman with pale white skin, deep almost slate blue eyes, and long black flowing hair that was so dark it almost appeared to have a blue-ish sheen to it. Harry took a deep breath as the woman, as if used to this reaction, gave him a soft knowing smile.

Nodding to whom he knew was Rowena Ravenclaw, he reluctantly and almost painfully tore his eyes away and moved on.

The next portrait held a woman that made you want to smile just to look at her. She was beautiful, but in a jovial kind of way, not the stark almost painful beauty of the previous woman. Although she was slender, she was a bit plumper than Rowena, and reminded him an awful lot of Molly Weasley.

He couldn’t help but to grin up at her, and she returned his grin with one of her own. She had long blond hair, in a thick plait that she had pulled over one shoulder, plump pink cheeks and a smile that was infectious.

“You must be Helga.” He said to her.

“I am.” She said giggling as he moved on.

His smile left his face however as he came to the next portrait. The man in the portrait had a gruff, rugged appearance but was none the less an immensely handsome man. He had the appearance of a man that other men aspire to be. In contrast to the other male Founder, this one had thick wavy brown hair; he stood tall, and had a full muscular chest. His very presence commanded respect. He wasn’t smiling, but his brown eyes had a pleasant glow to them. Harry stared in open mouthed awe at this man, fighting the urge to bow before him.

“Godric Gryffindor.” He said in a tone of almost adoration.

“At your service.” The man said giving Harry a slight bow of the head. “I hear you pulled my sword out of the Sorting Hat.” The man said patting the ornate sword buckled to his belt.”

“Yeah, to kill my pet!” Salazar interrupted, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Your ‘pet’ killed a student, and petrified several more!” Harry exclaimed angrily.

“Now, now, let’s not quarrel.” Rowena said in a beautifully soft voice.

“Her voice is almost as beautiful as she is.” Harry thought to himself as he stared at her picture, not realizing that he had spoken aloud.

“Come, come, boy. Yes she is beautiful, but get a hold of yourself, your starting to drool.” Godric said laughing.

Shaking his head as if to clear Harry tore his eyes away from the vision of a woman and stood in the center of the room. At a nod from Godric, he and the rest of the Founders sat down, leaving Harry standing.

“So.” Began Godric, “Tell us what you know about the veil.”

“It ate my Godfather.” Harry said simply.

At a giggle from Helga, Godric, one eyebrow arched, asked, “Anything else.” He had a small smile on his face.

Scrunching up his forhead, trying to remember anything else Harry said, “It calls to you. Not directly of course, but it kind of whispers. Not so that you can hear it, but almost, and it makes you feel like you just want to step inside to see who is whispering and what they are saying.” He had a thoughtful look on his face.

He looked up and realized that the Founders were all staring at him intently, worried expressions on their faces.

“It is beginning to try to communicate, to lure people in.” Helga said a slight tremor in her voice.

“We need to ask you to do something very dangerous, and unless you promise to do this, we will not tell you how to remove your Godfather from the veil.” Rowena said solemnly

“Yes, of course.” Harry said, nodding, “I will do anything that you need me to do.”

“Wonderful!” Godric exclaimed clapping his hands once. “Now, we need you to destroy the veil. You will have to extract your Godfather, and destroy the veil at the same time. It must be perfect executed, because you can not go back and do it over if you make a mistake.”

He snapped his fingers as he said this and a piece of paper appeared out of a burst of flame and floated down to Harry.

“Memorize it. Word perfectly. You will not have time to read it as you go along.” Godric said firmly. “Have a seat, and we will walk you through it.” He said as a chair appeared behind Harry.

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