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Post by punklil007 on Jun 21, 2005 20:12:42 GMT -5
Chapter One: The Intruder A creak of a floor board. Harry jumped and spun around, his bed sheets twisted about him so tight it was hard to breath. He put on his glasses and pulled his wand from his bed side table, jumping up to face his intruder. The door creaked open. Something with spikey hair moved forwards, hands out like a zombi. It walked right into Harry. He started to scream. "Shut up!!!" the person said. Her voice sounded offley familiar. Harry stopped screaming. If it was a witch it wouldn't help to rouse the dursley's. Her hand found his mouth, her fingers were covered in rings. The bedside lamp switched on. A tall witch stood before him with violet hair. She had a t-shirt on that said: Don't touch me I change. She had wripped jeans on and she sighed. "Gosh Harry," Tonks said," I couldn't see a thing!!!" Harry sighed but didn't lower his wand in case it was some sort of shape shifter. "You can put that thing down, goodness me if you are nearly as clumsy as me you'll poke my eye out with it." Tonks said pushing the wand tip away. Harry gave her a stern look. "Not convinced ay?" She closed her eyes tight and her hair went from spiky bright violet to chalky white and straight down to her denim butt. Harry lowered his wand to the bed and Tonks looked around. "Still in this dismal place?" She swiveled her head behind her. "What's going on?" Harry asked, the shock of being intruded wore off and he was suddenly preassured with the terror of why she might have come. She took a deep breath, "You aren't going to like this..." she said skanning his face. "What?" Harry asked slightly louder then he had entinded. "There is to be...a searching...and we need you...uh, under protection whilst it goes." Harry stared at her. "What kind of searching?" Harry asked. He suddenly had more questions then his brain or his tongue could handel. "Not now. You'll wake your muggels. I tell you more on the way." She flicked her wand and suddenly his trunk flew from his closet and began packing itself. "Oops," Tonk said, going red and flicking her wand again, "lets not forget underware!!!" "I've got to remember that one." Harry said, sighing. Harry and Tonks carefully carried his trunk down the Dursley's stairs. Tonks hadn't let him change either. "We need to get you, uh, to safety as fast as we can," She hadn't met his eyes when she said it. On the lawn, Tonks set down the trunk and took a lighter from her back pocket. She chuckled. "Got to be carefull with that one. Moody says one day I'll sit on it and my buttox will set fire." Harry laughed. Tonks shhhed him, tyring to keep her own voice steady. Tonks held out the lighter, which Harry already knew was a put-outer and clicked it. All the balls of light from the street lamps came to Tonks like she had called them. "They have updated it a bit from my last visit." She stowed it now on her hip pocket. "I'm not so good at these incantations, Flora calls them, but I'll try. Be patient it might take me a couple of tries." Just as Harry started to wonder who Flora was, Tonks started the stupidist spell he'd ever heard. "Here we are, on grass of green,trying to hide from things of mean, turn me inside out but not upside down for I am not some silly clown." Tonks winced as she said the last part. Nothing happened. She said it again. And again. It took seven tries before anything happened. AS Tonks uttered the last words, Harry felt a familiar ripping from behind his navel and a soaring in his ears. Either he was flying and invisible or being transported by a portkey through a spell. WHichever it was, he was suddenly standing in the hall of Grimalde Place.
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Post by punklil007 on Jun 21, 2005 20:25:45 GMT -5
Chapter Two: Between Two Minds "Oh Harry!!! It's so good to see you!!!" Mrs. Weasely said hugging him so hard he thought he might burst. (NOTE: SIRIUS IS NOT DEAD IN THIS STORY!!!) "Nice to see you too Mrs. Weasely!!!" Harry managed to choke out. "Now don't strangel him Molly." Lupin said putting a hand on her shoulder. Mrs. Weasely stood up and straightened her dress, smileing. Lupin kneeled to eye level with Harry. "You don't know how glad I am to see you alive Harry. I was worried after-" He didn't finish, looked away. "What?" Harry was scared, confused HURT more than anything that even Lupin LUPIN wouldn't tell him what was going on. Lupin straightened up. "All in good time. All in good time." (I highly despise it when people say this in books, but its too fittly for here)Lupin patted his shoulder. "Harry, why don't you go upstairs? Ron and Hermionie are waiting for you. Mind you they haven't slept a wink since we told them we were sending someone to get you!!!" So Ron and Hermionie knew. Knew why it was so urgent to fetch Harry, KNEW why it was important he was kept more hidden then ever before. He trudged up the stairs, feeling more tired then anything else. He opened the door he suspected from his last stay here was Ron's and peered in. Ron and Hermionie were sitting on a bed with a girl harry didn't reconize. She had jet black hair and hooded eyes. Her face was boney and gont, lifeless cept for the sparkle in her eyes. She stared at him as he stared back, her piercing blue eyes boring into his. Flora. He didn't know how he knew, but this girl was FLora. For a girl who knew incantations it was wierd that she sat there in an oversized t-shirt that said: Where theres a wand, theres a way! And pj bottoms with brooms on them that swooped and flew over her thighs and ankles. "Harry!!!" Hermionie screamed jumping from the bed and throwing her arms about his kneck. "We were so worried about you!" She said into his ear. Harry followed her over to the bed and sat down. "You know of course about the searching?" Hermionie said waiting for Harry to break loose as he had done a summer before. "Yes but I don't know what it is!!!" Harry protested, an edge creaping into his voice. "Neither do we, niether do we." Hermionie said quickly glancing at him to make sure he wasn't going to attack. Flora was silent. <I do.> Harry glanced at her. Her lips had not moved, and yet. He glanced at Hermionie and Ron they hadn't noticed anything. <Ha!!! They can't hear me. I know what the searching is.> He stared at Flora. Her lips did not move. Harry started to open his mouth when Flora finally spoke, climbing off the bed towards a door to the left, "Well I'm off to bed. See you mates in the morning." She disapeared through the doors. Her voice was light and husky at the same time. "Did you hear that?" Harry asked looking at Ron and Hermionie, "Did you hear her speak." Ron adn Hermionie glanced at eachother.
"Hear what?"
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 21, 2005 22:07:25 GMT -5
this story is good but i can't stand some things about it and you did it last time. please don't unclude side notes in the fic. it gets confusing. either say it before you start or after each post because it gets confusing. i thought Lupin said that for a minute. Apart from that, NICE STORY!!! ;D
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Post by punklil007 on Jun 22, 2005 8:12:08 GMT -5
Chapter 3: Arguements
Harry dozed in and out of sleep, his old nightmare continuisily awakeing him. He awoke in the morning to the sound of angry voices downstairs. He crept out of his room and sat down next to the banister, pressing his ear to the doow. A voice he reconized as his godfather was saying, "He deserves to know! You think this whole thing can revolve around him without him ever knowing anything about it?" "It's a scary thing Padfoot, and he wouldn't understand how much danger this puts us all in!!!" Lupin battled. "But Flora knows," Mrs. Weasely put in. "And Flora is trustworthy. She understands, after what she's been through and she would've found out anyways." "And Harry hasn't been through any tramas in his life?" Sirious said slightly sarcastically, his voice rising. "But Hermionie and Ron..." "Enough."A calm, quiet voice belonging to Albus Dumbledore floated through the squaking, "There will be a time when Harry will NEED to know and WE WILL tell him then." Dumbledoor let the silence sink and then said in a much more tired voice than before, "I think I'll go Molly." Harry Turned so he could see the hallway beneath him. Dumbledoor was taking a traveling cloak from the peg's by the door. Snape did the same and they aparated, disapearing. Harry waited till Mrs. Weasly and the others had gone into the kitchen and then took the stairs 2 at a time. THe kitchen was warm, filled with good smells and people. "Harry, come over here." Sirius thumped his hand on the bench beside him. Harry sat down. Fred and George were talking business with their father, now owning their own shop. Hermionie and Ron sat across form them arguing about the correct way to say the sticking spell. "It's waxindio, make the wax nice and long." Hermionie said, sticking Ron's hand to the table for the 5th or so times. Lupin was helping Mrs. Weasely and at the other end of the table talking to Tonks was... Flora. She looked up, catching Harry's eyes on her and again she spoke, without moving her lips. <goodmorning Harry.>
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Post by punklil007 on Jun 22, 2005 8:30:52 GMT -5
srry about the comments. It's something I do in storys just a habbit. I'll stop though.
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Post by punklil007 on Jun 22, 2005 8:49:23 GMT -5
Chapter Four: Danger in the Mist Harry spent most of the day being crooned over by mrs.weasley about his dirty socks, msuty t-shirts and filthy pants, spellotaping some of his books back together as they were a little worse for ware and tear and cleaning out one of the bedrooms. This was a very nasty job. Mrs. Weasely did all the wand stuff like banishing the bed and the painting above it that squaked as it disapeared: "You'll never hear the end of me..." Mrs. Weasely shivered, "This house gives me the creeps." She said turning to the armwah. There was a herd of pixie's in here that took them three whole hours ann the help of sirious to catch. Harry was glad Flora was helping Tonks and Lupin finish unsticking the paintings in the halls. They had gotten Mrs. Black off after much termoil but it seemed in her abscence the others had gotten more attached to their surroundings, so to speak. After a long day of freezing pixie’s, cleaning a couple of Fire Fairy’s out of the drapes (this was extra hard because they kept setting fire to them and Mrs. Weasely had to put it out with her wand, Harry was ready to sleep. Mrs. Weasely had other plans. She made a spectacualr dinner, consisting of all his favorite foods (without asking him what they were) for a welcome home kind of thing. Harry was full to bursting when the conversation turned to school. "I can't wait for 6th year. I wonder what defense against the dark arts teacher we'll be getting." Ron said to Fred as he had his FOURTH slice of deep dish apple pie with ice cream. "Hope they make leaks sprout of your ears so you can come work for us!!!" George said nudgeing ron. "GEORGE!!!" "Sorry mum." Harry didn't wan to ask but the quesiton was eating his tongue. "Where do you go to school Flora?" Harry was so surprised it hadn't come out of his mouth he nearly fell of the back of the bench. Hermionie was looking imploringly at Flora. Flora smiled a crisp even smile. "IF I went to school I'd be in you year. My powers are not constraned to a wand so school is no use to me. I learn everything here," she gestured around the kitchen. Hermionie nodded her on but Flora was finished talking about herself. "Hermionie, I heard you are the top in your class." Hermionie's face reddened. Harry was so sleepy he almost fell asleep right there he waited for the words he wanted to hear so badly. And when they came it was a gift. "Alright bed!!!" Mrs. Weasely said. Harry then realized it was completely pointless to get up as he had already dosed off into his plate but he didn't point that out. He lugged his feet up the stair and put on his PJ's. He crawled into bed and felt himself fall asleep before his head even hit the pillow. He was walking through a forest, but those weren't trees. They were tall pillars of some sort, arcing high over his head. He could hardly see his hands in front of him, there was mist all around so thick he could've cup it with sizzor. He saw an open space up ahead. There was someone there he could feel it, some in Danger. a figure who was floated several inches above the ground and wearing dark glass leaned over someones body. The body of a boy with jet black hair. They were holding something- his heart. They stared at him and laughed a high cold laugh. Harry sat straight up in bed rubbing his eyes. Their was a faint breeze on his kneck but-he hadn't left the window open!!! He jerked around. Someone, someone in a black cloak, who hung in the air several inches anove the ground and dark glasses stood before him, holding their wand but what Harry saw was so much scarrier then this person.
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Post by punklil007 on Jun 22, 2005 8:53:16 GMT -5
Chapter Five: The vision and the figure As they flicked their wand his forehead exploded with pain and he could see them, see his parents his parents dieing he could see his mothers screaming face, his fathers still body on the floor, his face THE face that had haunted his head for years. He screamed without knowing he was screaming. He was looking straight at this person-woman or man he was not sure- but he was seeing things, seeing his parents his dead loyal parents. There were foot steps on the stairs, sprinting upwards. Please let them get here, please let them get here and make this stop. The figure looked behind him at the sound and dropped his wand. Harry continued to scream, feeling he would never stop. The figure ran for the window- or rather glided as the him of their cloak never really touched the ground. They pulled themselves through shutting it. Harry continued to scream and scream the door burst open and Lupin charged in his wand out, followed by Sirious and Mr. Weasely in a dressing gown. Lupin help his wand out in front of him his face contorting with rage and fear. When they saw there was no one else there, Lupin and Mr. Weasely rushed to the window. Sirious came over to Harry who was still screaming and rapped his arms around him. Harry screamed and screamed until he thought he couldn't scream anymore, pressing his face into his godfathers shoulder. Finally, Sirious pulled away and tapped his head with his wand. Harry's screaming stopped but he than began to cry. He leaned back against Sirious as Lupin said to Arthur: "They were here. The searching has begon."
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Post by Jess on Jun 22, 2005 9:17:43 GMT -5
HOLY CRAP! PMNPMNPMNNNNNNNN!!!!!! (Post More Now)
xxx Jess
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 22, 2005 10:42:16 GMT -5
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Post by punklil007 on Jun 22, 2005 12:12:46 GMT -5
Chapter 6: The girl speaks Mrs. Weasely came up and told him to get some sleep. He didn't understand how she expected him to sleep after what he had seen. The spell Sirious put on him continiously wore off and he repeatedly started screaming again. Lupin stood outside his door and Sirious sat on the floor in fron of his bed. Mrs. Weasely went to reasure everyone else that everything was fine. Harry was soooo tired. He continusialy floated in and out of sleep, always waking up after see his mothers anguished face, hearing his fathers pleading crys. He came down to breakfast late, slouching over his plate, not feeling like eating much of anything. His eyes were so black and blue from lack of sleep, someone might as well as punched him and you wouldn't know the diffrence. He couldn't get the images out of his mind: His dying mother and Father, HIS body- for now it had hit him that it was he who had been lying in that forest of pilars HE whoes heart the person had been holding, his blood dripping from the hands of the person. "Harry!!!" harry just wanted it to stop, this madness. let the arurors catch Voldemort. Let him die again. Let him vanish, leave me in peace. "Harry!!!" He didn't ask for this, he didn't want this!!! If he hadn't smashed the prophescy, he would've known- "Harry!!!"His head jerked up. Hermionie's imploring sympathetic face stared at him from across the table. "Can you pass the marmalade please?" She asked gingerly as if he might shatter if she spoke normaly. Harry passed her the jar. They had said- no that was wrong- SHE had said, Flora had said she knew knew what the searching was. He could ask her. He WOULD ask her. The house would never be empty, everyone would be on their gaurd except... For their meatings. Someone would stand guard ONE person would stand gaurd. Flora needn't join them. He had an odd idea that she didn't need to, that there were people- other people- in the order she could communicate with. But he would have to wait, wait until the drawing room doors closed and one person was left listening outside. He would have to wait. Mrs. Weasely insisted he rest and not do work with them but Harry found that his mind stayed off the nights events when he had something to do. Mrs. Weasely finally sighed, gave in and said he could help them scrub the dresser if he really insisted. Ron nor Hermionie mention his screaming but he constantly felt their eyes on him. He would look up and catch their eyes for a moment. They would smile and look away. Finally, people began to flood into the house and Mrs. Weasely shooed them upstairs muttering things like, 'I can't have you underfoot GO!" and "Through the window!!!" Harry trapsed up the stairs after Ron and Hermionie but told them he was going to check on buckbeak. They made no comment except glancing at eachother and a prolonged, "Alrighhht..." Harry rolled his eyes, "You think I'm going to jump out the window or something?" THey didn't answer and disapeared into Ron's bedroom. Flora was already at the end of the hall. He ran to catch up. "Flora," He called. She turned around and her eyes got wide. She turned and started to sprint. "Flora WAIT!!!" He grabbed her arm. "Get off ME!!!" She wailed, only loud enough for them both to hear, twisting and flailing to try to loosen his grip. It didn't. He felt a sharp lighting bolt of pain as if someone had pierced his thoughts with a dagger soar threw his head as he held her arm. He decided to try talking in his head to her, try. <Flora.> She didn't meet his eyes, she looked away. <Flora. What is the searching?> She twisted and flailed and hit him. "I can't tell you she whimmpered tears streaming down her face and she kicked and hit him, trying to get him to let go, "I can't. I can't." The pain again. < Flora, TELL ME!!!> "No I can't!!!" She wailed, "I won't break their trust. I can't. GET OFF!!!" She threw a nasty punch and hit Harry hard on the side of his head. He caught her other upper arm. She screamed, not loud enough to carry down the stairs but only into Harry's head. <Speak to me like you did the first night I was here. Like I am to you now> "NO I can't. You don't understand-" <Don't understand? DON'T UNDERSTAND? I watched my parents get murdered last night!!! I have the right to know.> "You don't understand. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for-" <SPEAK TO ME FLORA!!! Tell me what this searching thing is!!! Tell me!!!> Harry felt his brain swirling, all his thoughts thrown into a big pile. <Tell me.> There was silence. He closed his eyes. Nothing. The wall vibrated around them. <They're searching for you.> Harry's eyes opened. <What?> His grip on her arms tightened. <It's more complicated then that but I can't-> <Tell me, I know> <That's all I can tell you. I can't-> Her voice in her head peetered off. She looked up at him through her hooded eyes. "You don't understand. You will never understand the pain. You think you have. But you never will." She said it so quietly and in such a dangerous whisper. She stared at him hardly then yanked herself from his grasp and disapered into her bedroom, leaving Harry alone in the hallway with just the echo of voices from downstairs to drown out the confusion in his head.
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Post by punklil007 on Jun 22, 2005 14:30:51 GMT -5
Chapter Seven: The blood of a foe Harry returned to Ron's room to tell them what he had just found out. "Who's searching for you?" Ron asked dumfounded. "I don't know all Flora said was they are searching for me!" Harry said, wanting to throw up his hands. "But why..." Hermionie started, "It can't just be the death eaters, they have been searching for you for forever, its not suddenly a big deal!" "Flora said it was more complicated." Harry said rubbing his forehead in destress. "How could that get more complicated?" Ron asked slightly sarcastically. Harry looked at them. He didn't want them to look more pained then they already did but they needed to know. So he told them about the night before, about the dream and the figure in his dream. Hermionie gasped when he described the person holding Harry's heart and she began to cry silently. "But...it was only a dream? Right?" Ron said slowly, as if trying to convince himself. Harry had to go on, now that he had started. He told them about the man in his room and the vision, the vision of his parents dieing. "Oh no biggy then!" Ron said. Harry was astonished. "I mean, you've had tons of dreams of your parents dieing!!!" "But this was diffrent!!! In those dreams I only hear them I've never seen them before. Only a big flash of green light." "Maybe it was a dementor." Ron said, basking around for other solutions, "They make you relive it don't they?" "I told you," Harry said angrily, teeth gritted, "THis wasn't the same. I SAW my parents faces Ron. I saw my dieing father and my mother pleading with Voldemort." Ron and Hermionie flinched at the sound of his name. "And you said," hermionie asked slowly, because harry was likely to start screaming at any second, "That they said an incantation?" "No! There was no spell, no incantation! His lips- well I couldn't see them- but no sound was uttered. He just flicked his wand!!!" Harry said, panic rising in his voice. "I've never heard of such a thing!" Hermionie sounded destressed. After all her book reading she had never come acros a curse such as this and to Hermionie, that was something to fret about. Harry glanced from Ron to Hermionie. "You do believe me, don't you?" Hermionie and Ron exchanged looks. "Oh we believe you it's just...scarey you know?" Hermionie said carefully. "After your intruder-" Ron started but harry cut him off so briskyl he shouldn't have even spoken at all. "It wasn't just an intruder.." "We know Harry!" Hermionie said gently, "But thats what they told us. After your attack, Flora was silent, she hardly spoke at all." "So? You trust Flora?" harry spat, slightly more meanly then he had entneded. "Yes! Because she, well they won't really tell us exactly what but she is a very powerful witch Harry, far more powerful then any of the sixth years at our school. Far more powerful then some of the teachers at our school." Hermionie said, pressing on. "We didn't know what happened, they just said you had an intruder!" "So this searching thing, it's for your-your heart?" Ron stuttered. Harry shook his head. "She said it was more complicated!!!" Harry repeated. "Harry, I'm worried as are you but- Harry your scar!!!" Hermionie reached out. Harry felt his head. There was something wet on it. He ran to the mirror. His scar-not a scab- a scar was gushing blood all over the place!!!It was a scar not a scab and it had never EVER bled before!!! He grabbed a bath cloth and pressed it to his forhead. Pulling it away, he watched as the already blood soaked towel turned from blood red- the color of cranberries- to snake green. Harry yelped and wretched. He stuck his face under the faucet and pressed the towel against it but the bleeding wouldn't stop and his blood kept turning green. He wretched again. He screamed. He heard pounding footsteps outside on the stairs and then Sirious (who had been the one on watch) burst through the doors. He ran over to Harry who was kneeling on the floor gasping for air with Ron and Hermionie at his shoulders. There was much pounding of feet outside the door as Sirious tried to coax Harry's head from the towel. Harry felt cold sweat trickle down his bloody forhead. The doors burst open and Lupin ran in. Harry scanned Siriouses grave face as he held out the sodden green towel to Lupin. Even as Harry-and everyone around him- watched, as soon as the drops of blood from his head, hit the floor or the flesh on his thighs they turned green.
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Post by Jess on Jun 22, 2005 14:42:49 GMT -5
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!PMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!??!?!??! P
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Jun 22, 2005 17:04:27 GMT -5
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Post by Jess on Jun 22, 2005 17:07:46 GMT -5
lol KC ;D
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Post by Lyss118 on Jun 22, 2005 19:43:49 GMT -5
Wow, this is really intense. And it just started! Really, really intense.... More bleeding scars, huh? I'm eager to know what that means, and why his blood was turning green. really interesting, and along the lines of what Jess was saying, post more soon!!
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