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The Origin of Sorrow
An outcast living on the edge, bitter and full of hatred.
A scrap of paper, forsaken on the edge of a forest.
A pool of jet-black quagmire, with a skull floating in it.
Such is the beginning of the dementor.
The outcast, a fallen seer, paused on her relentless journey south. She had reached the edge of a wood, a wood filled with sunshine, young animals, and happiness. The thought of it made her sick. But yet, the forest had its uses. She chuckled, the grating sound causing a few young rabbits to drop dead then and there. Taking no notice of their corpses, she limped on, fingering the dirty scrap of parchment in her pocket, and laughing her cackling laugh. “I shall return, and those mudbloods who dare defy me shall rue the day they were born.”
The next day, she came upon a canyon, dark and filled with shimmering echoes. Seeing a muggle on a horse coming up a narrow path out of the canyon, she called up to him, “What is that canyon’s name, young muggle?” He looked startled, and replied “What's a muggle? Whatever it is, it's not me." then, puffing out his chest proudly, he said "I am, in fact, the son of the vicar. And as for that canyon, wench, that is the Canyon of Forsaken Echoes. I wouldn’t advise going down there.” He cast an amused look at her, in her rags, with her ancient walking stick. “Looks like one good spirit would finish you off.” Then, he rode on. The hag did not take kindly to being laughed at. Plunging her hand into her pocket, she brought out a scarred wand. “Avada Kedavra!” she shrieked. He fell from his horse, limp and still. She pointed her wand at him once more. “Incendio!” she said, every syllable shaking with rage, and he burst into flames. Turning her back on him, she decsended into the darkness of the canyon.
Her eyes gradually adjusted to the gloom. When they did, the first thing she saw was a pool of blackness, with something white floating in it. "Must be my lucky day." she said, scooping the skull out of the water. She then took a vial from her pocket, and filled it with the quagmire. Then, she stumped away, the black mass writhing sinuously behind her.
Soon, she reached a cave. "Home sweet home." she sighed. It was times like this she regretted ever leaving Anng. The town might have been dark and gloomy, but at least it had heated water, and plenty of slaves to attend to your every need. It had been a Dark Arts center for years, and she had been Cindlehadsa's personal seer. She allowed herself a wan smile. Cindlehadsa was the most powerful dark wizard ever born, and being his pet certainly had its uses. All she had to do was feed him a steady supply of fake prophecies about how his rein would continue forever, and she was allowed to have whatever she wanted, including the best slaves. And, better yet, she was allowed to torture his prisoners. Ah yes, she loved pain...of others. She loved the scream that came out of a prisoner's mouth when she dropped them onto metal spikes, she loved the way the light left their eyes when they finally gave up. "Ahhhhh." she sighed. She loved pain.
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In a city that could just barely be seen from the distance, a young man tossed and turned in his bunk. Finally, admitting defeat, he got out of bed and opened the door. "Brother?" said a voice. He turned around. A tousle-haired 10-year old was standing behind him. "Gwenyfar, what is it?" he asked. "If you're going outside," she said, "at least bring your sword. You know how evil this cursed city gets at night. It's even worse than during the day, as impossible as that might seem." chuckling, Godric Gryffindor buckled on the ruby encrusted sword that lay on his bedside table, and headed out into the night. Emerging onto the cobblestone street, he set out towards the edge of the city. Passing a rowdy bar called "The Laughing Hyena", he came to a large set of sturdy iron gates. "Laddy buck, what's it that you be doin' this late at night?" he asked. "Especially," he added, "on the night before All Hallows Eve?" "I couldn't sleep, and I fancied a walk." he replied, not intimidated in the least by the gristly old man leering down at him. The old man let out a bark of laughter. "Thom, come 'ere an' 'ave a look at this! This young whippersnapper thinks he should go outside the city!" A bearded youth appeared. "You be pullin' me leg, old cod. there ain't no one there, none 'tall."
The old man cast a puzzled look at the square, and sure enough, the young lad was gone. Outside the city, Godric paused to look back at the city gates. He wasn't scared of the old man, but the young muggle with him looked like trouble. Setting off again, he glanced at the sky. A cry escaped his lips. The previously clear sky was now filled with billowing black smoke.
It wraithed across the sky, coming from the canyon. He smiled. Adventure!
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(The next part of the story takes place right after Harry's 6th year, after he went to the Dursley's and Godric's Hollos 'n all.)
Harry was walking down a path in a village somewhere, for the umpteenth time, looking for a horcrux that was probably on the other side of the world. Ron and Hermione were bickering behind him, but he was far to used to this to care. Therefore, it was much to his surprise when a crimson-headed teen materialized on the ground in front of him. He stopped so suddenly that Hermione crashed into him, and they both went toppling to the ground. Looking up, he asked "Who are you?" "I'm Godric." he said. "Godric Gryffindor."
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After Godric had headed towards the canyon, he had seen a strange-looking contraption on the ground. It looked like an hourglass, but larger, with gold smoke in it instead of sand. It was hanging on a golden chain, with red strips of cloth braided into it. He picked it up and slung it around his neck. As he walked on, he twiddled it in his hand, and the next thing he knew, he was on a street made out of a strange black material, looking down at a black haired boy with a lightning scar on his forehead, and a girl with bushy brown hair. A gangly, freckly, red-haired boy wa staring at him from farther down the road. All three were looking shocked, and were wearing something black that was definitely NOT wizard's robes.
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The old man cast a puzzled look at the square, and sure enough, the young lad was gone. Outside the city, Godric paused to look back at the city gates. He wasn't scared of the old man, but the young muggle with him looked like trouble. Setting off again, he glanced at the sky. A cry escaped his lips. The previously clear sky was now filled with billowing black smoke.
It wraithed across the sky, coming from the canyon. He smiled. Adventure!
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Um, okay, I have no idea how that feedback thread just popped up, but it sure goes to the right place! Here's the next part of my story, and remember, I think it's GREAT if other people continue the story.
(The next part of the story takes place right after Harry's 6th year, after he went to the Dursley's and Godric's Hollos 'n all.)Harry was walking down a path in a village somewhere, for the umpteenth time, looking for a horcrux that was probably on the other side of the world. Ron and Hermione were bickering behind him, but he was far to used to this to care. Therefore, it was much to his surprise when a crimson-headed teen materialized on the ground in front of him. He stopped so suddenly that Hermione crashed into him, and they both went toppling to the ground. Looking up, he asked "Who are you?" "I'm Godric." he said. "Godric Gryffindor."
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After Godric had headed towards the canyon, he had seen a strange-looking contraption on the ground. It looked like an hourglass, but larger, with gold smoke in it instead of sand. It was hanging on a golden chain, with red strips of cloth braided into it. He picked it up and slung it around his neck. As he walked on, he twiddled it in his hand, and the next thing he knew, he was on a street made out of a strange black material, looking down at a black haired boy with a lightning scar on his forehead, and a girl with bushy brown hair. A gangly, freckly, red-haired boy wa staring at him from farther down the road. All three were looking shocked, and were wearing something black that was definitely NOT wizard's robes.
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Now the strange boy was saying something. "Who are you?" he asked. "I'm Godric." he replied. "Godric Gryffindor." The boy was staring at him as though snakes were about to burst out of his skull. Feeling he should break the silence, Godric asked "Are you a muggle?" "No." he replied. "It's just that Godric Gryffindor died AGES ago." Suddenly the brown-haired girl spoke up sharply. "What's that around your neck?" "Oh, this?" he answered. "It's just an hourglass thingy. And by the way, what on earth is that road made of?" The girl (Hermione, obviously, but Godric doesn't know that) ignored his question, and said "May I have a look at that?" Surprised, Godric held out the hourglass. As Hermione touched it, the world dissolved around her and she dissapeared, and the hourglass thudded to the ground. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" The tall, red-haired boy screamed. "WHERE IS SHE?"
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Hermione was whisked through a confusing tangle of objects, shapes, and memories, until she landed in a sandy desert outside of a large city. Up above her, black clouds writhed and twisted, forming shapes briefly before blowing away on the wind. They were coming from a canyon just visible on the horizon. Suddenly, the wind stopped, the birds were silenced, and the wind held it's breath. Then...the earth exploded. Huge waves of wind carried the sand of the desert in vicious, rippling waves, and she was swept towards the canyon in a whirl of danger and fear. She was going closer to the canyon, trying desperately to free herself from the wind's crushing grip, then she was over the canyon, the wind gave out, she was falling...then darkness.
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Twilight was falling, and the old seer had conjured a glimmering silver cauldron. On the inside of it, black veins of mica and dull gray threads of lead intertwined in a cacophany of death. Humming to herself, she uncorked the bottle filled with quagmire and poored it into the cauldron, which filled it up about 2/3 of the way. Then she took out the skull and ground it up into a fine powder, which she set aside. Finally, she took out the scrap of parchment from her pocket and consulted it. "Three pinches of deadly nightshade." she murmered, taking a small kit from behind a rock. Opening it, she revealed more than 300 poisons. Taking the deadly nightshade, she added some. Then she looked at the parchment again, and inserted a few chemicals. A scoop of Fermaldehyde, a pinch of Arsenic, a bottle of hemlock, she added the deadly spices. Then she kindled a fire under it with her wand, but not an ordinary fire. It was black, and breathed of decay, dark water, silence, and death. Then she took out a rod of solid phosphorus, and stirred the mixture 77 times counterclockwise. The liquid now had to brew for 13 hours. She settled down for a good nap, and was rudely awakened hours later as a teen thudded into the canyon.
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Hermione was whisked through a confusing tangle of objects, shapes, and memories, until she landed in a sandy desert outside of a large city. Up above her, black clouds writhed and twisted, forming shapes briefly before blowing away on the wind. They were coming from a canyon just visible on the horizon. Suddenly, the wind stopped, the birds were silenced, and the wind held it's breath. Then...the earth exploded. Huge waves of wind carried the sand of the desert in vicious, rippling waves, and she was swept towards the canyon in a whirl of danger and fear. She was going closer to the canyon, trying desperately to free herself from the wind's crushing grip, then she was over the canyon, the wind gave out, she was falling...then darkness.
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Twilight was falling, and the old seer had conjured a glimmering silver cauldron. On the inside of it, black veins of mica and dull gray threads of lead intertwined in a cacophany of death. Humming to herself, she uncorked the bottle filled with quagmire and poored it into the cauldron, which filled it up about 2/3 of the way. Then she took out the skull and ground it up into a fine powder, which she set aside. Finally, she took out the scrap of parchment from her pocket and consulted it. "Three pinches of deadly nightshade." she murmered, taking a small kit from behind a rock. Opening it, she revealed more than 300 poisons. Taking the deadly nightshade, she added some. Then she looked at the parchment again, and inserted a few chemicals. A scoop of Fermaldehyde, a pinch of Arsenic, a bottle of hemlock, she added the deadly spices. Then she kindled a fire under it with her wand, but not an ordinary fire. It was black, and breathed of decay, dark water, silence, and death. Then she took out a rod of solid phosphorus, and stirred the mixture 77 times counterclockwise. The liquid now had to brew for 13 hours. She settled down for a good nap, and was rudely awakened hours later as a teen thudded into the canyon.
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Hermione woke in a few hours, and the first thing she saw was an old woman bending over a simmering cauldron. Turning, the woman smiled, leering as though she knew something that Hermione didn't know. "Ah. It's awake, the little toad, the prime specimen that tumbled so willingly into my arms. Hee hee hee hee!" Hermione was strongly reminded of Kreature. Before she could collect her thoughts, the hag had stepped up to her and inserted something into her hand. Hermione gasped as waves after waves of pain washed over her, bringing with them dark threads of unconciousness.
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Harry was beginning to panic. Ron seemed to have lost his mind, and was attacking a young Godric Gryffindor with his bare hands. Hermione had dissapeared, sucked to who-knows-where by a strange hourglass. And his scar was hurting so much it was almost unbearable. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ron pick something up. "Goodbye." Ron said, turning over the hourglass. Harry grabbed his sleeve just in time, and right before they were whisked away he felt Godric Gryffindor grasp his hair. The next thing he knew, Hermione's screams were ringing in his ears. Turning, he tripped and fell...into empty space. He floundered for a moment, then was pulled back onto solid ground by Godric. Ron was in his other hand, trying his best to get to the screams (which, as you've probably guessed, were coming from the canyon). "We...go...Hermione...geroff..." panted Ron. "I'll let go of you," said Godric, "if you heed sense and use the path." For the first time Harry noticed a narrow track running down the side of the gorge. Wordlessly, he headed down, Godric and Ron trailing behind him.
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Ron ran ahead of Harry to get to his beloved's shrieks, and almost killed himself as he skidded on loose pebbles. Nonetheless, he was the first to enter the canyon, where a deeply disturbing sight met his eyes.
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Hermione was tied to a boulder, screaming at the top of her lungs. An old hag was stirring a cauldron full of darkness, her wand sticking out of her pocket. Suddenly, she turned, her wand pointed directly at Hermione's heart. "If you surrender, I promise I won't hurt her. Yet." "Oh-oh yeah?" said Ron. "Yeah." she replied. Then "Crucio!" at this, Hermione's head lolled and her screams stopped abruptly, as though her last resistance was gone. "NOOOOO!" Ron yelled, hurling himself at the hag, not caring whether he lived or died...
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Hermione hurt. Agony was pouring in from all sides, and refusing to go back again. Dimly, she heard someone yell "Crucio!" and a fresh wave of pain assaulted her. She knew that soon she would go completely bonkers, so she retreated into herself, and the pain was gone. It should have felt good, but at the same time the pain was cut off, everything else was too. Every happy feeling, every memory, even her soul was silenced. Empty...
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"Ron, no!" Harry yelled, hurling himself after his friend, only to find a strong hand holding him back. "Use your brains!" Godric said. Seething, Harry pulled out his wand. "Stupefy!" the hag keeled over, with Ron on top. As soon as she went limp, Ron rushed over to Hermione. Harry was already shaking her, his eyes full of terror. "Come." Godric said, and they headed out of the canyon, Hermione slung over one of his shoulders.
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Hermione woke in a few hours, and the first thing she saw was an old woman bending over a simmering cauldron. Turning, the woman smiled, leering as though she knew something that Hermione didn't know. "Ah. It's awake, the little toad, the prime specimen that tumbled so willingly into my arms. Hee hee hee hee!" Hermione was strongly reminded of Kreature. Before she could collect her thoughts, the hag had stepped up to her and inserted something into her hand. Hermione gasped as waves after waves of pain washed over her, bringing with them dark threads of unconciousness.
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Harry was beginning to panic. Ron seemed to have lost his mind, and was attacking a young Godric Gryffindor with his bare hands. Hermione had dissapeared, sucked to who-knows-where by a strange hourglass. And his scar was hurting so much it was almost unbearable. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ron pick something up. "Goodbye." Ron said, turning over the hourglass. Harry grabbed his sleeve just in time, and right before they were whisked away he felt Godric Gryffindor grasp his hair. The next thing he knew, Hermione's screams were ringing in his ears. Turning, he tripped and fell...into empty space. He floundered for a moment, then was pulled back onto solid ground by Godric. Ron was in his other hand, trying his best to get to the screams (which, as you've probably guessed, were coming from the canyon). "We...go...Hermione...geroff..." panted Ron. "I'll let go of you," said Godric, "if you heed sense and use the path." For the first time Harry noticed a narrow track running down the side of the gorge. Wordlessly, he headed down, Godric and Ron trailing behind him.
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Ron ran ahead of Harry to get to his beloved's shrieks, and almost killed himself as he skidded on loose pebbles. Nonetheless, he was the first to enter the canyon, where a deeply disturbing sight met his eyes.
Poor Hermione! Check my feedback thread for a hint. Hint, hint, hint!
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Hermione was tied to a boulder, screaming at the top of her lungs. An old hag was stirring a cauldron full of darkness, her wand sticking out of her pocket. Suddenly, she turned, her wand pointed directly at Hermione's heart. "If you surrender, I promise I won't hurt her. Yet." "Oh-oh yeah?" said Ron. "Yeah." she replied. Then "Crucio!" at this, Hermione's head lolled and her screams stopped abruptly, as though her last resistance was gone. "NOOOOO!" Ron yelled, hurling himself at the hag, not caring whether he lived or died...
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Hermione hurt. Agony was pouring in from all sides, and refusing to go back again. Dimly, she heard someone yell "Crucio!" and a fresh wave of pain assaulted her. She knew that soon she would go completely bonkers, so she retreated into herself, and the pain was gone. It should have felt good, but at the same time the pain was cut off, everything else was too. Every happy feeling, every memory, even her soul was silenced. Empty...
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"Ron, no!" Harry yelled, hurling himself after his friend, only to find a strong hand holding him back. "Use your brains!" Godric said. Seething, Harry pulled out his wand. "Stupefy!" the hag keeled over, with Ron on top. As soon as she went limp, Ron rushed over to Hermione. Harry was already shaking her, his eyes full of terror. "Come." Godric said, and they headed out of the canyon, Hermione slung over one of his shoulders.
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Godric led the way out of the canyon and to right outside the large city. "I don't know how we're going to be able to get in there." he said. "I do." Ron replied. Turning to Harry, he gave him a funny look. Harry nodded, and held out his invisibility cloak (which he carried everywhere). Ron took Hermione, slipped the cloak on, and dissapeared from sight. "I'll open the gates as soon as the sun comes up." said a voice from nowhere. They heard the periodic crunches of footfalls on the sand, and then silence.
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Ron let himself in through a small wicker gate in the east wall, which was always unlocked because a guard stood right in front of it. Taking care of that with a quick "Stupefy!", Ron slipped into the darkened streets. He followed the instructions Godric had given him, and wound up in front of a house that looked just like any other. He pushed the door open and ascended to Godric's room. He had taken the cloak off and was laying Hermione on Godric's empty bed when he heard a young, frightened voice say, "Wh-who are you? Turn around!" he turned to see a sleepy ten-year-old who shared Godric's red hair pointing a wand at him. "Relax." he told her. "I'm a friend of Godric's and my other friend, Hermione (he gestured at the bed), she got kidnapped and taken into the canyon." the girl drew a sharp breath. "The canyon?" she asked. "The canyon." Ron replied grimly. "Oh, well, should I get a hot washcloth, or mother, or the police, or the hospital, or-" Ron cut her off. "Let's just see how badly off she is."
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Gwenyfar was very confused. She had awoken at about one o'clock to see a strange boy bending over her brothers bed. And now she was looking at a strange girl who had apparently been kidnapped and taken to...well, she didn't want to think of it. "Hermione?" asked the boy. What a strange name. Gwenyfar thought. "Hermione, can you hear me? Wake up, Hermione, please." "Uh, maybe we should see if she will eat something." Gwenyfar stuttered. the boy nodded without looking up. Suddenly Gwenyfar gasped, pointing at Hermione's hand. The boy looked up, and he gasped too. Stuck deep into Hermione's hand was a metal needle, which was periodically squirting waves of some green liquid into Hermione's blood. The boy grabbed the needle and ripped it out of Hermione's skin. Immediately she gave a little gasp and sat up. "What...who...where..." she muttered confusedly. "Hermione, can you hear me?" Ron asked. "Of course I can hear you, you idiot!" she screached, but it wasn't Hermione's voice. It was the voice of the hag.
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Godric led the way out of the canyon and to right outside the large city. "I don't know how we're going to be able to get in there." he said. "I do." Ron replied. Turning to Harry, he gave him a funny look. Harry nodded, and held out his invisibility cloak (which he carried everywhere). Ron took Hermione, slipped the cloak on, and dissapeared from sight. "I'll open the gates as soon as the sun comes up." said a voice from nowhere. They heard the periodic crunches of footfalls on the sand, and then silence.
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Ron let himself in through a small wicker gate in the east wall, which was always unlocked because a guard stood right in front of it. Taking care of that with a quick "Stupefy!", Ron slipped into the darkened streets. He followed the instructions Godric had given him, and wound up in front of a house that looked just like any other. He pushed the door open and ascended to Godric's room. He had taken the cloak off and was laying Hermione on Godric's empty bed when he heard a young, frightened voice say, "Wh-who are you? Turn around!" he turned to see a sleepy ten-year-old who shared Godric's red hair pointing a wand at him. "Relax." he told her. "I'm a friend of Godric's and my other friend, Hermione (he gestured at the bed), she got kidnapped and taken into the canyon." the girl drew a sharp breath. "The canyon?" she asked. "The canyon." Ron replied grimly. "Oh, well, should I get a hot washcloth, or mother, or the police, or the hospital, or-" Ron cut her off. "Let's just see how badly off she is."
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Gwenyfar was very confused. She had awoken at about one o'clock to see a strange boy bending over her brothers bed. And now she was looking at a strange girl who had apparently been kidnapped and taken to...well, she didn't want to think of it. "Hermione?" asked the boy. What a strange name. Gwenyfar thought. "Hermione, can you hear me? Wake up, Hermione, please." "Uh, maybe we should see if she will eat something." Gwenyfar stuttered. the boy nodded without looking up. Suddenly Gwenyfar gasped, pointing at Hermione's hand. The boy looked up, and he gasped too. Stuck deep into Hermione's hand was a metal needle, which was periodically squirting waves of some green liquid into Hermione's blood. The boy grabbed the needle and ripped it out of Hermione's skin. Immediately she gave a little gasp and sat up. "What...who...where..." she muttered confusedly. "Hermione, can you hear me?" Ron asked. "Of course I can hear you, you idiot!" she screached, but it wasn't Hermione's voice. It was the voice of the hag.
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Ron crept down the streets of the city, keeping an eye out for early risers. It was 5 o'clock in the morning, and the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. Reaching the small gate he had entered from, he peered through the key hole to see if the stupefied guard had been replaced. He had. Ron cautiously stuck his wand through the keyhole, and whispered "Stupefy!". With the guard taken care of, he walked outside and gave a high, piercing whistle. Immediately Harry and Godric's heads poked over a sand dune. Motioning them to come, they went back inside the city and shut the door.
When they got to Godric's room, they heard thumpings and muffled cursing coming from inside. Pushing open the door, they saw Hermione tied to the bed, straining at her bonds and yelling from beneath her gag, and Gwenyfar, looking much the worse for wear with a black eye, a bruised neck, and a large scratch decorating one ear. "What happened?" Harry asked, striding towards Gwenyfar. "The girl started shouting at me when I wouldn't let her out of this room, and attacked me. When I managed to tie her to the bed, she started throwing jinxes at me, so I gagged her and took her wand. Hasn't done much good, though." At that moment, Hermione's wand shot a thread of green light that narrowly missed Gwenyfar and hit Harry instead. He immediately went as stif as a board, and Ron ran over him to perform the countercurse. Once Harry could move again, he asked Ron "What do you think is wrong with her?" "Well," Ron replied grimly, "when she was yelling at me right before I left to get you guys, her voice sounded like that hag's, you know, the one in the canyon." "Right." said Godric Gryffindor matter-of-factly, "The only way to lift the spell is to kill the hag."
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Ron crept down the streets of the city, keeping an eye out for early risers. It was 5 o'clock in the morning, and the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. Reaching the small gate he had entered from, he peered through the key hole to see if the stupefied guard had been replaced. He had. Ron cautiously stuck his wand through the keyhole, and whispered "Stupefy!". With the guard taken care of, he walked outside and gave a high, piercing whistle. Immediately Harry and Godric's heads poked over a sand dune. Motioning them to come, they went back inside the city and shut the door.
When they got to Godric's room, they heard thumpings and muffled cursing coming from inside. Pushing open the door, they saw Hermione tied to the bed, straining at her bonds and yelling from beneath her gag, and Gwenyfar, looking much the worse for wear with a black eye, a bruised neck, and a large scratch decorating one ear. "What happened?" Harry asked, striding towards Gwenyfar. "The girl started shouting at me when I wouldn't let her out of this room, and attacked me. When I managed to tie her to the bed, she started throwing jinxes at me, so I gagged her and took her wand. Hasn't done much good, though." At that moment, Hermione's wand shot a thread of green light that narrowly missed Gwenyfar and hit Harry instead. He immediately went as stif as a board, and Ron ran over him to perform the countercurse. Once Harry could move again, he asked Ron "What do you think is wrong with her?" "Well," Ron replied grimly, "when she was yelling at me right before I left to get you guys, her voice sounded like that hag's, you know, the one in the canyon." "Right." said Godric Gryffindor matter-of-factly, "The only way to lift the spell is to kill the hag."
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"Right." said Godric Gryffindor matter-of-factly. "The only way to lift the spell is to kill the hag."
The others looked at him in horror. "Well, it's true." he said defensively. "The only other way is if the hag lifts the spell of her own free will, and that's about as likely as snow falling in July." "Snow has fallen in July." Gwenyfar retaliated. "When?" Godric asked skeptically. "Right now." Gwenyfar said, and with a wave of her hand she caused thick, powdery snowflakes to tumble from the sky. "Woah!" said Ron, impressed. "That is serious magic! And you don't even have a wand!" "Sister has always been able to control the weather." said Godric irritably. "And she doesn't care about adults catching us, because there's none in the house, and we don't have any living relatives. Not any who care about us, anyway. They all think we're freaks because we can do magic." (Authors note: Godric's family remind you of anyone?) "That's beside the point." Gwenyfar replied. "None of us are killers, and none of us want to be killers, so either we wait till the hag dies of old age, or we persuad her to lift the spe-" Harry interupted, "Either way, we need to get down to that canyon, so that's what I suggest we do." Ron and Gwenyfar nodded, and even Godric followed reluctantly, Hermione oncee more slung over his shoulder. And so, as a group, they headed into the snowy streets.
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Down in her canyon, the hag bent over the bit of stone she had enchanted so she could see through Hermione's eyes, and which also enabled her to control the young freak. These young ones were clever, she gave them that, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve that they (young, naive brutes) could scarcely imagine. So, chuckling softly, she took a small packet from her herb kit, and settled down as she waited for the teens.
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Soon the group arrived at the canyon. A soft breeze blew around them as they decsended the path, each deep into their seperate thoughts. "I saw you coming." the hag rasped when they arrived, pointing at a nearby slab of stone. "Will you release the spell on Hermione?" asked Harry. "Well, it depends on what you have to trade." replied the hag. "What do you want?" Harry asked. "I want...oh, I want a good number of things, my lad, but only one of them you could supply." "Which is..." prompted Ron. "One of you. I need a young creature from which to extract blood, provide skin samples, etc., then...be my tester. If the experiment fails, the specimen will live. If the experiment succeeds..." her voice trailed away delicately. "Just a moment." Godric said to the hag, then turned to the others. "Well?" he asked. "Which one of us should it be?" "Me." said all three of the others. "No." said a weak voice. They turned as one to Hermione. "No." she said again, her voice stronger. "None of you needs to die. There is a way that we can all make it out of here, but it's very complecated...Now listen carefully."
Within an hour, they were back in Godric's room, having asked the hag for time to think it over, and stage one of the plan was about to be executed. "The large timeturner will normally carry you to a random place and time, but if you concentrate on where you want to go, you will get there." Hermione explained. "Harry, you will concentrate on the headmistresses office in Hogwarts. When you arrive, alert the hadmistress, Proffesor McGonagall, of our plight immediately. Ron, you will go to the hag and ask her for one more day. Godric and Gwenyfar, you must sneak into the hag's private stores while she's distracted by Ron. That's it. Any questions?"
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Harry grasped the timeturner, the gold smoke inside of it contorting into grotesque shapes, and thought hard of Professor McGonagall's office (which, until recently, had been Dumbledore's). He turned the timeturner over, and suddenly he was staring at a wand pointed straight at him. Looking up, he saw Professor McGonagall staring at him as though she had forsaken her sanity. "P-Potter, what in the world are you doing here?" she asked, lowering her wand. "Well, you see Professor..." he began, and then the whole story came tumbling out, along with Hermione's request that Professor McGonagall come help them. "Well, that's a fine kettle of fish, I must say." McGonagall commented when Harry's tale ended. "As for me leaving the school, I feel obligated by my duty as headmistress to come and help you, but I'm afraid you're going to have to wait until tonight. Meet me at one o'clock at the top of the astronomy tower. And bring that overlarge timeturner with you."
That night, Harry headed up to the astronomy tower at 12 o'clock. Better to be early than late. When Professor McGonagall arrived, they both held onto the hourglass chain, then Harry turned the hourglass. Immediately they arrived in Godric's bedroom. Just then, Ron burst in. "I did it, Harry." he gasped, out of breath. "But the hag tried to curse me, so I had to run for it." Suddenly he noticed Prfs. McGonagall. "Hello, Weasley." she said composedly, but befor he could reply, Harry told them that he had heard something, and they all fell silent to listen. Even Hermione, fast asleep on Godric's bed, seemed to breathe quieter. With everyone silent, the sound of someone downstairs was unmistakeable. Harry, Ron, and Prfs. McGonagall crept downstairs, but saw noone. Suddenly a loud creak came from behind them, and they all turned as one to see a heavy screen that used to be standing at the top of the stairs thundering down at them. They ran down until they got to the living room, when suddenly their feet were swept from under them as they were gathered up in a large net. Harry, whose face was pressed to the bottom of the net, saw a raven-haired girl looking up at him. "Who are you?" she asked in a clear, carrying voice. "Where is Godric?" "We're friends of his." Harry responded angrily. "Now would you please let us down? I don't even know who you are." "I am Rowena Ravenclaw." she said, then with a wave of her wand, the net released and they were all dumped on the floor. "Rowena Ravenclaw?" Professor McGonagall asked. Suddenly a voice came from the doorway. "Rowena, what in the name of picky pigs are you doing here?" Harry had never been so glad to see Godric in his life. "Well," Rowena replied, "I was coming to tell you not to go seek the source of all that smoke, because I knew you would, but when I arrived, I discovered four strangers in your room, one of whom appeared to be unconcious. I assumed that they were here against your will, because I couldn't find you anywhere in the house, so I set a trap for them. It worked just as I planned, yet alas, these strangers are friends of yours, so now I am in trouble for trying to protect your house and belongings." "Rowena," Godric said, laughing. "Protecting my home and stuff was not your objective. I'd bet my sword that you only wanted to test out your trap."
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Harry grasped the timeturner, the gold smoke inside of it contorting into grotesque shapes, and thought hard of Professor McGonagall's office (which, until recently, had been Dumbledore's). He turned the timeturner over, and suddenly he was staring at a wand pointed straight at him. Looking up, he saw Professor McGonagall staring at him as though she had forsaken her sanity. "P-Potter, what in the world are you doing here?" she asked, lowering her wand. "Well, you see Professor..." he began, and then the whole story came tumbling out, along with Hermione's request that Professor McGonagall come help them. "Well, that's a fine kettle of fish, I must say." McGonagall commented when Harry's tale ended. "As for me leaving the school, I feel obligated by my duty as headmistress to come and help you, but I'm afraid you're going to have to wait until tonight. Meet me at one o'clock at the top of the astronomy tower. And bring that overlarge timeturner with you."
That night, Harry headed up to the astronomy tower at 12 o'clock. Better to be early than late. When Professor McGonagall arrived, they both held onto the hourglass chain, then Harry turned the hourglass. Immediately they arrived in Godric's bedroom. Just then, Ron burst in. "I did it, Harry." he gasped, out of breath. "But the hag tried to curse me, so I had to run for it." Suddenly he noticed Prfs. McGonagall. "Hello, Weasley." she said composedly, but befor he could reply, Harry told them that he had heard something, and they all fell silent to listen. Even Hermione, fast asleep on Godric's bed, seemed to breathe quieter. With everyone silent, the sound of someone downstairs was unmistakeable. Harry, Ron, and Prfs. McGonagall crept downstairs, but saw noone. Suddenly a loud creak came from behind them, and they all turned as one to see a heavy screen that used to be standing at the top of the stairs thundering down at them. They ran down until they got to the living room, when suddenly their feet were swept from under them as they were gathered up in a large net. Harry, whose face was pressed to the bottom of the net, saw a raven-haired girl looking up at him. "Who are you?" she asked in a clear, carrying voice. "Where is Godric?" "We're friends of his." Harry responded angrily. "Now would you please let us down? I don't even know who you are." "I am Rowena Ravenclaw." she said, then with a wave of her wand, the net released and they were all dumped on the floor. "Rowena Ravenclaw?" Professor McGonagall asked. Suddenly a voice came from the doorway. "Rowena, what in the name of picky pigs are you doing here?" Harry had never been so glad to see Godric in his life. "Well," Rowena replied, "I was coming to tell you not to go seek the source of all that smoke, because I knew you would, but when I arrived, I discovered four strangers in your room, one of whom appeared to be unconcious. I assumed that they were here against your will, because I couldn't find you anywhere in the house, so I set a trap for them. It worked just as I planned, yet alas, these strangers are friends of yours, so now I am in trouble for trying to protect your house and belongings." "Rowena," Godric said, laughing. "Protecting my home and stuff was not your objective. I'd bet my sword that you only wanted to test out your trap."
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Just then, Hermione caused a break in the conversation by tapping Godric on the shoulder. "Yes?" he asked. "Did you get the stuff?" she replied. "Of course." he said. "It's out on the front step. I left it there when I heard the racket that Rowena was making." "You left it on the front step?" Harry yelled, then he, Ron, Professor McGonagall, Rowena, Godric, and Gwenyfar (who had just entered) ran to the door and tumbled outside. Hermione would have ran too, but she didn't have the strength, due to the hag meddling around with her and her friends. When the group reached the front step, they found it empty. Godric started calling himself an idiot for leaving it there (Gwenyfar helped), but the rest of them scanned the street, and could just make out a shadowy figure dissapearing down the alley. "STOP!" Professor McGonagall yelled, but whoever it was just kept on running. Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione (who had just managed to get outside) pulled his arm down and hissed "No! Do use your common sense! If the people of this city figure out you're a wizard, they might hang you, instead of burning you (if they did that, you could just cast a flame freezing charm)! We cannot afford taking time off to rescue you when you are about to be killed in front of a crowd of angry muggles! And," she continued in a softer voice, "I couldn't stand it if you died." Finally, Ron nodded. Professor McGonagall had ran off down the street, followed closely by Harry and Rowena. Ron (after and apologetic glance at Hermione) ran off after them. Shortly after this, Godric and Gwenyfar realized everyone else was gone, so sprinted after them. "Alone again." said Hermione grimly, then headed inside.
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After dashing down two alleyways, across 3 main roads, and through several pubs, Harry and company finally caught up with the stranger in front of a store labeled "PHASMA & SONS". "Give us that back." said Godric to the menacing stranger. He looked about 50 (though it was hard to tell under the thick layer of grime caking him) and was wearing a plaid shirt over black leather pants. He had the herbs they needed slung over one broad shoulder, and was leering at him, his brown, uneven teeth spread in an insane grin. "I mi' be persuaded ta hand it ove'...fo' the ri' price." he drawled. "We won't pay you anything." said Professor McGonagall, cutting off his escape from the left. "But we promise not to hurt you if you give it to us now." "No." he said stubbornly. Suddenly the spices flew out of his hands, upward and out of sight. "Goodbye." said Ron, backing up so the man could run. Which he did, booted feet thumping. "Boo." said Rowena, landing in the middle of the group, the herbs clutched in her hands. "That was an extremely good summoning charm, Ravenclaw." Professor McGonagall said admiringly. But before Rowena could respond, they heard a noise from "PHASMA & SONS". Turning they saw gliding towards them...
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Just then, Hermione caused a break in the conversation by tapping Godric on the shoulder. "Yes?" he asked. "Did you get the stuff?" she replied. "Of course." he said. "It's out on the front step. I left it there when I heard the racket that Rowena was making." "You left it on the front step?" Harry yelled, then he, Ron, Professor McGonagall, Rowena, Godric, and Gwenyfar (who had just entered) ran to the door and tumbled outside. Hermione would have ran too, but she didn't have the strength, due to the hag meddling around with her and her friends. When the group reached the front step, they found it empty. Godric started calling himself an idiot for leaving it there (Gwenyfar helped), but the rest of them scanned the street, and could just make out a shadowy figure dissapearing down the alley. "STOP!" Professor McGonagall yelled, but whoever it was just kept on running. Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione (who had just managed to get outside) pulled his arm down and hissed "No! Do use your common sense! If the people of this city figure out you're a wizard, they might hang you, instead of burning you (if they did that, you could just cast a flame freezing charm)! We cannot afford taking time off to rescue you when you are about to be killed in front of a crowd of angry muggles! And," she continued in a softer voice, "I couldn't stand it if you died." Finally, Ron nodded. Professor McGonagall had ran off down the street, followed closely by Harry and Rowena. Ron (after and apologetic glance at Hermione) ran off after them. Shortly after this, Godric and Gwenyfar realized everyone else was gone, so sprinted after them. "Alone again." said Hermione grimly, then headed inside.
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After dashing down two alleyways, across 3 main roads, and through several pubs, Harry and company finally caught up with the stranger in front of a store labeled "PHASMA & SONS". "Give us that back." said Godric to the menacing stranger. He looked about 50 (though it was hard to tell under the thick layer of grime caking him) and was wearing a plaid shirt over black leather pants. He had the herbs they needed slung over one broad shoulder, and was leering at him, his brown, uneven teeth spread in an insane grin. "I mi' be persuaded ta hand it ove'...fo' the ri' price." he drawled. "We won't pay you anything." said Professor McGonagall, cutting off his escape from the left. "But we promise not to hurt you if you give it to us now." "No." he said stubbornly. Suddenly the spices flew out of his hands, upward and out of sight. "Goodbye." said Ron, backing up so the man could run. Which he did, booted feet thumping. "Boo." said Rowena, landing in the middle of the group, the herbs clutched in her hands. "That was an extremely good summoning charm, Ravenclaw." Professor McGonagall said admiringly. But before Rowena could respond, they heard a noise from "PHASMA & SONS". Turning they saw gliding towards them...
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…A hideous creature. Long black fangs jutted from it’s upper lip, and black hair tumbled from it’s scalp and trailed behind it like a long black robe. It was easily 12 feet tall, wearing robes of black velvet with red trimmings. And It’s face was black, with yellow globes where the eyes should be. It’s nose was a slight indentation, with two hollows. Tilting it’s head to one side, it regarded them, a slight sneer playing around it’s mouth. It then let loose a quiet roar. Immediately, images played through their heads, each enticing the viewer to believe the vision was real. Ron was tied to a stump in front of a giant spider, who plunged a claw into his chest and ripped out his heart. Hermione was being cast out of Hogwarts by Professor McGonagall, who was screaming that she was appalled that such a clever girl had gotten T’s in all of her classes. Harry was locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and Uncle Vernon was bellowing that Harry would never get out of the Dursleys’ again. Professor McGonagall was being eaten by a Basilisk. Gwenyfar was watching in horror as her (dead) parents where slaughtered. Godric was helpless, paralyzed, as a faceless executioner killed all of the people he knew, one by one. Only Rowena was able to keep her head. By wrenching her gaze away from the monster and reciting the 53 times tables in her head, she was able to resist. She then whacked Godric over the head repeatedly, causing him to recover from the paralyzing charm. She swung her hair out of her eyes, and looked up to see the beast gliding towards her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the long fangs swished downward, they were an inch away, and the world disappeared.
“Rowena. Rowena, can you hear me. Wake up.” The voice was blurred, distant, as though she was hearing it as though underwater. She struggled upwards, towards the faraway light, then she broke through the surface, and could clearly see the concerned faces of Godric, Gwenyfar, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Professor McGonagall peering down at her. There was another one, lurking on the edge of her vision. Turning her head, she caught sight of long silver hair, and twinkling half moon spectacles, before she blacked out again.
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“Rowena. Rowena, can you hear me. Wake up.” The voice was blurred, distant, as though she was hearing it as though underwater. She struggled upwards, towards the faraway light, then she broke through the surface, and could clearly see the concerned faces of Godric, Gwenyfar, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Professor McGonagall peering down at her. There was another one, lurking on the edge of her vision. Turning her head, she caught sight of long silver hair, and twinkling half moon spectacles, before she blacked out again.
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"Who are you?" she asked. "The strange man moved into the light. He was tall, with long silver hair and beard, one blackened and dead-looking hand, and a pair of half moon spectacles. "Hello." he said, smiling, his blue eyes twinkling. "I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I come from 1000 years in the future. And, I am headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school that you will found, along with Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, and..." a slight spasm crossed his face. "Salazar Slytherin." "How did you..." and then the actions of the last time she was concious fell into place. "The, the monster! Where is it? Is it dead? How-" Dumbledore was holding up his hand. "I was talking with Phineus Nigellus in my office, when suddenly, much to my surprise, I was standing on a cobblestone street, watching a dementor-inferi-vampire hybrid attacking a girl, who was, of course, you. I rescued you and cast away the dementor-inferi-vampire, and then Godric escorted us back to his home." "And the herbs? Did you get them?" At this moment, Professor McGonagall came forward, holding a bundle of various plants. "And Ron? Did he get permission for one more day from the hag?" "Yes." said Ron, coming forward. "I suggest we hurry, though, seeing as it's already noon on our last day, and according to Hermione-" "Shh." said Hermione. "You can't say anything that important around me. Remember, in the canyon, when the hag pointed to that rock and said "I saw you coming."? She obviously can see everything that I can, and presumably hear everything, too. So I should probably be locked in another room, with a guard, seeing as I could hurt myself without wanting to." Ron nodded sadly, then walked out of the room with Hermione, saying "I'll be the guard." Dumbledore then stood up. "I would like a word with Harry." he said quietly, so McGonagall, Godric, Gwenyfar, and Rowena (tottering slightly) filed out. "Harry." Dumbledore said. "First of all, I would like to apoligise. I believed that the school was perfectly safe from attack, so disregarded your warnings about the Death Eaters coming. I was proved, to my and others cost, wrong. And, I sense you wanted to ask me something." "I do." Harry responded carefully. "I was just wondering how you came back from the dead." "Ah." Dumbledore said quietly. "Now that is an interesting story. In your 4th year, after you came back from that graveyard," his voice shook slightly. "I said that "No spell can reawaken the dead.". I did not know of one, so I assumed there were none. However, in your 5th year, I came across an interesting spell that, should it work properly, prevented the user from dying. Most wizards do not know of it, but even if they did, they would most likely assume that it was evil, like a horcrux. It is not so. It is a good spell, and has certain...ah, properties, that repel dark wizards. I cast that spell on myself, the night I left the school with you. I was not afraid of dying, but I was afraid of what would happen if I died in the middle of nowhere, leaving you by yourself on some godforsaken bit of land. I did, indeed, die, but I died as a phoenix dies, reborn from the ashes. You will remember, Harry, that my tomb burst into flames. Some people, if their hearts were open, would have seen a phoenix flying away. That phoenix was me. The spell had reborn me, and given me a wondrous skill. I am now an animagus, and I can turn into a phoenix."
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a golden beak sprouted from his face. His feet became claws, and feathers had completely covered his body. He had also shrunk to a standard phoenix size. All this happened in less than a second. Phoenix Dumbledore took flight, piping his ethereal song to the sky. The only indication that this phoenix was more than ordinary was that he had blue eyes. (the phoenix, I mean. Not Dumbledore. Well, Dumbledore does have blue eyes, but I am talking about the phoenix here. Oh, nevermind) In ten seconds, Dumbledore had landed and had transformed back into his original form. "Wow, sir." Harry said, and Dumbledore smiled. "How touching." said a snide voice. Harry and Dumbledore spun around. Standing behind them was Severus Snape. Whipping out his wand, Harry sent a curse at him, which he deflected with a flick of his wand. "Goodness, Potter." he taunted. "I would think that you would have finally mastered the art of nonverbal spells when outside of the comfort of Hogwarts, but some people..." he smirked. "Some people's brains are hopelessly damaged by thinking that they are superior to all others. But the fault is not all yours, of course. When a mudblood marries someone as bigheaded as James Potter, the result is never good. And then, when the result befriends a blood traitor and another mudblood, he, or it as the case may be, is damaged beyond all repair." "Dispense with the traditional insults, Severus." Dumbledore said wearily. "For now, i would like to ask how you managed to transport yourself 1000 years into the past without the aid of a Concenturglass." "A what?" asked Harry confusedly. "That large timeturner." Dumbledore replied.
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After this extraordinary pronouncement, Harry asked "Can you show me, sir?" "Certainly." Dumbledore said, smiling peacefully. He spread his arms. For a moment he just looked a bit silly, but then feathers began to grow on his arms, and
a golden beak sprouted from his face. His feet became claws, and feathers had completely covered his body. He had also shrunk to a standard phoenix size. All this happened in less than a second. Phoenix Dumbledore took flight, piping his ethereal song to the sky. The only indication that this phoenix was more than ordinary was that he had blue eyes. (the phoenix, I mean. Not Dumbledore. Well, Dumbledore does have blue eyes, but I am talking about the phoenix here. Oh, nevermind) In ten seconds, Dumbledore had landed and had transformed back into his original form. "Wow, sir." Harry said, and Dumbledore smiled. "How touching." said a snide voice. Harry and Dumbledore spun around. Standing behind them was Severus Snape. Whipping out his wand, Harry sent a curse at him, which he deflected with a flick of his wand. "Goodness, Potter." he taunted. "I would think that you would have finally mastered the art of nonverbal spells when outside of the comfort of Hogwarts, but some people..." he smirked. "Some people's brains are hopelessly damaged by thinking that they are superior to all others. But the fault is not all yours, of course. When a mudblood marries someone as bigheaded as James Potter, the result is never good. And then, when the result befriends a blood traitor and another mudblood, he, or it as the case may be, is damaged beyond all repair." "Dispense with the traditional insults, Severus." Dumbledore said wearily. "For now, i would like to ask how you managed to transport yourself 1000 years into the past without the aid of a Concenturglass." "A what?" asked Harry confusedly. "That large timeturner." Dumbledore replied.
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"Well, Dumbledore." said Snape evily, "As to how I came to be here, that's my little secret. I will only say this. I was helped by a good many people. Many of whom are here to give you a little...welcome back from the dead party." he stepped aside. Behind him, around 25 people apparated with a loud pop. There was Lucius Malfoy, out of Azkaban, Cornelius Fudge, who looked scared out of his wits, Bellatrix Lestrange, MacNair, Crabbe senior and junior, Goyle senior and junior, Kreacher, Avery, Rookwood, Dolores Umbridge, Percy Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, and ten more Death Eaters. With a final snap, Voldemort apparated, Wormtail next to him carrying a box covered by a sheet. Voldemort strode forward. "Dumbledore." he said, his voice high and cold. "How pleasant to meet you here." "If you wish to duel, Tom," Dumbledore replied, "then we must duel outside the city. There are to many innocents here." Voldemort laughed. "Do you think I care about muggles?" he inquired softly. "And as for dueling, there will be no need for that. The thing Wormtail carries will guarantee your cooperation, I'm sure of that." Harry, unnoticed until this moment, spoke up. "What does Wormtail have?" Voldemort turned his red gaze on Harry. "So curious...But a legitimate question, Potter. Wormtail, if you will?" Petter Pettigrew, aka Wormtail, did as Voldemort said, and uncovered the box he was holding. At first there didn't seem to be anything special about it, but then the wood covering it stripped away, leaving plain metal bars, and the object inside was clear to see. Or, I should say the person inside was plain to see. For hunched inside the absurdly small cage, was Draco Malfoy. "Now, Dumbledore," said Voldemort, "you will step aside from Potter, or young Malfoy will meet his end." Looking around for a way to get out of this mess with everyone still alive (well, if any of the death eaters or LV died, that didn't matter), his gaze fell on the Malfoy parents and Percy. Lucius didn't seem to care, and was watching the proceedings eagerly, Percy (who Harry couldn't quite believe had turned traitor) had his gaze averted, a look of disgust on his face, but Narcissa was desperately watching her son, her horror plain to see. Meanwhile, Dumbledore was going through a dilemma. His gaze flicked from Harry to Draco, as if he didn't want to sacrifice either but couldn't think of a plan to save them both. Bellatrix Lestrange solved it for him. Unnoticed by anyone, she had crept up behind Harry. Seizing him, she bound him with a flick of her wand, her eyes silently taunting Dumbledore. "Leave him ALONE!" yelled a voice. Something small and scarlet shot out of nowhere, landing next to Bellatrix and sending stunning spells at everyone. "Ginny, what are you doing here?" said Harry, but do to his bindings it sounded more like "Mmmfy, mmm mmf mmm mffmm mmmf?" Even Dumbledore seemed surprised. "Miss Weasley," he began, but was cut off when a series of stunning spells shot from all directions. He flattened himself to the ground, but soon the jets of red light subsided and he could see who the castors were. Prfsr. McGonagall, Rowena, Godric, Gwenyfar, Ron and Hermione had all come to their rescue. Looking around to see where the Death Eaters were, he found that they had all dissaparated when the stunners had been cast. Only one had been incompetent enough to stay. You guessed it, Wormtail. He was unconscious on the ground, Malfoy and his cage beside him. Professor McGonagall went to deal with him, while everyone else clustered around DD, Harry, and Ginny. "What're you doing here?" Ron asked Ginny cluelessly. She merely smiled. Gwenyfar had untied Harry, who immediately suggested they get somewhere the Death Eaters couldn't find. They all trouped inside, Wormtail still unconscious and Malfoy still being carried along in his cage. Dumbledore cast un-apparation charms, the Fidelius Charm, and an unplottable charm on the building, and they settled down to discuss what to be done with the Death Eaters.
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Good:
-McGonagall
-Dumbledore
-Rowena
-Godric
-Gwenyfar
-Harry
-Ron
-Hermione
-Ginny
Bad:
-Voldemort
-Goyle (senior and junior)
-Crabbe (senior and junior)
-Snape
-Lucius Malfoy
-Bellatrix Lestrange
-MacNair
-Kreacher
-Wormtail
-Avery
-Rookwood
-Dolores Umbridge
-the ten unnamed Death Eaters
Maybe:
-Cornelius Fudge
-Percy Weasley
-Narcissa Malfoy
-Draco Malfoy
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Here's a character list:
Good:
-McGonagall
-Dumbledore
-Rowena
-Godric
-Gwenyfar
-Harry
-Ron
-Hermione
-Ginny
Bad:
-Voldemort
-Goyle (senior and junior)
-Crabbe (senior and junior)
-Snape
-Lucius Malfoy
-Bellatrix Lestrange
-MacNair
-Kreacher
-Wormtail
-Avery
-Rookwood
-Dolores Umbridge
-the ten unnamed Death Eaters
Maybe:
-Cornelius Fudge
-Percy Weasley
-Narcissa Malfoy
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To verify a point, Dumbledore was the secret-keeper in the post before last.
"What?" asked Dumbledore, puzzled. "There's this hag," Hermione explained quickly, "she kidnapped me, then said we had to give one of us up to be sacrificed for her experiment, and she's the one causing all that smoke in the sky, and we asked her for one more day, and the day's almost over, and we haven't even started on the potion!" Dumbledore nodded slowly. "What potion is this?" he asked. "It's the adultero anti-potion!" "Do you have the ingredients?" asked Dumbledore, but Rowena interrupted, "The adultero potion?!? That is immensely complex! You're never going to be able to finish that in half an hour!" Ron broke in, "Would anyone mind telling me what this adultwhatsit charm does?" "It's a potion, not a charm, and it is a highly difficult potion that, when poured onto something, corrupts it. Hermione obviously wants to use it on the hag's potion that as we speak is simmering away in the canyon." said Rowena. "We have the ingredients, Ravenclaw." Professor McGonagall said, "And as for preparing the anti-potion in half an hour, Professor Dumbledore will take care of that." Rowena, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Godric, Gwenyfar, and Prfsr McGonagall all turned to look expectantly at Dumbledore, but he had disappeared. "Dumbledore?" Prfsr McGonagall said warily. "Here." he said from behind the group. "How did you get over there?" Ron asked in puzzlement. "While you were busy lamenting the difficulty of preparing the adultero potion, I snuck out and prepared it myself!" he said happily, revealing a glass bottle filled with purple liquid. "Then we should set off." Harry said, and they headed out of their haven and into the night.
"I see you came." cackled the hag when they arrived. Unnoticed by her, Gwenyfar had donned Harry's invisibility cloak and poured the adultero potion into her cauldron. "Now which one of you is going to be my tester? You?" she said, rounding on Godric. "Or you?" she said, turning to Ron. "Or someone different? Who will it be?" "Me." said Harry bravely, stepping up to the hag. They had agreed on this back at Godric's house. "Ahhh." she sighed. "Well, what are the rest of you waiting for? Out! Out! Out!" They left, leaving Harry all alone. Ignoring him, the hag dipped a ladle into the poison, which was bubbling faintly. "Drink up." she rasped, an alien smile lighting her evil features. Harry, white as a sheet, raised the ladle to his mouth, then paused. "What is it supposed to do?" he asked. "It is supposed to make you drunkenly happy, then slowly and painfully kill you." she replied. "Oh." Harry said faintly, and drank the ladle of evil. Nothing happened. He slowly exhaled, and instead of breath, a black mist tumbled out of his mouth. It split into two, then slowly solidified to form something Harry new well, but wished he didn't. Dementor.
D stands for Demented, E stands for Evil (duh), M stands for malevolent, E stands for Ebon (it means dark), N stands for Never ever get in their way, T stands for Tyrant, O stands for Overwhelming, and R stands for Retch (well, Ickle Diddydums retched when he saw them).
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"What?" asked Dumbledore, puzzled. "There's this hag," Hermione explained quickly, "she kidnapped me, then said we had to give one of us up to be sacrificed for her experiment, and she's the one causing all that smoke in the sky, and we asked her for one more day, and the day's almost over, and we haven't even started on the potion!" Dumbledore nodded slowly. "What potion is this?" he asked. "It's the adultero anti-potion!" "Do you have the ingredients?" asked Dumbledore, but Rowena interrupted, "The adultero potion?!? That is immensely complex! You're never going to be able to finish that in half an hour!" Ron broke in, "Would anyone mind telling me what this adultwhatsit charm does?" "It's a potion, not a charm, and it is a highly difficult potion that, when poured onto something, corrupts it. Hermione obviously wants to use it on the hag's potion that as we speak is simmering away in the canyon." said Rowena. "We have the ingredients, Ravenclaw." Professor McGonagall said, "And as for preparing the anti-potion in half an hour, Professor Dumbledore will take care of that." Rowena, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Godric, Gwenyfar, and Prfsr McGonagall all turned to look expectantly at Dumbledore, but he had disappeared. "Dumbledore?" Prfsr McGonagall said warily. "Here." he said from behind the group. "How did you get over there?" Ron asked in puzzlement. "While you were busy lamenting the difficulty of preparing the adultero potion, I snuck out and prepared it myself!" he said happily, revealing a glass bottle filled with purple liquid. "Then we should set off." Harry said, and they headed out of their haven and into the night.
"I see you came." cackled the hag when they arrived. Unnoticed by her, Gwenyfar had donned Harry's invisibility cloak and poured the adultero potion into her cauldron. "Now which one of you is going to be my tester? You?" she said, rounding on Godric. "Or you?" she said, turning to Ron. "Or someone different? Who will it be?" "Me." said Harry bravely, stepping up to the hag. They had agreed on this back at Godric's house. "Ahhh." she sighed. "Well, what are the rest of you waiting for? Out! Out! Out!" They left, leaving Harry all alone. Ignoring him, the hag dipped a ladle into the poison, which was bubbling faintly. "Drink up." she rasped, an alien smile lighting her evil features. Harry, white as a sheet, raised the ladle to his mouth, then paused. "What is it supposed to do?" he asked. "It is supposed to make you drunkenly happy, then slowly and painfully kill you." she replied. "Oh." Harry said faintly, and drank the ladle of evil. Nothing happened. He slowly exhaled, and instead of breath, a black mist tumbled out of his mouth. It split into two, then slowly solidified to form something Harry new well, but wished he didn't. Dementor.
D stands for Demented, E stands for Evil (duh), M stands for malevolent, E stands for Ebon (it means dark), N stands for Never ever get in their way, T stands for Tyrant, O stands for Overwhelming, and R stands for Retch (well, Ickle Diddydums retched when he saw them).
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Um, sorry, but I think I somehow didn't post a post I wrote. It was right before the last one, and basically had them talking about what to do with Malfoy and Wormtail, but then Hermione jumps up and screams that they're almost out of time.
The two dementors Harry had created swept in the air, and turned their heads eerily to look at him. Then their gaze swept to the hag. (I still haven't found a name for her! Grr.
) "Oh my." she said. "Wh-what are those things?" Harry didn't answer. He was digging frantically in his pockets for his wand, but then remembered, with a sinking feeling, that he had left it with Ginny. Meanwhile, one of the Dementors had swooped down on the Hag, and was slowly pulling her hands away from her face. The other one was directly in front of Harry, drawing deep, rattling breaths. Harry felt cold stealing through him, and dimly heard a high, cold voice saying "It will be quick, it might even be painless, I would not know, I have never died..." The dementor was drawing nearer, and as Harry fought unconsciousness, he watched, helpless, as it grew larger and larger, towering over him, he saw it's hand emerging from it's robe, it was pulling down it's hood, the dementors black hole of a mouth was coming closer and closer, and at that moment Harry gave up, and his only thought was that he wouldn't even be able to see his mother, he would be an empty shell, then...blackness.
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Ginny anxiously paced the floor of Godric's room, muttering under her breath. "For the sake of my sanity, stop pacing!" Gwenyfar cried. "Yes indeed." Godric said. "You're going to wear out the floorboards!" "I just have got a terrible feeling that Harry's dying and needs us." "That's funny." Hermione replied. "I feel the same. Ron?" Ron, who was sitting on the floor, nodded tensely. Dumbledore, meanwhile, was gazing out the window. "Odd." he said. "The smoke from the canyon has stopped. Now there is this...cloaked thing, coming out, there's another one! Now they're going back in." he turned to the rest of the group, his brow wrinkled. "If I didn't know better I'd say they were dementors." "Oh my goodness!" Rowena suddenly shrieked. "I just remembered, the Aldutero potion doesn't destroy things, it turns them in to their opposites!!! Or nearly their opposites." she added as an afterthought. Hermione looked horror stricken. "We've got to get down there." she said. "Now."
Thirty seconds later, they were outside the canyon, peering down. Each looked at eachother, then apparated, with a small pop, directly into the canyon. Ginny appeared first, right next to Harry. She saw his eyes roll up, saw the dementor's mouth (ick) about an inch from his, then she whipped out her wand, and, remembering what Harry taught her the year before last, thought hard of Harry rescuing her from Riddle, and yelled "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A shining silver kneazle (whoever doesn't know what that is, it's a sort of very intelligent cat-thing with spots) burst from her wand, and charged at the dementor about to kiss Harry. Just before the dementor made contact, the kneazle, hissing madly, dug her claws into the dementor's robe and threw it (him? her?) off Harry. The others had appeared while Ginny was dealing with Harry's dementor, and had drove the other one off. The hag, however, was beyond help. She gazed blankly at the wall of the canyon, her eyes dim and lifeless. "Well." said Ron in a shaky voice, "Now we know where the dementor came from."
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The two dementors Harry had created swept in the air, and turned their heads eerily to look at him. Then their gaze swept to the hag. (I still haven't found a name for her! Grr.
) "Oh my." she said. "Wh-what are those things?" Harry didn't answer. He was digging frantically in his pockets for his wand, but then remembered, with a sinking feeling, that he had left it with Ginny. Meanwhile, one of the Dementors had swooped down on the Hag, and was slowly pulling her hands away from her face. The other one was directly in front of Harry, drawing deep, rattling breaths. Harry felt cold stealing through him, and dimly heard a high, cold voice saying "It will be quick, it might even be painless, I would not know, I have never died..." The dementor was drawing nearer, and as Harry fought unconsciousness, he watched, helpless, as it grew larger and larger, towering over him, he saw it's hand emerging from it's robe, it was pulling down it's hood, the dementors black hole of a mouth was coming closer and closer, and at that moment Harry gave up, and his only thought was that he wouldn't even be able to see his mother, he would be an empty shell, then...blackness.----------------------
Ginny anxiously paced the floor of Godric's room, muttering under her breath. "For the sake of my sanity, stop pacing!" Gwenyfar cried. "Yes indeed." Godric said. "You're going to wear out the floorboards!" "I just have got a terrible feeling that Harry's dying and needs us." "That's funny." Hermione replied. "I feel the same. Ron?" Ron, who was sitting on the floor, nodded tensely. Dumbledore, meanwhile, was gazing out the window. "Odd." he said. "The smoke from the canyon has stopped. Now there is this...cloaked thing, coming out, there's another one! Now they're going back in." he turned to the rest of the group, his brow wrinkled. "If I didn't know better I'd say they were dementors." "Oh my goodness!" Rowena suddenly shrieked. "I just remembered, the Aldutero potion doesn't destroy things, it turns them in to their opposites!!! Or nearly their opposites." she added as an afterthought. Hermione looked horror stricken. "We've got to get down there." she said. "Now."
Thirty seconds later, they were outside the canyon, peering down. Each looked at eachother, then apparated, with a small pop, directly into the canyon. Ginny appeared first, right next to Harry. She saw his eyes roll up, saw the dementor's mouth (ick) about an inch from his, then she whipped out her wand, and, remembering what Harry taught her the year before last, thought hard of Harry rescuing her from Riddle, and yelled "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A shining silver kneazle (whoever doesn't know what that is, it's a sort of very intelligent cat-thing with spots) burst from her wand, and charged at the dementor about to kiss Harry. Just before the dementor made contact, the kneazle, hissing madly, dug her claws into the dementor's robe and threw it (him? her?) off Harry. The others had appeared while Ginny was dealing with Harry's dementor, and had drove the other one off. The hag, however, was beyond help. She gazed blankly at the wall of the canyon, her eyes dim and lifeless. "Well." said Ron in a shaky voice, "Now we know where the dementor came from."
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Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I was just very very very very very very very very very very busy. i have no idea what to write. All I planned was the dementors coming out of the potion. Hmmmm. what to write, what to write.....Ah ha!!! Got it!!!
They were back in Godric and Gwenyfar's room, having apparated there straight from the canyon. They had brought the hag along, despite Ron's misgivings, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Prfsr. McGonagall, and Dumbledore were about to go back home. "Goodbye Harry, Hermione, Ron, Professor McGonagall, and Prfsr. Dumbledore." said Gwenyfar. "There's not going to be anything interesting to do when you're gone." Said Rowena grumpily. "Nonsense." replied Godric, though he also looked gloomy. "I expect we'll have our hands full, what with the dementors, taking care of the hag, and the beast we discovered in front of Phasma and Sons." "That reminds me." said Harry, stepping over to Godric. "I need to show you a charm to repel dementors. What you have to do (he picked up his wand) is concentrate on a very happy memory, then, thinking of that memory, say the incantation "Expecto Patronum!". If your charm is successful, an animal will burst out of your wand and drive the dementors away." After he had showed them how to do it, he stepped back over to the Concenturglass. Grasping it alongside the others, they all thought of Dumbledore's study at Hogwarts. Turning the oversized hourglass, they dissapeared in a swirling wind, bound for home, where an unpleasent surprise awaited them.
The End
And yes, I am going to write a sequel, and for the subtitle I will label it "The sequel to "The Origin of Sorrow." Goodbye!
They were back in Godric and Gwenyfar's room, having apparated there straight from the canyon. They had brought the hag along, despite Ron's misgivings, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Prfsr. McGonagall, and Dumbledore were about to go back home. "Goodbye Harry, Hermione, Ron, Professor McGonagall, and Prfsr. Dumbledore." said Gwenyfar. "There's not going to be anything interesting to do when you're gone." Said Rowena grumpily. "Nonsense." replied Godric, though he also looked gloomy. "I expect we'll have our hands full, what with the dementors, taking care of the hag, and the beast we discovered in front of Phasma and Sons." "That reminds me." said Harry, stepping over to Godric. "I need to show you a charm to repel dementors. What you have to do (he picked up his wand) is concentrate on a very happy memory, then, thinking of that memory, say the incantation "Expecto Patronum!". If your charm is successful, an animal will burst out of your wand and drive the dementors away." After he had showed them how to do it, he stepped back over to the Concenturglass. Grasping it alongside the others, they all thought of Dumbledore's study at Hogwarts. Turning the oversized hourglass, they dissapeared in a swirling wind, bound for home, where an unpleasent surprise awaited them.
The End
And yes, I am going to write a sequel, and for the subtitle I will label it "The sequel to "The Origin of Sorrow." Goodbye!
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