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Chapter 7: Something is brewing.
Everything was dark around him. He heard sounds of waves all around. People waved, that moved and spoke.
He did not know where he was, when or with whom. The last thing he remembered was being in the Forbidden Forest with his brother, and then the man who drank unicorn blood.
It was so much headache. Painfully, he tried to open my eyes, blinding white light and attacked it.
He wakes up, said a voice he knew only too well.
- Calm down Miss Black, 'said another stern voice, he needs rest. We still do not know what a.
Harry finally managed to see clearly before him. At his bedside were on one side Elizabeth, Neville and Draco, but two looked very worried. And before him his brother, sullenly. It was there probably because it was forced.
Right next to Professor Dumbledore.
- Do I feel better Harry? asked the latter of a kindly voice. Harry shook his head slightly, but said nothing. His throat was so dry, it was like drinking nothing for weeks.
- If you will leave me alone for a while with Mr. Potter, said the director of a firm voice. You can go wait in the waiting room next door, I will not for long. Harry saw that Elizabeth was reluctant to obey orders of the director, but she had no choice, and gradually all came out of the room.
Dumbledore then approached and sat next to him. And passed a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, during which Harry had set the ceiling. For some reason he did not know, he never felt comfortable in the presence of the director. He knew it was the greatest wizard of all time, he defeated Grindelwald and stuff, but there was something about him that did not inspire confidence.
- Is what you could tell me what happened Harry? Then asked in a soft voice the headmaster of Hogwarts. Turning, Harry eyes met Dumbledore, and pain then invades his head. As if someone tried to break into his head. It had nothing to do with the pain he had felt earlier. It was more uncomfortable than painful truth, and Harry tried to ignore to reply.
- We were in the forest with Ryan, he said, faintly. There was this man who drank unicorn blood was atrocious. I was so ill all of a sudden, I think ... Harry was silent then, he felt that what he would say it would attract ridicule or disbelief of the old man.
- What do you think Harry? asked the voice kindly Dumbledore, but Harry felt a great curiosity at the old wizard.
- I think it came from my scar, Harry admitted. She was burning, as it was awful pain. I felt like it was on fire, and my head would explode.
- But I do not understand why my scar would hurt me ... asked Harry, while the director was silent. This scar is from Voldemort, so why does it hurt me? And why me, it should be Ryan!
Dumbledore rose from his seat and began pacing the room, his hands crossed behind his back, and apparently immersed in full reflection. He ends up dealing with Harry who was still waiting for an explanation.
- You should know Harry that such scarring is unique, I can only speculate, then began a slow voice Dumbledore. I can assume is that if the scar hurt you, perhaps because Voldemort was around, he finally in a voice quite serious. His face was serious, and Harry shivered despite the heat in the room.
- How is that possible? he murmured. You think that was the man who ...
A conversation he had with Remus when he was younger he then returned to memory.
While Ryan has killed Voldemort? For good? Asked the boy to his uncle. They both were in the living room of Potter, so everybody was playing Quidditch outside, except Harry who was ill.
I do not know Harry had replied in a hesitant voice his uncle. No body was never found, and many, including Professor Dumbledore, believe that Voldemort is still present in the form of a shadow, but one day he comes back stronger than ever.
- It was Voldemort, Harry replied in a voice more secure. He's back?
Harry crossed the eyes of his teacher and was immediately convinced.
- Do you know what's in this school this year, Harry? Dumbledore asked him, without once crossing his eyes.
- The philosopher's stone, replied without hesitation the young wizard. No sooner had he said he knew immediately that Dumbledore was going.
- Voldemort wants to acquire the stone to regain human form, Harry said slowly. He wants to return, and while waiting for the stone, he uses the blood of unicorns.
Ryan was never really killed then, was the first thought that occurred to Harry. All this glory, the fame, the gratitude that he is the wizarding world, these are all lies. He does not deserve all this. This is a usurper.
Harry was immediately ashamed of these thoughts crossed his mind. There he was, lying on his hospital bed, coming to learn that the most evil wizard of all time was perhaps going back from the dead, and the only thing he could think of was her brother. Maybe everyone was right! Maybe he was really jealous of his brother? Harry drove these thoughts from his head, he would think about it later. There was only one thing he did not understand ...
- But why is it me who hurt and not Ryan then? he asked, curiosity evident in his voice. Dumbledore continued to pace the room. Finally he turned and faced Harry.
- I have no valid explanation on this Harry, he replied in a voice that seemed to be characterized by fatigue. I just think, I can not explain why your scar hurt you tonight. Like I said before, your scar you and your brother is unique in its kind, and I do not have any information about it. Only time will tell us more I guess. In the meantime, he added in a mysterious tone, I highly recommend taking more care.
On the last words Dumbledore left the room, and a few minutes later, his friends, Draco and the nurse returned to her bedside. While discussing with his friends and explained what had gone s in the forest, he could not get rid of the feeling that the director had not said in any interview.
Harry left the hospital the next day, Mrs. Pomfrey had insisted on remaining overnight for observation, and could she, she probably would have kept all the weekend but Harry insisted forcefully: it felt better, and if he was not feeling well, he promised to return presto.
Having convinced the strap as he nicknamed it out of the infirmary and went to the hall, where he knew everyone was having lunch. As he arrived in the hallway leading directly to the great hall, Harry had the unpleasant surprise to come across two Gryffindors not very friendly.
His brother and weasel came straight ahead and confrontation seemed inevitable. As soon as he had seen him, Ryan immediately darkened. It seemed he was about to pass without saying a word, but his friend did not share the same ideas.
- Look who is there Ryan, said in a tone Weasley bad as Harry walked past them. Here is one who tries to steal the show, your pale copy! he added, his eyes flashing.
Harry did not intend to fight. All he wanted was to join his friends, take a good breakfast because it was starving and then return to his common room and rest for the whole weekend. So let there talking, after all it was only Weasley and he continued to walk towards the hall.
Then he would open the door of the hall, he heard his brother speak to her boyfriend.
- Give it up Ron, he said, it is not worth the trouble. It's not even my brother.
Harry heard them away, and any hunger disappeared. He stood there in front of the door. The words that Ryan had just spoken about in his head and gave him no respite. He knew that their relationship was at its lowest since it was distributed in Slytherin. He himself hated his brother for his actions and behavior. But to deny him this way, there was not a huge Harry previously had not been able to climb.
Feeling nauseous, he hastened to join his dorm, where he hoped to get some sleep and forget how her life was crap.
The holiday took place in April at an incredibly rapid pace. Harry and his friends spent all their holidays to revise for their first examinations. Harry also had to catch up he had taken from his duties in force in parallel to study the books he had borrowed from the library of Black. However, even being late he continued to be the first in all classes, to the chagrin of Hermione Granger. Neville frequently told them that her friend was furious at being overtaken, it was the first time this had happened. Harry did not care, he wanted to keep his place at the top, he felt himself too well.
At the end of the holidays Harry was finally finished all his homework, he had begun to review, something he did with the two members of his trio and Blaise, Tracey and Daphne. Draco avoided him more or less from their restraint. From what he understood, Draco's father was not pleased to learn that his son had chosen a Potter's son.
Harry was also very happy because he finally managed to master several spells very complicated in which he trained for weeks. One was a lot of confusion that allowed him to convince his victim a hypothetical situation that he could use to his advantage, to subdue Harry had trained on Neville who he had believed he was a rabid lion This was very funny to look to Elizabeth and Harry. He also learned a spell of illusion that allowed him to give the impression to his opponent that he was in a dark and menacing without any emergency exit. This spell in particular was very difficult to master, and Harry was very proud to finally be reached.
A few weeks after school starts, when he was already asleep for several hours, his scar hurt him.
He was dreaming he was flying on a broom and exploring the world with a gargoyle named Esmeralda, when suddenly the darkness came over him. The sandy beaches were replaced by a dark room, where there was a threatening figure. Harry could not see his face. He could not move in front of him was a mirror, Harry was attracted by the mirror, but it was in vain tried, he could not take off his feet off the ground. The figure then moved and began to make whistles.
You do not need to look in the mirror, said the voice resembled that of a snake.
I want to know, 'said Harry, moving his head from left to right with frenzy. He wanted to move, he was not feeling well and his scar hurt.
Good and evil do not exist, 'said the voice, as if she had not heard what Harry said. Only power and those who are strong enough to master it, possess it. You're mighty young Potter, said the voice. And then the man turned. All Harry saw was the face of a snake and screamed wildly. The darkness came over him and his scar burned like the last time in the Forbidden Forest.
- Harry, Harry wake up, said a voice he could not recognize. He felt shaken and tried to protest. It was so much headache.
Painfully he opened his eyes. Blaise and Draco stood at his bedside. Blaise looked very worried and Draco looked at him with undisguised curiosity. Harry immediately felt very embarrassed.
- Harry's it going? Blaise asked eagerly. Harry nodded to show he was fine, and his friend immediately took the floor.
- You started fidgeting in your sleep, you muttered incomprehensible words, and then you spoke of a mirror. And suddenly you screamed! he explained excitedly.
- Sorry, it was a nightmare, Harry said in a hoarse voice. Looking up, he saw that he had convinced Blaise, who nodded his head knowingly. But Draco, it was almost over, did not believe in this explanation.
After a few minutes, Harry pretended to want to go back to sleep and his two friends returned to their beds.
Draco Malfoy was worried.
Since the incident in the forest, he was very concerned. He had overheard a conversation between members of the trio, the day when Harry had left the infirmary, and he heard Harry tell his friends that it was Voldemort who was present in the forest, and wanted to fly the philosopher's stone that was in school in order to regain human form.
Draco was a baby when Voldemort was gone, but her childhood was rocked by stories of greatness and the ideals of his father's former master. All this talk of Lucius Malfoy who were supposed to make him adopt the same ideals were offset by the special character of Draco Malfoy. It was not the kind like his father to fall at the feet of a man, he was lord, and thus he found that the attachment was to the memory of his father a wizard pathetic. After all, loved to repeat Draco, you-know-who was defeated by a baby at that! And this habit of being afraid of his name was really ridiculous! But when he heard his friend talk about a possible return to the life of the Dark Lord, Draco had suddenly felt afraid. His mother had told him the course of the War, concerns perpetual battle, everyday stress, the fear of her husband and his family thrown into Azkaban if they were caught. And Draco did not want that. He did not want a father crawling at the feet of a Lord who brings them qu'ennuis and mourning. He did not embrace the ideals of a cause that did not fit. Draco Malfoy was above all a pragmatist, individualist, and someone deeply selfish. The mud-blood as his father called, he did not care. They go to Hogwarts or not, provided they left him alone, it had little interest for him. If he did not like Gryffindor, it was because they were arrogant and did not reflect two cents. Except Granger and Longbottom, but they were wondering what they were doing in this house.
Harry Potter, it was another matter. When Draco had learned that the famous Ryan Potter had a brother, he was incredibly surprised. He was aware of the great families of the wizarding world which were undoubtedly part of the Potter, he learned it was another offspring. And a descendant who looked not at the rest of his family. Proof being, it was distributed in Slytherin, which was a first for Potter's house.
Draco had seen much in September. He had seen a boy uncomfortable, shy, reserved but full capacity and very intelligent. And Draco had decided to try his luck, even though he knew that his father would not approve of seeing attend Potter.
When he saw Harry defeat a troll, it was more than impressed. He had seen the coolness and audacity which had demonstrated his classmate, and then decided it was time to make a real Salazar Slytherin which itself would be proud. And he succeeded. In less time than it had expected, Harry Potter became the star of the first year in snakes. He had thrown to the dustbin of his shell a little boy nice and shy and had more confidence.
And Draco thought when he said that Voldemort was trying to come back. He believed when he said that his scar was hurting, and it was probably due to the fact that the sorcerer was in the vicinity. But the question arose as Draco, as the trio was: why is it that it was Harry who was evil, and not Ryan? And why is it that when Harry woke up the scar was scarlet?
There is something rotten in the state of Merlin, Draco thought, taking up one of the favorite expressions of his grandmother. While trying to fall asleep again, he could not chase the bad feeling which had taken refuge in him.
Everything was dark around him. He heard sounds of waves all around. People waved, that moved and spoke.
He did not know where he was, when or with whom. The last thing he remembered was being in the Forbidden Forest with his brother, and then the man who drank unicorn blood.
It was so much headache. Painfully, he tried to open my eyes, blinding white light and attacked it.
He wakes up, said a voice he knew only too well.
- Calm down Miss Black, 'said another stern voice, he needs rest. We still do not know what a.
Harry finally managed to see clearly before him. At his bedside were on one side Elizabeth, Neville and Draco, but two looked very worried. And before him his brother, sullenly. It was there probably because it was forced.
Right next to Professor Dumbledore.
- Do I feel better Harry? asked the latter of a kindly voice. Harry shook his head slightly, but said nothing. His throat was so dry, it was like drinking nothing for weeks.
- If you will leave me alone for a while with Mr. Potter, said the director of a firm voice. You can go wait in the waiting room next door, I will not for long. Harry saw that Elizabeth was reluctant to obey orders of the director, but she had no choice, and gradually all came out of the room.
Dumbledore then approached and sat next to him. And passed a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, during which Harry had set the ceiling. For some reason he did not know, he never felt comfortable in the presence of the director. He knew it was the greatest wizard of all time, he defeated Grindelwald and stuff, but there was something about him that did not inspire confidence.
- Is what you could tell me what happened Harry? Then asked in a soft voice the headmaster of Hogwarts. Turning, Harry eyes met Dumbledore, and pain then invades his head. As if someone tried to break into his head. It had nothing to do with the pain he had felt earlier. It was more uncomfortable than painful truth, and Harry tried to ignore to reply.
- We were in the forest with Ryan, he said, faintly. There was this man who drank unicorn blood was atrocious. I was so ill all of a sudden, I think ... Harry was silent then, he felt that what he would say it would attract ridicule or disbelief of the old man.
- What do you think Harry? asked the voice kindly Dumbledore, but Harry felt a great curiosity at the old wizard.
- I think it came from my scar, Harry admitted. She was burning, as it was awful pain. I felt like it was on fire, and my head would explode.
- But I do not understand why my scar would hurt me ... asked Harry, while the director was silent. This scar is from Voldemort, so why does it hurt me? And why me, it should be Ryan!
Dumbledore rose from his seat and began pacing the room, his hands crossed behind his back, and apparently immersed in full reflection. He ends up dealing with Harry who was still waiting for an explanation.
- You should know Harry that such scarring is unique, I can only speculate, then began a slow voice Dumbledore. I can assume is that if the scar hurt you, perhaps because Voldemort was around, he finally in a voice quite serious. His face was serious, and Harry shivered despite the heat in the room.
- How is that possible? he murmured. You think that was the man who ...
A conversation he had with Remus when he was younger he then returned to memory.
While Ryan has killed Voldemort? For good? Asked the boy to his uncle. They both were in the living room of Potter, so everybody was playing Quidditch outside, except Harry who was ill.
I do not know Harry had replied in a hesitant voice his uncle. No body was never found, and many, including Professor Dumbledore, believe that Voldemort is still present in the form of a shadow, but one day he comes back stronger than ever.
- It was Voldemort, Harry replied in a voice more secure. He's back?
Harry crossed the eyes of his teacher and was immediately convinced.
- Do you know what's in this school this year, Harry? Dumbledore asked him, without once crossing his eyes.
- The philosopher's stone, replied without hesitation the young wizard. No sooner had he said he knew immediately that Dumbledore was going.
- Voldemort wants to acquire the stone to regain human form, Harry said slowly. He wants to return, and while waiting for the stone, he uses the blood of unicorns.
Ryan was never really killed then, was the first thought that occurred to Harry. All this glory, the fame, the gratitude that he is the wizarding world, these are all lies. He does not deserve all this. This is a usurper.
Harry was immediately ashamed of these thoughts crossed his mind. There he was, lying on his hospital bed, coming to learn that the most evil wizard of all time was perhaps going back from the dead, and the only thing he could think of was her brother. Maybe everyone was right! Maybe he was really jealous of his brother? Harry drove these thoughts from his head, he would think about it later. There was only one thing he did not understand ...
- But why is it me who hurt and not Ryan then? he asked, curiosity evident in his voice. Dumbledore continued to pace the room. Finally he turned and faced Harry.
- I have no valid explanation on this Harry, he replied in a voice that seemed to be characterized by fatigue. I just think, I can not explain why your scar hurt you tonight. Like I said before, your scar you and your brother is unique in its kind, and I do not have any information about it. Only time will tell us more I guess. In the meantime, he added in a mysterious tone, I highly recommend taking more care.
On the last words Dumbledore left the room, and a few minutes later, his friends, Draco and the nurse returned to her bedside. While discussing with his friends and explained what had gone s in the forest, he could not get rid of the feeling that the director had not said in any interview.
Harry left the hospital the next day, Mrs. Pomfrey had insisted on remaining overnight for observation, and could she, she probably would have kept all the weekend but Harry insisted forcefully: it felt better, and if he was not feeling well, he promised to return presto.
Having convinced the strap as he nicknamed it out of the infirmary and went to the hall, where he knew everyone was having lunch. As he arrived in the hallway leading directly to the great hall, Harry had the unpleasant surprise to come across two Gryffindors not very friendly.
His brother and weasel came straight ahead and confrontation seemed inevitable. As soon as he had seen him, Ryan immediately darkened. It seemed he was about to pass without saying a word, but his friend did not share the same ideas.
- Look who is there Ryan, said in a tone Weasley bad as Harry walked past them. Here is one who tries to steal the show, your pale copy! he added, his eyes flashing.
Harry did not intend to fight. All he wanted was to join his friends, take a good breakfast because it was starving and then return to his common room and rest for the whole weekend. So let there talking, after all it was only Weasley and he continued to walk towards the hall.
Then he would open the door of the hall, he heard his brother speak to her boyfriend.
- Give it up Ron, he said, it is not worth the trouble. It's not even my brother.
Harry heard them away, and any hunger disappeared. He stood there in front of the door. The words that Ryan had just spoken about in his head and gave him no respite. He knew that their relationship was at its lowest since it was distributed in Slytherin. He himself hated his brother for his actions and behavior. But to deny him this way, there was not a huge Harry previously had not been able to climb.
Feeling nauseous, he hastened to join his dorm, where he hoped to get some sleep and forget how her life was crap.
The holiday took place in April at an incredibly rapid pace. Harry and his friends spent all their holidays to revise for their first examinations. Harry also had to catch up he had taken from his duties in force in parallel to study the books he had borrowed from the library of Black. However, even being late he continued to be the first in all classes, to the chagrin of Hermione Granger. Neville frequently told them that her friend was furious at being overtaken, it was the first time this had happened. Harry did not care, he wanted to keep his place at the top, he felt himself too well.
At the end of the holidays Harry was finally finished all his homework, he had begun to review, something he did with the two members of his trio and Blaise, Tracey and Daphne. Draco avoided him more or less from their restraint. From what he understood, Draco's father was not pleased to learn that his son had chosen a Potter's son.
Harry was also very happy because he finally managed to master several spells very complicated in which he trained for weeks. One was a lot of confusion that allowed him to convince his victim a hypothetical situation that he could use to his advantage, to subdue Harry had trained on Neville who he had believed he was a rabid lion This was very funny to look to Elizabeth and Harry. He also learned a spell of illusion that allowed him to give the impression to his opponent that he was in a dark and menacing without any emergency exit. This spell in particular was very difficult to master, and Harry was very proud to finally be reached.
A few weeks after school starts, when he was already asleep for several hours, his scar hurt him.
He was dreaming he was flying on a broom and exploring the world with a gargoyle named Esmeralda, when suddenly the darkness came over him. The sandy beaches were replaced by a dark room, where there was a threatening figure. Harry could not see his face. He could not move in front of him was a mirror, Harry was attracted by the mirror, but it was in vain tried, he could not take off his feet off the ground. The figure then moved and began to make whistles.
You do not need to look in the mirror, said the voice resembled that of a snake.
I want to know, 'said Harry, moving his head from left to right with frenzy. He wanted to move, he was not feeling well and his scar hurt.
Good and evil do not exist, 'said the voice, as if she had not heard what Harry said. Only power and those who are strong enough to master it, possess it. You're mighty young Potter, said the voice. And then the man turned. All Harry saw was the face of a snake and screamed wildly. The darkness came over him and his scar burned like the last time in the Forbidden Forest.
- Harry, Harry wake up, said a voice he could not recognize. He felt shaken and tried to protest. It was so much headache.
Painfully he opened his eyes. Blaise and Draco stood at his bedside. Blaise looked very worried and Draco looked at him with undisguised curiosity. Harry immediately felt very embarrassed.
- Harry's it going? Blaise asked eagerly. Harry nodded to show he was fine, and his friend immediately took the floor.
- You started fidgeting in your sleep, you muttered incomprehensible words, and then you spoke of a mirror. And suddenly you screamed! he explained excitedly.
- Sorry, it was a nightmare, Harry said in a hoarse voice. Looking up, he saw that he had convinced Blaise, who nodded his head knowingly. But Draco, it was almost over, did not believe in this explanation.
After a few minutes, Harry pretended to want to go back to sleep and his two friends returned to their beds.
Draco Malfoy was worried.
Since the incident in the forest, he was very concerned. He had overheard a conversation between members of the trio, the day when Harry had left the infirmary, and he heard Harry tell his friends that it was Voldemort who was present in the forest, and wanted to fly the philosopher's stone that was in school in order to regain human form.
Draco was a baby when Voldemort was gone, but her childhood was rocked by stories of greatness and the ideals of his father's former master. All this talk of Lucius Malfoy who were supposed to make him adopt the same ideals were offset by the special character of Draco Malfoy. It was not the kind like his father to fall at the feet of a man, he was lord, and thus he found that the attachment was to the memory of his father a wizard pathetic. After all, loved to repeat Draco, you-know-who was defeated by a baby at that! And this habit of being afraid of his name was really ridiculous! But when he heard his friend talk about a possible return to the life of the Dark Lord, Draco had suddenly felt afraid. His mother had told him the course of the War, concerns perpetual battle, everyday stress, the fear of her husband and his family thrown into Azkaban if they were caught. And Draco did not want that. He did not want a father crawling at the feet of a Lord who brings them qu'ennuis and mourning. He did not embrace the ideals of a cause that did not fit. Draco Malfoy was above all a pragmatist, individualist, and someone deeply selfish. The mud-blood as his father called, he did not care. They go to Hogwarts or not, provided they left him alone, it had little interest for him. If he did not like Gryffindor, it was because they were arrogant and did not reflect two cents. Except Granger and Longbottom, but they were wondering what they were doing in this house.
Harry Potter, it was another matter. When Draco had learned that the famous Ryan Potter had a brother, he was incredibly surprised. He was aware of the great families of the wizarding world which were undoubtedly part of the Potter, he learned it was another offspring. And a descendant who looked not at the rest of his family. Proof being, it was distributed in Slytherin, which was a first for Potter's house.
Draco had seen much in September. He had seen a boy uncomfortable, shy, reserved but full capacity and very intelligent. And Draco had decided to try his luck, even though he knew that his father would not approve of seeing attend Potter.
When he saw Harry defeat a troll, it was more than impressed. He had seen the coolness and audacity which had demonstrated his classmate, and then decided it was time to make a real Salazar Slytherin which itself would be proud. And he succeeded. In less time than it had expected, Harry Potter became the star of the first year in snakes. He had thrown to the dustbin of his shell a little boy nice and shy and had more confidence.
And Draco thought when he said that Voldemort was trying to come back. He believed when he said that his scar was hurting, and it was probably due to the fact that the sorcerer was in the vicinity. But the question arose as Draco, as the trio was: why is it that it was Harry who was evil, and not Ryan? And why is it that when Harry woke up the scar was scarlet?
There is something rotten in the state of Merlin, Draco thought, taking up one of the favorite expressions of his grandmother. While trying to fall asleep again, he could not chase the bad feeling which had taken refuge in him.
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