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Chapter Two: The Secrets Beyond the Veil
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Hermione looked up from an Advanced Curse Breaker Book.
“Hello, Cho,” she said before looking back down at her book.
Cho sat down in one of the chairs of the large library owned by their late headmaster.
“It was nice of Dumbledore to give Harry all of his mansions. They’re well protected from the Dark Side,” Cho said trying to start a conversation.
Hermione remained silent.
“Did you know that Dumbledore owns two mansions on all seven continents. Harry told me,” Cho continued.
“Harry doesn’t tell me much of anything anymore,” Hermione croaked.
Finally she broke down, and Cho ran around the desk to place a comforting arm around her.
“I’m a-always p-pushing him away from me. Ever since Dumbledore’s death I’ve been too afraid to get close to h-him. After everything we’ve been through, I’m abandoning him when he needs me most,” Hermione wailed.
Lavender walked in with her arms full of books. At the sight of Hermione, she dropped them and ran over to her.
“Well, why are you pushing Harry away?” Cho asked as Lavender helped Hermione to a chair.
“I don’t know. Harry and I have been through so much. I feel like I’m a different person. I deserted Harry! I don’t deserve him,” Hermione wailed.
“I’ll get Dobby to get us some tea,” Lavender said.
“No, I’ll do it. Dobby and Winky are to busy cleaning this mansion anyway,” Cho insisted.
“T-thank you, Cho,” Hermione sniffed.
Cho rubbed her back and left the room. As she approached the large kitchen, she couldn’t help but smile as she removed another pink vial from her pocket.
Ron, can you hear me?
Loud and clear. Arthur, Bart, Fred, and Dean, all clear?
Can we all meet behind that hedge?Bart thought.
The one in front of you, Dean.Arthur thought irritably.
The men made their way behind the hedge before removing their Disillusionment Charms.
“What’s wrong, Bart?” Harry asked.
“I don’t think we should call each other by our real names. I mean, Snape is very good at reading people’s thoughts and probably some of the few other Death Eaters, not to mention the warlord I saw entering the house while I was on my stakeout,” Bart explained.
Everyone was in deep thought. Ron was the first to speak.
“I have to agree with Bart. Unless Jasper can protect our Mind Connections from outside intrusions-”
I won’t be able to. My mind isn’t powerful enough to protect all of yours., Jasper replied appearing next to Dean.
“So code names it is,” Harry said, but Bart cut in.
“I got Flash!”
“Dragonrider,” Ron shrugged.
“C-4,” Dean said.
“I made fireworks for the joke shop and explosives for the old Ministry of Magic,” Dean said defensively.
“What should I call myself?” Harry asked.
“How about Scarface?” Dean asked.
Everyone bursted out laughing. Harry placed the Muffliato Charm over them.
“Very funny,” Harry said.
Say hello to my little friend!Jasper thought.
Everyone except Harry was on the floor.
“Are we forgetting why we’re here?” Harry said.
The atmosphere was serious again.
“I call myself Prongs, after my dad,” Harry finished.
“Weasel,” Fred said.
“Aquaman,” Arthur finished.
“Now that’s a code name,” Ron said.
“Alright, everyone in your positions,” Harry said.
Everyone placed the Disillusionment Charms on themselves and circled the perimeter of the house, as Jasper sat on top of a hill.
C-4, you’re up.
Dean ran to the side of the house.
He was pulled up to the roof. He ran up to the chimney and looked down.
The fire is burning. Extinguishing in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
“Where is Wormtail!” Snape yelled.
“The Dark Lord shouldn’t have let him travel that far to carry a task,” Draco Malfoy said lazily sharpening his knife with his wand.
Warlord Ducard entered the room.
“I have spoken to Voldemort. He is having a search party look for the pathetic rat as we speak.”
“Why are you saying his name. You have-”
“WHAT!?! NO RIGHT! You better remember that I was one of the seven warlords who made him who he is. So you know that I have the power to take away my power from him without hesitation. And you will be the one to blame. So you better give me the respect I well deserved,” Ducard said darkly.
Snape bowed his head.
The fire in the fireplace went out.
“Did you get more wood for the fire, Malfoy?” Ducard snarled.
“Yes, my lord, but-”
“GET MORE WOOD!!”
Draco quickly ran to other side of the room, and brought back more wood for the fire place.
Dean snickered as he saw more wood being thrown into the fireplace. He slipped his hand into his small duffle bag, and pulled out a long dynamite sized explosive. He held it above the chimney. He gave Fred the signal.
Fire in the hole Fred thought.
Draco shot a simple blue-bell flame charm at the fire. His eyes widened when his charm made contact with a stick of dynamite.
All the windows in the house were shattered as the house shook violently.
Everyone move!Harry thought.
Arthur and Fred broke into the back of the house and fired stunners at two injured Death Eaters.
Flash, Prongs, your clear!
Bart sped into the kitchen and up the stairs. As Fred and Arthur retreated outside, Harry slipped in after Bart.
“THE PENSIEVE!” Snape roared.
Draco was about to head up the stairs when dragon firecracker roared from the fireplace and began shooting balls of fire at him. Draco jumped behind the couch for cover.
Draco yelled in pain and turned. Ron was at the front door with his wand at the ready. Ducard roared and ran towards Ron. He made a slashing movement and fired at him. But the spell sailed right through Ron.
“What?” he whispered in confusion.
Volleys of curses was sent into the house, blasting holes, and creating fire all over the house.
“They’re attacking us from the outside!” Draco yelled.
Outside the house, Ron, Fred, Arthur, and Dean had surrounded the house and were shooting at the enemy. Their illusion selves were standing in various areas of the house.
The guards in the hallway were frozen immediately by Harry’s freezing spell.
Snape’s room is the last door on the leftJasper thought.
Bart sped up from behind Harry and slipped off his goggles.
“All the guards are down and out.”
“Then let’s get that pensieve,” Harry replied.
Bart covered Harry as he slipped into Snape’s bedroom. Spotting the pensieve, he took it and ran out of the room.
A death eater had ran up to them with her wand at the ready. But was thrown backwards by Harry’s stunner.
Harry gave the pensieve to Bart.
“Duh,” Bart replied.
With a flash he was gone.
Harry ran to the staircase to find Draco, Ducard, and Snape. He pointed his finger at Snape.
“You’ll get yours.”
With a blast of fire, Harry dissaparated throwing his enemies off their feet and against the crumbling walls.
“We came, we conquered, we- what’s with the long faces?” Bart asked holding up Dumbledore’s pensieve.
He was the first to return from Spinner’s End. He however nodded when he saw Hermione. At the center of the Entrance Hall of the Manor was the Phoenix symbol on the marble floor. Ron apparated on the spot. The phoenix symbol on his leather jacket was still glowing until he stepped off the symbol. Every member from the mission apparated back until finally with a flash of fire, Harry appeared. Arthur was about to speak when he saw that Harry was staring at Hermione.
“Hermione-” Harry whispered quietly.
But Hermione got up and walked away.
Harry combed his fingers through his hair.
“What am I doing wrong?”
“I’m clueless,” Lavender said after greeting Arthur.
George emerged from the Laboratory Room with his hair standing on all ends.
“We’ve got work to do,” Fred said motioning Dean to follow.
“What gave that away?” George asked sarcastically before reentering the Laboratory with Fred and Dean.
Harry was staring up at the long winding staircase where Hermione had just walked up.
“Go to her,” Cho encouraged.
“Yeah, we’ll look at the memory later,” Arthur said taking off his phoenix jacket, as Fang began sniffing him for food.
“Didn’t I feed you already ?” Arthur said looking down.
Fang growled and turned to Ron.
“Go to her,” Cho repeated.
Harry nodded and walked up the stairs. Along the way, he was trying to choose his words carefully before speaking to Hermione. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of her door.
“Hermione, it’s me.”
“Please, Hermione. Open up,” Harry pleaded.
Her door opened revealing her drinking tea that Cho gave her on her bed. Harry walked in and closed the door.
“We got Dumbledore’s pensieve,” he started.
“That’s wonderful. Did you look into his memory?” she asked looking at anywhere but him.
“Well, no,” Harry replied.
She finally looked at him. For that one second Harry was relieved to see her chocolate eyes looking back at him.
“Because there is an important issue that I have to care of,” Harry said.
“So, now I’m an issue,” Hermione said flaring up.
“What’s gotten into you? It’s like you’re a totally different person-”
Harry looked at her for one last time, before leaving.
“What’s happening to me?” Hermione wailed holding her hands to her head.
As Harry walked away, massaging his head in worry, Cho stood in the shadows behind a painting of Sir Cadogan.
“How did it go?” Ron asked letting down his hair.
Harry shook his head and motioned everyone to follow him. They all began walking to the west side of the mansion. Winky appeared from the kitchen.
“Master Harry! Dinner will be ready in an hour!”
“Thank you, Winky,” Harry responded.
He opened a door and motioned everybody to go in. The room was small circular room. What made it so significant was that the walls and ceiling was covered in mirrors. At the very center of the room was the pensieve sitting on a stone pedestal. Everyone watched Harry pace around the Pensieve Room, massaging his head as he was in deep thought. Ron could tell that there was a lot of things on his best friend’s mind. Harry finally stopped pacing and faced them.
“Whatever you see in this memory can never leave this room. That means not telling Hermione, Cho, or Lavender.”
“Why?” Arthur said at once.
“They are a part of this league, too,” Ron said.
“First of all, Lavender is not experienced so she’s not prepared for whatever happens if she is captured by Death Eaters. Second, my conscience is telling me that we shouldn’t reveal this vital information with Cho, just yet-”
“In other words you don’t trust her,” Ron said.
“No, I just have this gut feeling that Cho can’t handle what we’re about to find out in this pensieve,” Harry said.
“And Hermione?” Bart asked.
“She’s not a good state right now.”
It wasn’t Harry, but Ron that answered.
“I have another suggestion,” Arthur said.
“Yes?” Harry asked.
“I think it should be you and Ron to go into the pensieve, not us.”
“Why?” Ron asked.
“Because you were closest Dumbledore than me and Bart. So it should be you two,” Arthur explained.
Bart nodded in agreement. Both he and A.C. stood up.
“We’ll tell you what we find out,” Ron said.
They nodded and left the room.
Both Harry and Ron stood on opposite ends of the pensieve with their wands at the ready.
“Ready?” Harry asked.
They both placed their wand tips into the silver liquid and were pulled into the basin.
Two and a half decades ago...
Harry opened his eyes and found himself lying in a field of daisies.
“Are we in heaven?” he heard a familiar voice asked.
He looked around to find Ron looking around their surroundings.
“We’re on a hill,” he added.
Harry got up and looked down. Sure enough they were standing on a hill overlooking a small village.
“Albus, will you slow down!” came a voice.
Harry and Ron turned to find a younger Dumbledore and a man with a goatee running after him.
“Time is galileons, Aberforth!” Dumbledore called back.
Harry noticed that Dumbledore had a very serious expression on his face. Harry, Ron, and Aberforth had to jog to keep up with Dumbledore. Harry noticed that Dumbledore kept glancing down at his pocket watch as they approached the village. His heart leapt into his throat when he read the name of the village on its sign post: Godric’s Hallow.
“I don’t see why you need me to go with you on your little adventure,” Aberforth said as they turned down another street.
“Because I think that whatever I am about to hear will be useful to you one day,” Dumbledore said.
“There you go again! Being all mysterious! Why can’t you tell me exactly the purpose of this trip is?” Aberforth asked.
“Well, where would be the fun in that?” Dumbledore said smiling.
They had finally reached a large mansion. Dumbledore walked up to the gate and one of the gargoyle’s heads sprung to life.
“What gets dirty when its white?”
“A bloody riddle?” Aberforth said impatiently.
Dumbledore stood in deep thought, and began to chuckle.
“You may enter,” the gargoyle replied.
The gates opened.
“Welcome to Potter Manor.”
Ron quickly glanced at Harry, but to find that he was actually ahead of Dumbledore to the front door. Dumbledore briskly walked up the stone steps and knocked on the doorbell. The door opened seconds later revealing a young house-elf.
“Good afternoon, Snidget,” Dumbledore said kindly.
“Good afternoon, headmaster. Lord Potter is waiting for you,” Snidget replied bowing.
They all entered the mansion.
“Your parents have nice taste,” Ron said as the walked into the entrance.
“I must compliment your family, Snidget. After five generations, this manor looks immaculate,” Dumbledore said.
“Five generations!” Harry said in shock.
“You are too kind, Headmaster,” Snidet replied.
As they walked up a second flight of stairs, a snitch appeared from one of the grand bedrooms and was circling the group. Harry made to grab the snitch when someone beat him to it. He looked around and found himself looking at a younger him.
“Hello, James. I see that you are eagerly awaiting to try-out for your team this term,” Dumbledore beamed.
“I’m more than ready, sir,” James Potter replied.
“I have to remind you not to get your confidence up. You just turned twelve and there are older more experienced seekers in Gryffindor,” Aberforth said.
“He could take them on blindfolded,” came another voice.
Dumbledore smiled down at young Sirius Black.
“Enjoying the holidays, Sirius?”
“It’s better than Grimmauld Place.”
Aberforth laughed as Snidget escorted them to the last room. After bowing to them, Snidget disapparated. Dumbledore entered the room followed by Harry, Ron, and Aberforth. The room was crimson red with books decorating the walls. The one thing that stood out was the statue of a wolf standing on the large fireplace. A man with black messy hair and streaks of grey was looking out at the window. When he heard the door closed he turned and smiled at the two men.
“How are you my old friends?” the man asked.
“Very well. Your message sounded very urgent,” Dumbledore said.
“Yeah, so urgent you had to send a howler,” Aberforth said.
Harry’s grandfather walked up to them.
“I’ve made a horrible mistake.”
“You didn’t open it did you?” Dumbledore asked.
Harry’s grandfather just nodded.
“Where is it?” Dumbledore asked.
“Where’s what?” Aberforth asked.
“Department of Mysteries.”
The scene around Harry and Ron dissolved. As another scene unfolded, Harry heard Ron gasp. Dumbledore, Aberforth, and Harry’s grandfather was now standing in front of the same veil that Sirius fell through. Dumbledore turned, and the hairs on Harry’s and Ron’s neck stood up when they saw that their former headmaster was angry.
“HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!”
Harry’s grandfather took a deep breathe.
Harry, Ron, Aberforth, and Dumbledore’s eyes widened with shock.
“Riddle? As in Tom Marvolo Riddle?” Dumbledore said silently.
Harry’s grandfather nodded.
Dumbledore raised his hand and massaged his temple.
“He read my thoughts.”
Dumbledore spun around.
“But you are the master of Legilimancy and Occulumency! How can he have penetrated your mind!”
“I was poisoned,” Harry’s grandfather replied.
“What kind of poison?” Aberforth asked.
Aberforth and Dumbledore looked at him in confusion.
“He has this snake he calls Naigini. I’ve never seen anything like it. I received an owl that you wanted to meet me here. So I came and waited. The veil that time was shut. Nothing but a stone wall. Then out of nowhere the snake struck me in the chest. As the venom went through my body, I saw him. He pointed his wand on me and began to penetrate my mind. I tried fighting him but the venom was wearing me down.”
“And that’s when he found out that only Gryffindor’s blood can open the veil,” Aberforth said nodding.
Harry’s grandfather nodded.
“How can we seal the veil again?” Aberforth asked.
“I need to enter the veil and use Gryffindor’s dagger to spill my blood into the Veil’s Grail,” Harry’s grandfather responded.
“Gryffindor has a dagger, too?” Aberforth asked.
“The sword came along with the dagger. The dagger has many powerful and hidden magical properties within it. More than the sword actually.”
“Why would a dagger have more magical properties than the sword?” Aberforth asked.
“Because no one will bother to look for the dagger,” Harry and Dumbledore said at the same time.
“Does Riddle know of the dagger?” Dumbledore asked.
“Yes, but he doesn’t know where it is.”
“Because I don’t know where it is.”
“But if Riddle finds the dagger, and spills his on the archway of this veil-”
“Then he will release the phantoms,” Dumbledore said.
“Phantoms?” Aberforth asked.
“It’s what happens to a person’s soul when it is taken by a Dementor’s Kiss. The soul becomes somewhat of a dementor, only a little more human. If they are exposed to the outside world, they will be able to possess any being, no matter how powerful they are,” Dumbledore said darkly.
There was silence.
“So that’s the reason why you hate dementors,” Aberforth said.
“I can’t imagine what would happen if Riddle unleashes these phantoms onto the world,” Dumbledore said.
The scene dissolved again. They were back in his grandfather’s study.
Harry’s grandfather turned to Dumbledore.
“I can’t allow my descendants to pay for my mistakes.”
“Then what do you suggest?” Dumbledore asked
“Help me become immortal.”
“The three of us knows that there is only one way we know to become immortal, and I hope you aren’t suggesting that,” Aberforth said.
“Like always, Aberforth. You never use your imagination,” Harry’s grandfather said looking at the fireplace.
Dumbledore and his brother looked at the fireplace, and comprehension dawned on them.
“This will take years of practice,” Dumbledore said.
“I’m willing to do this if you’re willing to help.”
Harry and Ron felt themselves being pulled out of the pensieve.
“Harry what’s wrong?”
“It all makes sense now,” Harry whispered to himself.
“My grandfather said ‘I can’t allow my descendants to pay for my mistakes’,” Harry said.
“How would Dumbledore find a way to make your grandfather immortal- HARRY WAIT!”
Harry was running out of the door, with Ron on his heals.
“Harry, what’s going on?”
Harry ignored him and ran into the dining room. The entire league was dining under Dobby’s and Winky’s fine food. At the sight of Harry, Hermione jumped up.
“Harry I’m so sorry for what happened-”
Did you see the memory?Jasper asked.
Harry looked down.
“Yes, I did.”
The room was silent.
“Harry, what’s going on?” Hermione asked.
Harry looked at Jasper.
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