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Chapter Seven: The Phantoms of Azkaban
Harry was sitting alone in his bedroom, staring at the floor, with his hands buried in his hair. He found himself caught in a decision that he thought he never would find himself in. He looked up at the clock. He had seven hours to reach a decision, or Ginny, Fleur, and Mrs. Weasely were going to die. Feeling like he was in a trance, he slowly stood up, and left his room.
Hermione was walking up the stairs, when she found Harry making his way down. Her yearning for him was quickly blocked out as she felt a force, blocking her feelings for him. She tried fighting it, but once again another Hermione was taking control. The same Hermione who is forcing her to stay away from Harry.
Harry ignored Hermione’s presence, feeling that he didn’t have the energy to bother her again. His trance led him to the Pensieve Room. He shut the door and walked up to the pensieve in the middle of the room. It was displaying the same memory that allowed Harry to figure out about his grandfather’s identity. It stayed on the last image where Jasper asked the Dumbledores for his favor.
Harry stared and stared…then his eyes widened with shock.
“Well, I’ll be…”
Harry spun around as Charlie and Bill burst into the room.
“You must give him the dagger! My wife, my mother, AND my sister are at stake,” Bill yelled at once.
Oliver ran in.
“You do realize what would happen if Harry does that?”
“I don’t care, our family is important!” Charlie yelled.
“IF HARRY GIVES UP THAT DAGGER, WE’LL HAVE AN APOCOLYPSE IN OUR HANDS!” Oliver bellowed.
“I’m not going to let my family die!” Charlie yelled
“Every war requires sacrifice! No sacrifice, no victory!” Oliver bellowed
“DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT AGAIN!” Bill yelled.
Waves of discoveries were now flowing through his mind.
Everyone was now running into the Pensieve Room. Ron, Neville and A.C. were pushing the three men apart.
But Harry continued to stare at the image before him.
“Dumbledore gives the word ‘genius’ a whole new meaning.”
“What are you talking about Harry?” Cho asked.
“He left us a trail of bread crumbs,” Harry said.
“What do you mean?”
“His father created the veil and prison of Azkaban,” Harry said finally looking up.
“We’ve established that Harry,” Bart said biting into his sandwich.
“So don’t you think that Ian Dumbledore would’ve known about the phantoms?” Harry asked.
“We don’t know Harry. And we can’t ask him, because he’s long dead,” Fred said.
“But don’t you find it odd, that Ian wouldn’t pass down his knowledge of defeating the phantoms to his sons?”
“Harry the phantoms, can’t be beat. Dumbledore said they can possess anyone no matter how powerful they are,” Lavender said.
“And that’s why Voldemort is going to release them,” Harry said.
“But won’t they possess You-Know-Who, too?” Neville asked.
“They’ll have a problem doing that, especially to most of us in this room,” Harry said smiling.
Then comprehension dawned on A.C.
“Because we’re not entirely human!” We’re animagi!”
“Exactly,” Harry said.
“But how are we going to get rid of the phantoms if they are released.”
“Ian would’ve probably hidden that secret where even Voldemort wouldn’t dare go. And that’s where I must go,” Harry said with his heart racing.
“Where?” Cho asked.
But Hermione knew the answer before Harry said it, and winced at his words.
“I have to go through the veil.”
Commodore Weasely was plotting points on his charts to his destination…
The Commodore didn’t look up.
“So what do you want, Ronald? You want me to congratulate you for outsmarting your old man?” the Commodore said.
Ron smiled and looked around.
“Harry figured out you and his grandfather.”
Bartolomeo looked up.
“Bingo,” Ron said.
“Even after death, he plagues me.”
“What do you know about the Phantoms of Azkaban?”
Bartolomeo spun around.
“What did you say?”
“The Phantoms of Azkaban.”
“THAT’S WHY I TOOK THE DAGGER FROM YOU LOT!” he roared.
“As long as I had the dagger, Voldemort will never have to come after you, and take the people you love against you. With me, he has nothing to take, but my life,” Bartolomeo yelled.
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” Ron asked.
“It wasn’t any of your business.”
“There are men trapped in that veil. They need to be set free. By Harry’s hand or You-Know-Who’s,” Ron retaliated.
“But at what cost, grandson? The safety of the entire wizarding world? Not every witch and wizard are animagi!”
Ron was grasping at straws.
“Then I’ll have Harry return the dagger-”
“No good. They know he has the dagger,” Bartolomeo said.
Ron paced the room.
“What decision did our young Mister Potter reach about the dagger?” Bartolomeo asked.
“He’s working on an excess strategy,” Ron replied.
Bartolomeo looked at Ron in confusion.
“What strategy is that?”
Harry was sitting in the middle of an empty Drawing Room. He held his ring in his finger tips and closed his eyes.
Slowly the ring glowed.
“Good Evening, Harry. I’m surprised when you summon me.”
Harry opened his eyes.
Helga Hufflepuff stood before him.
“I need to ask you a question.”
“Pertaining to my gift?”
“I’m all ears.”
Harry began to pace the room.
“Do I have the ability to travel at a certain time and event if I concentrate on it.”
“Well, yes. But in order to do so, you need to be in the exact location where you need to time-travel to. Can you be more specific as to what you are seeking?” Helga asked.
“I have reason to believe that Ian Dumbledore has the knowledge of ridding phantoms.”
“Then you have to think of the most logical place where Ian Dumbledore would be to gain knowledge of the phantoms,” Helga implied.
“But what if I’m wrong. What if I trap myself in veil?”
“Then you need to find someone who can open it from the other side.”
“Only Voldemort has the blood to open it,” Harry said.
“Then you need to let him open it, and hope that whatever you are seeking behind the veil will be there,” Helga said.
Then she slowly faded away.
Harry walked down the stairs and into the living room, just as Ron apparated. Bill and Charlie were glaring at Oliver, while everyone seem ready to break off another fight.
At the sight of Harry, everyone stood up.
“I have a plan. It’s very risky. But in order for it to work, I need to do something first.”
“What do you have to do?” Ron asked
“I’ve reached a decision about the dagger.”
Everyone waited with bated breath.
“I’m giving it to Voldemort.”
The Next Morning…
Harry was in his invisibility cloak as he made his way through the ministry.
Entering the lift, he felt his heart racing. When the doors opened, he slowly walked through the Department of Mysteries. After leaving the circular room, he entered the room containing the archway. Dementors were gliding high above it. Harry noticed that all of them seem to be avoiding the veil.
His heart pounded louder and louder as he was now in front of the archway.
He knelt down, and with the hand that held his ring, he pressed it to the ground and closed his eyes.
A familiar warmth was coursing through his body. He stayed with his eyes closed, unsure if the time-travel had worked. Until…
“Forgive me Albus and Aberforth.”
Harry opened his eyes and looked up.
A young man with blonde hair and beard was crying in front of the sealed archway.
“Forgive me…” the man cried.
Harry turned and gasped.
Godric Gryffindor was running up to him. Harry saw that he was old, and yet moving with so much energy.
“It’s over Ian. I’ve sealed the archway and hidden the dagger.”
“I can’t live with myself. I have done terrible things,” Ian cried.
“Salazaar made you do those terrible things. You had no choice. He was threatening to kill your boys,” Godric reasoned.
“I CREATED THOSE MONSTERS!” he yelled pointing at the sealed archway.
“You were forced to! Salazaar used your brilliance against you! But he‘s locked away forever now,” Godric said.
Ian fell to his knees and cried.
“Go home. Go home to your sons.”
“I had to do it, Godric. Ian was the only one with enough intelligence to create them,” came a new voice.
Everyone turned to find an elderly Salazaar Slytherin walking up to them.
Ian’s and Godric’s eyes widened with shock.
Then Harry saw Godric look from the archway back to Slytherin.
“I’ve only done it once, Godric, no worries. I mean, I did create it.”
“You created the cheapest way of immortality. Who is the vessel?” Godric demanded.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“We need the dementors that Ian birthed from the darkness. And Godric, Rowena created the Patronus Charm to keep them in line,” Slytherin said.
“You made it so you can control them!” Godric said menacingly.
“NO! Slytherin can control the phantoms. The reason why he can control them is because the dementors are the phantoms offspring,” Ian stuttered.
“Slytherin, how can you stop the phantoms if they are released?” Godric asked.
“NO! Don’t leave!” Harry yelled.
But as the men left, Harry felt his body go back into the present.
His heart was racing. So the answer he needs does lie behind the veil. It was inevitable.
Mustering up all his courage, Harry walked through the veil.
Ron, A.C., Bart, Oliver, Neville, Fred, George, Bill and Charlie were listening to Dean in the Laboratory.
“So these explosives do what exactly?” Ron asked.
“They’re called Flash-Bang grenades. They blind the enemy by temporarily paralyzing the nerves that connects to the eyes. Now these glasses…”
He displayed glasses similar to Oliver’s.
“They’ll protect our eyes from the grenades?” Bart asked holding one up that was made specially for him.
They were tinted red, with lightening bolts on both ends.
“That and more. They can also see through any enchanments, invisibility cloaks, etc.” Oliver said.
Everyone sat in silence.
“Let’s suit up,” A.C. said.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Taking Dean’s invention, one by one, they all left to their rooms, leaving Ron by himself. A hand came from nowhere and took one of Dean’s glasses. He looked up to see Hermione.
She sat down close to Ron, and placed her hand on top of his. Cho was hiding behind the door, with her wand pointed at Hermione.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. Everything’s happening so fast. I can’t even find the time to process it all,” Ron said.
Cho twisted her wand, and Hermione moved closer.
Ron noticed and looked at Hermione. The feelings he had for her were slowly resurfacing.
“Hermione, what are you doing?”
Cho moved her lips, as Hermione spoke.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
Ron moved away.
“What’s going on between you and Harry?”
“He doesn’t pay attention to me anymore. He’s too focused on this war. Like I don’t exist,” Hermione said.
Ron shook her off, grabbed the glasses and walked away. Cho smiled and walked into the room.
“Hermione, are you ok?”
Hermione looked at Cho.
“How did I end up here?”
Harry opened his eyes.
He found himself lying in sand. Or what felt like sand.
He slowly stood up and looked around. There was nothing but sand that stretched down for miles. He turned around and found that there was a small forest miles down. Not caring about the sand in his hair, he slipped on his invisibility cloak, and began to walk.
As he walked, he looked at the sky. There was no clouds. But was more bizarre…no sun.
He looked straight ahead.
A phantom sped right past him. It looked partially human, it was the only thing that separated it from the dementors, beside the fact that there was no cold feeling or dread of unhappiness. The phantom appeared to be searching for something…or someone.
Harry held his robe tight to his body and quickly walked. As he did, he pulled out his mirror that Sirius gave him.
There was no response.
Sirius appeared in the mirror.
“Where are you?”
“You know where I am Harry.”
“Harry where are you?”
“You know where I am Sirius,” Harry replied.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!”
“Where are you, Sirius?”
“A cave in the forest, but Harry you didn’t answer my-”
Harry ran towards the forest.
As he ran, he saw more phantoms which appeared to be searching. Harry is guessing their looking for him.
As he entered the forest of dead trees, he finally found the cave. He entered and saw three men. One of which he was never so happy to see. He then removed his cloak.
“HARRY!” they yelled.
Sirius was the first to reach him, and grabbed him into a huge bear hug.
“What the bloody hell you’re doing here!” Sirius yelled.
“I missed you, too, Sirius.”
Aragorn was the next one to hug Harry.
“Can you explain yourself?”
“He probably will if you stop suffocating him, Aragorn,” Legolas said giving Harry a hug.
“Harry, I’m sorry. I mean you can’t go back to Hermione, or anyone else…” Sirius began.
“We’re all going back,” Harry said.
“Voldemort knows doesn’t he?” Aragorn asked.
Harry avoided the question because there was another important he had to accomplish before Voldemort opened the veil.
“Have u seen anyone else here?”
Sirius shook his head.
“No, just us three, and now you.”
“Did you see anything out of the ordinary?”
“There was something on this cave wall,” Legolas said.
He pointed at the three hand prints.
“Those are our hand prints, Legolas,” Aragorn said rolling his eyes.
They all looked up. There was a fourth hand print.
Automatically, Harry unsheathed his sword.
“Harry what’s wrong?” Aragorn said placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“He’s still here,” Harry whispered looking around the cave.
Harry turned to him.
The League of the Phoenix apparated at the front gates of the Ministry of Magic.
Two Death Eaters from Shanghai walked up to them.
“We’ve been expecting you. Hand over your wands and weapons,” one of them said in a deep accent.
“Not going to happen,” Charlie said.
“We thought you would say that,” the other said beginning to remove his wand.
Ron and A.C. apparated behind them and held their wands to their throats.
“We have twelve others that have you surrounded,” one of the Death Eaters said.
“Yeah, we know. Their a bit tied up at the moment,” Ron said before stunning him.
A.C. did the same.
“How are we supposed to know when Harry will have the information he needs?” Bart asked as he adjusted his Adidas Racer Sneakers.
“Just go along with the plan. Let’s go,” Cho said.
Everyone followed Ron and Charlie as they made their way to the Department of Mysteries.
“Why is it empty?” Hermione asked.
“Bart, when you re-coned this place, were there people around?” Oliver asked.
“Of course. There were dark wizards from around the world sliming up the place,” Bart replied looking at a map he stole.
“We know our way around the Ministry, Bart,” Bill said.
“Whoever said it was the map to the ministry.”
Harry, Sirius, Aragorn, and Legolas were feeling around the cave, looking for any evidence of a secret passage.
“Here,” Legolas called.
Everyone went over to where he was. At the bottom of the wall, was a carved snake symbol.
“Harry, if you’ll do the honors,” Aragorn said.
Harry bent down, and spoke Parseltongue.
Harry wasn’t expecting what happened next. The wall had sucked him in, and he fell into another room.
He heard Sirius, Aragorn, and Legolas yelling his name.
“I’m fine,” Harry called back.
But they continued yelling his name.
“They can’t here you.”
Harry unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the source of the voice.
The room was dark, only letting in little light. The light shined upon a man so old that Harry was surprised he even spoke. His grey beard stretched all the way pass the floor, where it reached several more feet. His yellow skin was sunken in. But his dark green eyes was unmistakenable.
The old man stared at Harry’s sword.
“How can a descendent of Godric Gryffindor have passage to my chamber?”
“You can thank your descendent for that,” Harry replied.
“May I ask how you came to be here?” Slytherin asked.
“I walked through the veil,” Harry said simply.
“You’re not afraid of death?”
“Death is but another great adventure,” Harry said remembering this from his mentor.
“Why did you walk through the veil?” Slytherin asked in amusement.
“I was looking for you,” Harry replied.
Slytherin looked surprised.
“To ask you about your two creations,” Harry answered.
Slytherin leaned back in his stone chair.
“What creations are you implying?”
“The first is something the Gryffindor said. A vessel? Can you clarify that?” Harry asked.
“You are referring to the Seven Vessels of The Horcux Lords.”
“I created a very dangerous magic. It enables the user (if they are powerful enough), to separate their soul seven times and place them into seven powerful wizards or witches.”
“Why would you do such a thing?” Harry asked.
“It has been a man’s dream to find immortality. I found a way…a very painful way. I deserve to be here.”
“So if I destroy the Seven Horcux Lords-”
“Then the original wizard will be mortal,” Slytherin finished.
The league finally made it to the room of the archway.
Voldemort was standing in front of the archway, observing it closely.
Bellatrix had Ginny with her wand to her throat. Umbridge had Mrs. Weasely on her knees, while Snape had Fleur. He seemed to be enjoy having her as a captive, because he was groping her from behind.
“YOU PILE OF SWINE!” Bill yelled removing his wand.
“DON’T” Hermione yelled.
Voldemort finally turned to his attention to the new comers. His eyes furrowed.
“We are here against his orders. He wasn’t going to come and give up the dagger. But apparently he never knows what its like to have a real family. So I stole the dagger, and giving it to you in exchange for my family,” Ron said.
“I knew that Potter couldn’t control his own group of children.”
The Death Eaters laughed heartily. Voldemort held his hand for silence.
“Alright Weasely. Your family is counting on you. Give me the dagger. And I will return them to you. No harm done.”
Ron began to slowly walk up to Voldemort. The Death Eaters waited silently. Bart inched his way towards Ginny. Bill made his way to Fleur, as Charlie went for his mother.
“You’re going to release the phantoms. Aren’t you?” Ron asked as he came close to Voldemort.
“But of course,” Voldemort said simply, outstretching his hand.
“The second thing deals with the Phantoms of Azkaban. Why did you create them? What is their purpose? How do you stop them?” Harry asked.
Slytherin folded his fingers.
“As I’m guessing, you are probably aware that it was Ian Dumbledore who created the dementors from the Dark Side. He nearly died doing so. The dementors are the phantoms offspring. You see, when a dementor sucks a human soul, it is its duty to feed the soul to its phantom.”
“Why is it their duty?” Harry asked.
“Because the phantom is the dementor’s parent. It gave birth to the dementor, and in turn the dementor must provide a soul. Every time when a phantom produces, it creates a new dementor. And that dementor alone can leave this world, and into the real world,” Slytherin explained.
“But why don’t I see dementors coming out of the ministry’s archway?” Harry asked.
Slytherin looked down as if he was ashamed.
“There are not one, but two archways.”
This made Harry’s heart almost stop.
“That’s why Gryffindor imprisoned you here. Because you created another archway.”
“Correct,” Slytherin replied.
Harry was thinking.
“How can you destroy them?”
“Ah, that power lies only within the Sorcerer of the Phoenix,” Slytherin replied.
“Where can I find him?”
“Ah, the first question, that I do not know the answer to,” Slytherin said.
A smile appeared on his face. Slytherin saw the smile and nodded.
“You’re cleverer than I thought. You know.”
“There are two archways. One created by Gryffindor, and the other created by you. He imprisoned you in this one because he knew that you would be able to escape through the other one that you created.”
“Go on,” Slytherin said.
Voldemort took the dagger. As soon as he did, Ginny, Mrs. Weasely, and Fleur were released. Bill, Charlie, and Bart took them and retreated back to the group. Ron slowly made his way down.
Everyone watched as Voldemort sliced his hand with the dagger, allowing his blood to drip onto the dagger.
He made his way to the archway.
“So in order for your descendent to release the phantoms, he would need to open the archway YOU created,” Harry said speaking quickly.
“So in conclusion,” Slytherin said motioning for Harry to finish.
“Phantoms of Azkaban, I now release you from your prison bonds!”
Voldemort stabbed the archway.
There was a reaction so powerful that it blew him off his feet as he collided with Snape.
“If Voldemort opens THIS archway, he wouldn’t be releasing the phantoms. He would be releasing-”
“You and my descendent’s enemies.”
A large ghastly howl echoed through the chamber. The wind was so strong, that everyone held onto the ground. When the winds died down. Everyone looked up.
Voldemort ran up to the archway and saw that the dagger was gone.
“Is that it, my lord?” Umbridge asked.
“Where are the phantoms?” Snaped asked.
Voldemort stared at the archway.
“Thank you Voldemort, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Voldemort turned to find Harry on the other side of the chamber with the dagger in his hand.
“What’s the meaning of this!?!” he yelled.
“He tricked us!” Bellatrix yelled.
“Hello, cousin,” came a voice.
Bellatrix froze. She saw the shocked look on Snape’s face.
She slowly turned to find herself face to face with…
“SIRIUS!” Ron yelled in joy.
Aragorn and Legolas apparated into the chamber. The league cheered loudly.
“How is this possible?” Voldemort asked in shock.
“Apparently Slytherin likes me better than you.”
And with those words, the League of the Phoenix disapparated, leaving a fully raged Voldemort alone with his now terrified Death Eaters.
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