Harry "It's Saotome" Potter Part 7
Title: Harry "It's Saotome" Potter,
Genre: Harry Potter / Ranma 1/2
Rating: I dunno, probably T or so.
Author: LassyD/Obakahime (split personality ya)
Summery: Lily Potter was not born an Evans. In fact, she wasn't even of English ancestry. So when she died, Harry was sent to her birth sister, whom had married Genma Saotome.
Ranma ½ and Harry Potter Crossover, Nothing that is recognizable belongs to me.
Chapter 23
“Today we are going to work on transfiguring teacups into saucers.” Professor McGonagall gave the class a stern look. “I want no monkeying around. Now pick up your teacup and we’ll begin shortly.”
Harry didn’t notice when the area around him cleared of other students. He was focusing on the theory from last class. He watched closely as McGonagall preformed the example. He was sure this time he could do it. Especially because the words were fairly simple to say.
Harry concentrated hard on the image of a saucer. He slowly fixed the image with his magic and pushed it out of the wand. It took some more time, but he grinned when the teacup was finally wrapped in the web. He whispered the incantation then the grin fell off of his face. The magical web suddenly slipped and deformed before adhering to the cup. The cup started growing and burning bright red. Harry ducked just in time for the loud explosion to rock the classroom. Cries of pain soon followed.
Harry popped his head from under cover to see ceramic shards all over the ceiling. Apparently his teacup managed to hit all the other students and everyone was covered in cuts and bits of ceramic. Luckily they had all been sitting as far away from him as they could and the pieces had time to loose momentum before they struck. No one was critically injured.
“Ehhhh. . . . solly” he apologized as he grabbed his rat-tail.
“HARRY!” McGonagall shouted and seemed to compose herself. “Detention this Saturday”
“But I have one with Professor Flitwick Saturday.”
“Fine Sunday.”
“Yes Professor.”
“Now go and get Madame Pomfrey and be quick about it.”
“Yes professor.” Harry turned and sped off to the infirmary. He’d long since memorized the path. This time he only got half way before he ran into Madame Pomfrey.
“How bad is it today?” The elderly matron asked with a sigh.
“The teacup blew up.” Harry said sheepishly.
“I’m beginning to think I should just come to class with you.” Harry looked down. “Never mind that,” She said as she opened the door. The woman was an immediate whirlwind healing cuts left and right. It wasn’t long before the class was put to rights again.
Harry sat back down and waited for his reprimand. Professor McGonagall walked up and held out her hand. Harry quietly handed over his wand.
“Harry,” her voice was stern, “You said that you had this mastered and wouldn’t happen again.” She motioned to the shards that were still embedded in his work bench. “I am at a loss on how to teach you. Your speech problems will hinder your every spell.”
Harry tuned out her speech while staring at the shards on the bench. He idly fixed a new image of a saucer in his mind and poked it into the shards while using his fingers to weave the net. He jumped when the shards melted and formed into a saucer. Professor McGonagall’s monologue stopped at that moment. Harry looked up, their eyes met and the professor stuttered for a moment.
“How?” She looked at Harry’s wand which was resting in her hand. Harry just shrugged he wasn’t sure if he could do it again or how he managed to get it right in the first place.
She handed the wand back.
“Try it again. Turn it back into a cup.”
The class collectively shrunk back upon hearing her command to Harry.
Unfortunately that one small success didn’t translate to very much success in general. Harry did try it again. This time without the vocalized part. He formed the web, pushed it, Saw the newly made saucer reject it.
“Duck.” He told professor McGonagall before following his own advice. There wasn’t a loud explosion this time though. Instead, there was a collective sigh of relief. He popped his head back up and saw a pile of dust where the saucer had been. Harry blinked at it for a few moments before looking at Professor McGonagall.
“You’re making progress.” She looked disappointed but resigned at the same time. Harry grinned sheepishly at her.
The end of the school year was soon upon Harry and he was excited. He’d be going back to Ranma and Genma. He spent the last couple weeks happily going between doing homework, sitting in detention, dodging Neville, having language lessons with Hermione and sparing with Rlocky.
It was the last habit that brought Harry to his current situation. He stood at the door to the third corridor looking at an insensate Rlocky.
“Lrocky?” He gently nudged the three headed dog. It didn’t move. Harry started to see red. Someone had hurt his friend. He noticed the trap door that Lrocky had always been guarding was slightly ajar. He growled softly before opening it and jumping in.
The trip down reminded Harry of some of the temples that Genma had Ranma and he raid. He stopped falling after a few seconds and floated down the rest of the way. No point in breaking something. He stopped just before some sort of blockage. It was too dim to see what it was exactly, but he could tell it was plantlike.
Saying a quiet thank you to the kami that he could successfully cast the light charm he held up his wand and soon bright light filled the area. He could see the Devil’s snare shrink back from the light. He noticed a burnt patch on the way though and his blood started to boil. Whoever hurt Rlocky would pay.
He trudged though a sloping passageway and soon found himself in a room with a locked door, four brooms and a bunch of flying things. Harry went to the door and pulled his lock-picks out of his rat-tail. A few moments where he had to play with the magic webbing over the door and it clicked open.
This room held a giant chess set, that seemed to have had a game already played. Harry passed through without problem. As he passed through the next doorway he was hit with a putrid smell. It reminded him of the troll at Halloween. He looked around and noticed one unconscious on the floor.
This made him pause. Whoever hurt Rlocky was strong enough to knock out the Troll. He remembered the burnt Devil’s Snare and the helpless form of his friend. His anger flared again and determination set in. He walked into the next room only to jump when purple flames sprouted up behind him. In front of him stood a table with seven bottles across it. To the right was a door with black flames sprouting from the bottom.
Harry walked over to the black flames. Their heat was intense, but not abnormally so. Harry quickly brushed a hand across the flames and smiled. Just like a normal fire. If you move fast enough, you won’t get burnt. Harry prepared him self and sprung through the wall of flame.
He stopped to find himself in a fairly cavernous chamber. Its sole occupants were Professor Quirrell and that cursed mirror he’d found during the Christmas holidays. Professor Quirrell was looking into the mirror, waving his wand around and chanting softly.
“Professor Quirrell, for what you’ve done to Rlocky you will pay.” Harry growled at the man before coming at him with a flying kick. The professor turned quickly and sent a stunner at Harry. He quickly dodged and connected. Quirrell flew into the mirror with a loud thunk.
“What are you doing boy?” an eery voice demanded and Harry felt a sharp pain in his head.
“You hurt Rlocky.” Harry repeated as if it was obvious.
Quirrell quickly got up and started casting more spells which Harry nimbly dodged. Moving in for a good strike every once in a while.
“Who is Rocky?” Quirrell asked while tossing everything he could think of at the elusive boy.
“No Rlocky.” Harry corrected him, “and he’s my friend.” Harry got another jab in to the ribs.
The eery voice spoke again, “Let me talk to the boy.”
Quirrell gave the best grunt of assent he could and started to take off his turban while dodging the attacking boy. He wasn’t very good at it. As soon as the turban was off he turned his back on Harry.
Harry took the advantage but was stopped by pain in his forehead again. There was a sickly green cloud around Quirrell’s head and it seemed to explode when the turban came off. Harry could barely see a wraith like face on the back of the professor’s head. Now he knew he was dealing with a ghost as well. Harry smiled and pulled a small charm out of his pocket, wrapped it around his fist, ignored what the wraith was saying and slammed his fist into the back of the professor’s head with all his might.
It was at that point all hell broke loose. Harry wasn’t sure exactly what happened except for when he connected he felt gut wrenching pain in his head and he heard screaming. He wasn’t sure if it was his or the ghost-being’s. There was a loud crashing noise, the sound of a falling body and then blackness as the pain became too much.
Chapter 24 / Epilogue.
The Headmaster’s office was a flutter with teachers.
“Calm down everyone. We need to start the meeting.” Albus glanced over the crowd as they quieted. “We’re here to discuss the problem children. First off we’ll start with Neville Longbottem. How is the boy doing?”
Professor McGonagall stood up.
“The boy has progressed nicely and although at the bottom of his class he has shown an adequate talent in Transfiguration.”
She sat back down and Professor Flitwick stood.
“I agree. He has improved enough that he should stay.”
Professor Snape sneered and didn’t stand.
“His potions are dismal. If it weren’t for the fact that he can’t be dropped for just one class I should like to put him out on his ear.”
Professor Sprout glared at Professor Snape.
“Neville is wonderfully talented in herbology and I hear he’s decent in astronomy as well.”
Professor Sinistra nodded her assent.
“Well then, He’ll stay. Next, Wayne Hopkins,”
The professors spent a couple minutes discussing various first years whom were having trouble with classes.
“Finally,” Professor Dumbledore sighed softly before continuing, “Harry Potter.”
Professor McGonagall was the first one up.
“You can’t seriously be thinking of keeping him here. He’s unfit for our teaching methods. He can’t even say the words properly.”
Professor Flitwick nodded and voiced his agreement with Professor McGonagall.
Professor Dumbledore frowned.
“We must keep him in the school. Is there any way you can work with him?”
A round of stunned faces followed the pronouncement.
“What will the board of governors say. We shouldn’t be keeping on a child that can’t practice magic.”
“Ahh but he can.” Dumbledore responded to random teacher number B with a twinkle in his eye. “We’ve all seen him do it. It’s not that he doesn’t have magic. The problem is teaching him how to use it, and that is our job.”
“I’d say it’s favoritism because he’s the boy who lived.” Professor Snape snorted.
“Albus, you seem very insistent on this boy staying. Why?” Professor Kettleburn asked.
Professor Dumbledore sighed before placing an additional silencing and anti-spying charm on the room.
“You must give a wizard’s oath that what I tell you will not leave this room.”
A stunned silence followed the proclamation. It took a few more moments before all of the teachers made the vow.
“There is a prophesy that was made in 1979 pertaining to the Dark Lord.” He paused. “You also know that I do not believe him to be dead.”
The professors urged Dumbledore on.
“I take a great risk showing this to all of you, but in order to keep Harry here risks must be taken.” He turned and pulled his pensive out of its resting place, placed it on the table, and drew a memory from himself to place it in the pensive.
Seconds passed before the ghostly image of a younger Trelawney appeared over the liquid.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...”
The office was immediately filled with a din. All of the professors demanding answers to different questions. Only two of the professors were quiet. Professor Snape sat with his fingers steepled by his face and Professor Trelawney sat staring at the pensive with a look of shock.
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Harry woke with the worst headache he could ever remember having. It was even worse than the time Ranma and he had gotten into Genma’s sake.
Harry threw his thoughts to the last thing he could remember. He remembered Quirrell standing in front of a mirror. The man had hurt Rlocky and Harry had to make him pay for it. There was a . . . something.
Harry couldn’t remember. He remembered there had been a fight and Quirrell wasn’t very good. Then . . . Something green?
Harry tried to calm down. He took slow deep breaths and centered himself before trying again.
There had been something green on the back of Quirrell’s head. It was ghost like. Harry was sure that he had pulled out his Omamori. He had gotten it at Kinkakuji a long time ago as protection against spirits. The charm had worked for him in the past so what went wrong this time? Something had to have gone wrong or he wouldn’t be laid up right now. He frowned at this and winced when the movement made his head throb some more.
“Ahh Harry you’re awake I see.”
The voice stabbed though his head and Harry wanted to murder whoever it belonged to. Or at least rip out their voice box. The only problem with that plan was that he’d have to open his eyes first and Harry was positive that would be a bad idea.
Harry felt a soothing presence moments before soft hands held a cup to his lips and a soothing voice that he had trouble placing spoke.
“Albus I will not have you interrupting my patient’s rest.”
Soon a minty liquid ran into his mouth and Harry felt his headache receding. He opened his eyes tentatively and noticed Madam Pomfrey glaring at Professor Dumbledore. He smirked internally.
“Harry, my boy, I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
Madame Pomfrey sighed before giving in.
“Remember Albus he shouldn’t get too excited.”
Harry just waited while professor Dumbledore agreed and Madame Pomfrey went to her office.
“Now Harry,” Professor Dumbledore smiled before continuing. “I went to the ministry and immediately returned due to a sense of foreboding. When I arrived I found you next to the shattered remains of the Mirror of Erised and a dusty pile of clothing.”
Harry frowned. What happened after he was knocked out.
“What happened to . . .” Harry paused as he tried to remember the name Hagrid had called Rlocky.
“Don’t worry, the stone has been destroyed.” Professor Dumbledore said soothingly. Harry continued to frown.
“No not that. Is . . .” Harry couldn’t remember the name, but didn’t want say Rlocky because he knew Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t know whom he was talking about. “Is he going to be alright?”
Professor Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Nicholas will be just fine. He and I had a little chat and agreed that the destruction of the stone is all for the best.”
Harry held back a soft growl and looked at his hands. The right one was wrapped in a bandage. Seeing the bandage must have been a cue because his hand started hurting. He pushed the pain aside.
“No, I mean Rlocky, My friend. Is he OK?”
“Who?” Professor Dumbledore looked confused.
“Rlocky.” Harry sighed, “Professor Quirrell hurt him. When I found him he was unconscious and I couldn’t wake him up.” Harry couldn’t help himself, he could feel tears threatening to show in his eyes. He would be a man and hold it in, but it was hard. There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence before Professor Dumbledore answered.
“Fluffy is going to be fine. He was just sleeping.” Harry felt an immediate sense of relief.
“Why couldn’t I wake him up?” He returned his gaze to the headmaster.
“Music soothes him and as long as music plays, he will sleep. He is a magical dog after all.”
It took moments before Harry realized that he had wreaked vengeance on a man who hadn’t really hurt his friend. He blushed slightly and unconsciously reached for his rattail.
“AieE. Ita”
Harry clutched his bandaged hand while glaring at the amused visage of the headmaster.
“When am I going back to China?” A quick change of subject was always good at avoiding embarrassment.
“It will take us at least two weeks from end of term to cast all the tracking charms and find your cousin.”
“Where will I be until then?”
“We will get you a room at the Leaky Cauldron, You can get all of your supplies for next year but the Defense book as we don’t know which books will be in the curriculum. Professor Quirrell seems to have gone missing.”
Harry nodded but didn’t say anything more. Harry glanced about the room and noticed a pile of boxes and plastic wrapped candy on his bedside table. An eyebrow shot up without his consent and he looked back at Professor Dumbledore.
“What happened down there is a topic of discussion throughout the school.” The headmaster gestured to the pile. “Although I would like to know what really happened down there and where one of my professors is.”
Harry just shrugged in response.
“Harry it’s important that I know. As your headmaster I must insist you tell me.”
“I don’t know what happened to him Professor Dumbledore.” Harry shrugged slightly again, “we were fighting and then I went unconscious. I don’t know what happened after that.”
Professor Dumbledore gave Harry a look that said this conversation would be brought up at a later date.
“Then I shall let you get your rest.”
Harry grunted in agreement and fell back to sleep.
Ok, Here’s the end of Year one. It’s a nice ending, a good ending, Or at least I think it is. I know you’ve got questions on what was with the deal with the easy tasks and such. Remember in Book one, They waited until after curfew to follow Quirrell. Here Harry was basically on the man’s tail, so the Chess board hadn’t been reset and the key lock was also weak from having just had the right key open the door. So, easier.
Before you yell at me about it being Harry’s mother’s love that stopped Quirrell and not some Shinto charm. You’re right, The charm just helped, but as it incinerated upon the attempt burning poor Harry’s hand. It never could have been enough by itself. Also the mother’s love wasn’t enough by itself either. Remember in the book Professor Dumbledore had to pull Quirrell off of Harry. So Here the combination was strong enough to eliminate the threat.
Because Harry went in alone and Quirrell went Mr. Dusty before DD got there, No one knows what happened in the chamber. So now there are wild theories circulating, but no facts.
Genre: Harry Potter / Ranma 1/2
Rating: I dunno, probably T or so.
Author: LassyD/Obakahime (split personality ya)
Summery: Lily Potter was not born an Evans. In fact, she wasn't even of English ancestry. So when she died, Harry was sent to her birth sister, whom had married Genma Saotome.
Ranma ½ and Harry Potter Crossover, Nothing that is recognizable belongs to me.
Chapter 23
“Today we are going to work on transfiguring teacups into saucers.” Professor McGonagall gave the class a stern look. “I want no monkeying around. Now pick up your teacup and we’ll begin shortly.”
Harry didn’t notice when the area around him cleared of other students. He was focusing on the theory from last class. He watched closely as McGonagall preformed the example. He was sure this time he could do it. Especially because the words were fairly simple to say.
Harry concentrated hard on the image of a saucer. He slowly fixed the image with his magic and pushed it out of the wand. It took some more time, but he grinned when the teacup was finally wrapped in the web. He whispered the incantation then the grin fell off of his face. The magical web suddenly slipped and deformed before adhering to the cup. The cup started growing and burning bright red. Harry ducked just in time for the loud explosion to rock the classroom. Cries of pain soon followed.
Harry popped his head from under cover to see ceramic shards all over the ceiling. Apparently his teacup managed to hit all the other students and everyone was covered in cuts and bits of ceramic. Luckily they had all been sitting as far away from him as they could and the pieces had time to loose momentum before they struck. No one was critically injured.
“Ehhhh. . . . solly” he apologized as he grabbed his rat-tail.
“HARRY!” McGonagall shouted and seemed to compose herself. “Detention this Saturday”
“But I have one with Professor Flitwick Saturday.”
“Fine Sunday.”
“Yes Professor.”
“Now go and get Madame Pomfrey and be quick about it.”
“Yes professor.” Harry turned and sped off to the infirmary. He’d long since memorized the path. This time he only got half way before he ran into Madame Pomfrey.
“How bad is it today?” The elderly matron asked with a sigh.
“The teacup blew up.” Harry said sheepishly.
“I’m beginning to think I should just come to class with you.” Harry looked down. “Never mind that,” She said as she opened the door. The woman was an immediate whirlwind healing cuts left and right. It wasn’t long before the class was put to rights again.
Harry sat back down and waited for his reprimand. Professor McGonagall walked up and held out her hand. Harry quietly handed over his wand.
“Harry,” her voice was stern, “You said that you had this mastered and wouldn’t happen again.” She motioned to the shards that were still embedded in his work bench. “I am at a loss on how to teach you. Your speech problems will hinder your every spell.”
Harry tuned out her speech while staring at the shards on the bench. He idly fixed a new image of a saucer in his mind and poked it into the shards while using his fingers to weave the net. He jumped when the shards melted and formed into a saucer. Professor McGonagall’s monologue stopped at that moment. Harry looked up, their eyes met and the professor stuttered for a moment.
“How?” She looked at Harry’s wand which was resting in her hand. Harry just shrugged he wasn’t sure if he could do it again or how he managed to get it right in the first place.
She handed the wand back.
“Try it again. Turn it back into a cup.”
The class collectively shrunk back upon hearing her command to Harry.
Unfortunately that one small success didn’t translate to very much success in general. Harry did try it again. This time without the vocalized part. He formed the web, pushed it, Saw the newly made saucer reject it.
“Duck.” He told professor McGonagall before following his own advice. There wasn’t a loud explosion this time though. Instead, there was a collective sigh of relief. He popped his head back up and saw a pile of dust where the saucer had been. Harry blinked at it for a few moments before looking at Professor McGonagall.
“You’re making progress.” She looked disappointed but resigned at the same time. Harry grinned sheepishly at her.
The end of the school year was soon upon Harry and he was excited. He’d be going back to Ranma and Genma. He spent the last couple weeks happily going between doing homework, sitting in detention, dodging Neville, having language lessons with Hermione and sparing with Rlocky.
It was the last habit that brought Harry to his current situation. He stood at the door to the third corridor looking at an insensate Rlocky.
“Lrocky?” He gently nudged the three headed dog. It didn’t move. Harry started to see red. Someone had hurt his friend. He noticed the trap door that Lrocky had always been guarding was slightly ajar. He growled softly before opening it and jumping in.
The trip down reminded Harry of some of the temples that Genma had Ranma and he raid. He stopped falling after a few seconds and floated down the rest of the way. No point in breaking something. He stopped just before some sort of blockage. It was too dim to see what it was exactly, but he could tell it was plantlike.
Saying a quiet thank you to the kami that he could successfully cast the light charm he held up his wand and soon bright light filled the area. He could see the Devil’s snare shrink back from the light. He noticed a burnt patch on the way though and his blood started to boil. Whoever hurt Rlocky would pay.
He trudged though a sloping passageway and soon found himself in a room with a locked door, four brooms and a bunch of flying things. Harry went to the door and pulled his lock-picks out of his rat-tail. A few moments where he had to play with the magic webbing over the door and it clicked open.
This room held a giant chess set, that seemed to have had a game already played. Harry passed through without problem. As he passed through the next doorway he was hit with a putrid smell. It reminded him of the troll at Halloween. He looked around and noticed one unconscious on the floor.
This made him pause. Whoever hurt Rlocky was strong enough to knock out the Troll. He remembered the burnt Devil’s Snare and the helpless form of his friend. His anger flared again and determination set in. He walked into the next room only to jump when purple flames sprouted up behind him. In front of him stood a table with seven bottles across it. To the right was a door with black flames sprouting from the bottom.
Harry walked over to the black flames. Their heat was intense, but not abnormally so. Harry quickly brushed a hand across the flames and smiled. Just like a normal fire. If you move fast enough, you won’t get burnt. Harry prepared him self and sprung through the wall of flame.
He stopped to find himself in a fairly cavernous chamber. Its sole occupants were Professor Quirrell and that cursed mirror he’d found during the Christmas holidays. Professor Quirrell was looking into the mirror, waving his wand around and chanting softly.
“Professor Quirrell, for what you’ve done to Rlocky you will pay.” Harry growled at the man before coming at him with a flying kick. The professor turned quickly and sent a stunner at Harry. He quickly dodged and connected. Quirrell flew into the mirror with a loud thunk.
“What are you doing boy?” an eery voice demanded and Harry felt a sharp pain in his head.
“You hurt Rlocky.” Harry repeated as if it was obvious.
Quirrell quickly got up and started casting more spells which Harry nimbly dodged. Moving in for a good strike every once in a while.
“Who is Rocky?” Quirrell asked while tossing everything he could think of at the elusive boy.
“No Rlocky.” Harry corrected him, “and he’s my friend.” Harry got another jab in to the ribs.
The eery voice spoke again, “Let me talk to the boy.”
Quirrell gave the best grunt of assent he could and started to take off his turban while dodging the attacking boy. He wasn’t very good at it. As soon as the turban was off he turned his back on Harry.
Harry took the advantage but was stopped by pain in his forehead again. There was a sickly green cloud around Quirrell’s head and it seemed to explode when the turban came off. Harry could barely see a wraith like face on the back of the professor’s head. Now he knew he was dealing with a ghost as well. Harry smiled and pulled a small charm out of his pocket, wrapped it around his fist, ignored what the wraith was saying and slammed his fist into the back of the professor’s head with all his might.
It was at that point all hell broke loose. Harry wasn’t sure exactly what happened except for when he connected he felt gut wrenching pain in his head and he heard screaming. He wasn’t sure if it was his or the ghost-being’s. There was a loud crashing noise, the sound of a falling body and then blackness as the pain became too much.
Chapter 24 / Epilogue.
The Headmaster’s office was a flutter with teachers.
“Calm down everyone. We need to start the meeting.” Albus glanced over the crowd as they quieted. “We’re here to discuss the problem children. First off we’ll start with Neville Longbottem. How is the boy doing?”
Professor McGonagall stood up.
“The boy has progressed nicely and although at the bottom of his class he has shown an adequate talent in Transfiguration.”
She sat back down and Professor Flitwick stood.
“I agree. He has improved enough that he should stay.”
Professor Snape sneered and didn’t stand.
“His potions are dismal. If it weren’t for the fact that he can’t be dropped for just one class I should like to put him out on his ear.”
Professor Sprout glared at Professor Snape.
“Neville is wonderfully talented in herbology and I hear he’s decent in astronomy as well.”
Professor Sinistra nodded her assent.
“Well then, He’ll stay. Next, Wayne Hopkins,”
The professors spent a couple minutes discussing various first years whom were having trouble with classes.
“Finally,” Professor Dumbledore sighed softly before continuing, “Harry Potter.”
Professor McGonagall was the first one up.
“You can’t seriously be thinking of keeping him here. He’s unfit for our teaching methods. He can’t even say the words properly.”
Professor Flitwick nodded and voiced his agreement with Professor McGonagall.
Professor Dumbledore frowned.
“We must keep him in the school. Is there any way you can work with him?”
A round of stunned faces followed the pronouncement.
“What will the board of governors say. We shouldn’t be keeping on a child that can’t practice magic.”
“Ahh but he can.” Dumbledore responded to random teacher number B with a twinkle in his eye. “We’ve all seen him do it. It’s not that he doesn’t have magic. The problem is teaching him how to use it, and that is our job.”
“I’d say it’s favoritism because he’s the boy who lived.” Professor Snape snorted.
“Albus, you seem very insistent on this boy staying. Why?” Professor Kettleburn asked.
Professor Dumbledore sighed before placing an additional silencing and anti-spying charm on the room.
“You must give a wizard’s oath that what I tell you will not leave this room.”
A stunned silence followed the proclamation. It took a few more moments before all of the teachers made the vow.
“There is a prophesy that was made in 1979 pertaining to the Dark Lord.” He paused. “You also know that I do not believe him to be dead.”
The professors urged Dumbledore on.
“I take a great risk showing this to all of you, but in order to keep Harry here risks must be taken.” He turned and pulled his pensive out of its resting place, placed it on the table, and drew a memory from himself to place it in the pensive.
Seconds passed before the ghostly image of a younger Trelawney appeared over the liquid.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...”
The office was immediately filled with a din. All of the professors demanding answers to different questions. Only two of the professors were quiet. Professor Snape sat with his fingers steepled by his face and Professor Trelawney sat staring at the pensive with a look of shock.
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Harry woke with the worst headache he could ever remember having. It was even worse than the time Ranma and he had gotten into Genma’s sake.
Harry threw his thoughts to the last thing he could remember. He remembered Quirrell standing in front of a mirror. The man had hurt Rlocky and Harry had to make him pay for it. There was a . . . something.
Harry couldn’t remember. He remembered there had been a fight and Quirrell wasn’t very good. Then . . . Something green?
Harry tried to calm down. He took slow deep breaths and centered himself before trying again.
There had been something green on the back of Quirrell’s head. It was ghost like. Harry was sure that he had pulled out his Omamori. He had gotten it at Kinkakuji a long time ago as protection against spirits. The charm had worked for him in the past so what went wrong this time? Something had to have gone wrong or he wouldn’t be laid up right now. He frowned at this and winced when the movement made his head throb some more.
“Ahh Harry you’re awake I see.”
The voice stabbed though his head and Harry wanted to murder whoever it belonged to. Or at least rip out their voice box. The only problem with that plan was that he’d have to open his eyes first and Harry was positive that would be a bad idea.
Harry felt a soothing presence moments before soft hands held a cup to his lips and a soothing voice that he had trouble placing spoke.
“Albus I will not have you interrupting my patient’s rest.”
Soon a minty liquid ran into his mouth and Harry felt his headache receding. He opened his eyes tentatively and noticed Madam Pomfrey glaring at Professor Dumbledore. He smirked internally.
“Harry, my boy, I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
Madame Pomfrey sighed before giving in.
“Remember Albus he shouldn’t get too excited.”
Harry just waited while professor Dumbledore agreed and Madame Pomfrey went to her office.
“Now Harry,” Professor Dumbledore smiled before continuing. “I went to the ministry and immediately returned due to a sense of foreboding. When I arrived I found you next to the shattered remains of the Mirror of Erised and a dusty pile of clothing.”
Harry frowned. What happened after he was knocked out.
“What happened to . . .” Harry paused as he tried to remember the name Hagrid had called Rlocky.
“Don’t worry, the stone has been destroyed.” Professor Dumbledore said soothingly. Harry continued to frown.
“No not that. Is . . .” Harry couldn’t remember the name, but didn’t want say Rlocky because he knew Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t know whom he was talking about. “Is he going to be alright?”
Professor Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Nicholas will be just fine. He and I had a little chat and agreed that the destruction of the stone is all for the best.”
Harry held back a soft growl and looked at his hands. The right one was wrapped in a bandage. Seeing the bandage must have been a cue because his hand started hurting. He pushed the pain aside.
“No, I mean Rlocky, My friend. Is he OK?”
“Who?” Professor Dumbledore looked confused.
“Rlocky.” Harry sighed, “Professor Quirrell hurt him. When I found him he was unconscious and I couldn’t wake him up.” Harry couldn’t help himself, he could feel tears threatening to show in his eyes. He would be a man and hold it in, but it was hard. There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence before Professor Dumbledore answered.
“Fluffy is going to be fine. He was just sleeping.” Harry felt an immediate sense of relief.
“Why couldn’t I wake him up?” He returned his gaze to the headmaster.
“Music soothes him and as long as music plays, he will sleep. He is a magical dog after all.”
It took moments before Harry realized that he had wreaked vengeance on a man who hadn’t really hurt his friend. He blushed slightly and unconsciously reached for his rattail.
“AieE. Ita”
Harry clutched his bandaged hand while glaring at the amused visage of the headmaster.
“When am I going back to China?” A quick change of subject was always good at avoiding embarrassment.
“It will take us at least two weeks from end of term to cast all the tracking charms and find your cousin.”
“Where will I be until then?”
“We will get you a room at the Leaky Cauldron, You can get all of your supplies for next year but the Defense book as we don’t know which books will be in the curriculum. Professor Quirrell seems to have gone missing.”
Harry nodded but didn’t say anything more. Harry glanced about the room and noticed a pile of boxes and plastic wrapped candy on his bedside table. An eyebrow shot up without his consent and he looked back at Professor Dumbledore.
“What happened down there is a topic of discussion throughout the school.” The headmaster gestured to the pile. “Although I would like to know what really happened down there and where one of my professors is.”
Harry just shrugged in response.
“Harry it’s important that I know. As your headmaster I must insist you tell me.”
“I don’t know what happened to him Professor Dumbledore.” Harry shrugged slightly again, “we were fighting and then I went unconscious. I don’t know what happened after that.”
Professor Dumbledore gave Harry a look that said this conversation would be brought up at a later date.
“Then I shall let you get your rest.”
Harry grunted in agreement and fell back to sleep.
Ok, Here’s the end of Year one. It’s a nice ending, a good ending, Or at least I think it is. I know you’ve got questions on what was with the deal with the easy tasks and such. Remember in Book one, They waited until after curfew to follow Quirrell. Here Harry was basically on the man’s tail, so the Chess board hadn’t been reset and the key lock was also weak from having just had the right key open the door. So, easier.
Before you yell at me about it being Harry’s mother’s love that stopped Quirrell and not some Shinto charm. You’re right, The charm just helped, but as it incinerated upon the attempt burning poor Harry’s hand. It never could have been enough by itself. Also the mother’s love wasn’t enough by itself either. Remember in the book Professor Dumbledore had to pull Quirrell off of Harry. So Here the combination was strong enough to eliminate the threat.
Because Harry went in alone and Quirrell went Mr. Dusty before DD got there, No one knows what happened in the chamber. So now there are wild theories circulating, but no facts.