Post by LassyD on Oct 20, 2005 20:28:31 GMT -5
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“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.
Oh And I’m not going to start year two for a while, I want to participate in National Novel Writing Month, Which is in November. So I won’t be working on fan fiction for that month. I also want to get more of A different Home done. So that will be my next finishing project for the while.
“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.
Oh And I’m not going to start year two for a while, I want to participate in National Novel Writing Month, Which is in November. So I won’t be working on fan fiction for that month. I also want to get more of A different Home done. So that will be my next finishing project for the while.