I STILL NEED A BETA PEOPLE SO I'M SORRY BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO EXCUSE THE BAD SPELLING AND GRAMMA!
Okay now I'm over then this chapter is really just Dumbles babble ( almost 5 word pages of it. The next chapter is Harry's B'Day I was going to put the two together but I haven't finished typing up the B'Day scene and it's already 6 pages which would make the chapter huge according to my chapters. And the only relation they really have is Harry is still in the Hospital wing.
Neway here we go and please DON'T forget to leave a message in that box at the end of the page.
Chapter 10 - More Explanations!
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Harry sat up with a start only mildly surprised to find himself in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. It was a sensation he had grown used to over the years; somehow knowing the feeling of suppressed pain and forced sleep. It was also the only time he awoke without the feeling of trepidation that followed the end of his dreams.
//What the hell?// he asked him self //I don't even remember doing anything this time.//
Slowly Harry turned his head to try and find some answers but almost instantly found his vision clouded by a stunningly beautiful girl with long brown hair pulling him into a tight embrace.
Stunned Harry gently returned the hug as things began drifting back to him.
Sirius…
Mr Olivander…
Their new wands…
Hermione glowing…
A warm tingle…
White light…
Questions…
No answers…
//Who am I? Whom do I serve?// Harry mentally repeated the question to himself before a soft voice disturbed him.
"What?" the girl in his arms asked pulling back slightly a soft fire dancing in her eyes.
Suddenly it hit Harry who the girl was. There was only one person alive who had fire like that.
"Mione?" he whispered, "What are you doing here? Where's everyone else? What happened?" Harry asked the questions slowly but they still seemed to come out at once.
Suddenly Hermione sat bolt upright her loose tan brown skirt and simple red top catching the sun as she did. With the sun dancing across her cloths and skin Harry felt himself become aware of just how low her chosen top fell, and of the tingling feeling that was left in his arms, smiling Harry brushed off the queasy feeling as the aftermath of whatever had landed him is the hospital wing in the first place.
As she bean to speak Harry found his attention drawn back to her perfect face, "Dumbledore! I need to let him know you're awake!" with that she turned around and snatched a crimson feather from the bedside table a look of pure concentration lacing her beautiful face.
Harry gasped as just before the feather burst into fire in her hand and disappeared not leaving a single trace a feeling of magic coursed through his body and a tingle formed in his fingers. It took a minute before he realised that it was one of Fawks's feathers.
"Hermione what is going on?" Harry asked after a moment, his voice slow with determination as she sat on the side of his bed.
"You were hit by lightening, well kind of. It was like the ghost of lightening. It surrounded you and then you passed out. We went to bring you here but before we could Padfoot grabbed you and opened up the hidden passage, he ran all the way here. By the time we got here you were lying on a bed and he was sitting next to you while Madame Pomfrey fussed."
"He was going crazy but Dumbledore wouldn't let him change back until Madame Pomfrey and Mr Olivander left." Briefly Harry thought that she had stopped her rant only to be proven wrong when she continued at a faster pace then ever. Smiling he took one of her hands in his own holding on to it tightly.
"Anyway everyone's been so worried. You've been out of it for two days. You kept going into a seizure and screaming, twice you nearly burnt up, Madame Pomfrey was throwing a fit because she couldn't do anything. And this morning your scar started bleeding. By the time we stopped it and cleaned it up and… oh Harry." Before Harry could stop her Hermione had thrown her arms around his neck and was giving him a hug to rival that of Mrs Weasleys.
"Mione. Calm down." Harry said in a reassuring way gently returning her embrace before holding her at arms length so he could look at her, "What happened?"
"Harry no one can explain it. But when Dumbledore saw it he kind of froze and before anyone could say something he walked out of the room. He looked scared Harry… really scared." Hermione's voice had started to rise and Harry was sure that the room had dropped a couple of degrees in temperature, however what surprised him the most was the glistening of tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Scared of what?" Harry asked gently wiping the tears from her eyes.
It took a long time before Hermione answered his question, when at last she did her voice was barely above a whisper. "You…" slowly she picked up the mirror that was next to the bed and gave it to Harry.
Curiously he took it and glanced at his reflection. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong his eyes caught sight of something that had never been there before. Quickly Harry's eyes snapped back to the mirror, one hand sweeping away the ebony bangs that covered his scar.
As Harry sat in shock at the sight before him he felt a small gasp escape his lips. The scar he had grown up with for the last fifteen years had changed.
Where before there was a thin mark there were now two side by side identical marks that were joined at each end enclosing a small lightening bolt of unmarred flesh.
Before Harry could say anything however the door suddenly swung open and Dumbledore and Sirius Black walked in. Quickly Harry dropped the mirror and smiled up at his two friends.
Before he could say anything though he found himself in yet another tight embrace. After only a moment Harry was released to find himself looking at the smiling face of his godfather.
Finally Albus Dumbledore stepped forward after exchanging a few words with a very flustered Madame Pomfrey. A moment later however Madame Pomfrey stormed from the room after pressing a small vial into Dumbledore's hands
"Harry it's good to see you awake at last. Everyone has been concerned about your well being. Ms Granger refused to leave until you were awake. Poppy was quite flustered when her lessons were held in here."
At this Harry's head snapped around to look at a now furiously blushing Hermione. She gave him a shy smile that he returned, a mutual understanding reached. Finally Harry turned his attention back to the headmaster of Hogwarts and he asked the one question that was hardest to answer.
"What happened?"
After what seemed like eternity Dumbledore finally spoke, "I'll tell you what I can Harry, but please understand I myself am still unsure about the details." With that said he gave a casual wave of his wand and three comfortable chairs appeared beside Harry's bed.
Harry watched as Sirius and Dumbledore sat down both turning to look at Hermione expecting her to follow their lead. Curious Harry too turned his attention to Hermione to find her looking at the chair to him and back again. This continued for a moment before she focused all her attention on the offending chair.
Harry felt his body tingle; it was slow at first starting in his fingers but quickly spreading to encompass his whole body. Then when he felt the tingle turn into a consuming pulse the chair which had been the focus of Hermione's attention burst into flame.
Smiling Hermione turned her attention back to Harry and crawled into a sitting position by his side resting one arm across his chest.
Once comfortable she turned her attention expectantly to Dumbledore, who smiled at her antics while a very confused Sirius glanced back and forth between the three of them.
"Harry first can you please tell me everything you remember from when Mr Olivander gave you your wand." Dumbledore asked leaning forward slightly in his seat.
"Not much actually," Harry paused for a moment gathering his thoughts. "It felt like I was only out for a few minutes, when I took the wand my body tingled. Suddenly I was flushed with warmth. Then I just remember this white, it was like nothing I've ever seen before, just this pure dazzling white light. But sir why does this matter?" Harry asked slightly confused.
"Harry as I'm sure you realize by now you are extremely powerful. The wand you received a few days ago is deeply connected to that power and to you. The remains of your parents' wands carry their love for you in them and hence you are constantly connected with that love. Love Harry, is extremely powerful for you as I explained before." Here Dumbledore paused.
"However the very basis for your power is because you are connected to Godric and Kyp. Harry you must understand Godric Gryfidor was the most powerful wizard ever know to exist. As a result of that every person who shares his blood has that power however you are special, because of your relation to Kyp Durron this power has become amplified and activated. But because of the sacrifice your parents made your power was once again increased. That in itself is reason enough for every wizard on this planet to fear you."
As Dumbledore continued it either escaped his knowledge or he ignored the fact that he was the only one with some sense of calm remaining. Hermione was almost jumping up and down and she was clutching Harry's hand so tightly blood had been drawn. Harry him self was too wrapped up in the story to feel the cuts on his hand, the air around the pair was crackling with happiness and power that begged to be used. As for Sirius he was listening, as he hadn't done since studying for animagus transformations, the gleam from his younger days starting to make it's way into his eyes.
"Harry you must understand no one knows where Kyp Durron and his wife came from, one day they turned up at the castle and Godric instantly befriended Kyp. It was rumored that for his kind Kyp was the most powerful they had seen for many years. His actual power remains to this day a secret."
"As it so happens when Kyp's wife gave birth to twins it was foretold that if ever the two families were to join they would result in a power capable of destroying the entire world. Fearful that the power might be used for evil the Durrons left the wirzarding world and the families decided that never should their blood be mixed. For hundreds of years the Durron blood never again set foot in the wizarding world. Until a young girl called Lilly Evans came to Hogwarts. There she met a pureblood by the name of James Potter the very descendant of Godric Gryfindor. While they became friends almost right away it took several years before they fell in love but they did and at last the blood of Gryfindor and Durron was mixed."
Dumbledore continued to speak, the only hint that he found the conversation even mildly interesting was the tiny beginnings of a smile that tugged at his mouth.
"But alas I have yet to answer you question. You see Harry when you came into contact with a wand so deeply connected with your power and your… past. The power that for so long has been resting just under the surface of your body was finally allowed access to your body resulting in you consciences mind being jerked out of this reality." Dumbledore stopped talking for a moment as Sirius pulled a small mirror from his pocket and mumbled something to the glowing surface. Almost instantly a look of shock overcame his face and he rose.
"I'm sorry Albus but please excuse me for a moment, Remus needs a word."
Dumbledore looked curiously at the man before him for a moment, "I trust you will keep me advised." Was all he said as Sirius left the room.
Harry followed Sirius with his eyes for only a moment before he returned his attention to Dumbledore, "But sir I still do not understand why this wand is so connected to me."
"The love that binds you and your parents together gives you strength and an ancient type of power that is still the cause of many questions today. The remains of their wands were included in your wand because they offer you a deeper connection to your parents. The phoenix core I'm sure you understand. As for the other two well they are connected to the very source of your power. Now if you excuse me I really must check on the new developments."
It wasn't until several minutes after Dumbledore left that Harry realized he was no closer to understanding what had happened.
Before he could really consider this though Hermione pressed a small vile into his hand, "Harry, here drink this."
In no mood to argue Harry quickly tipped back his throat and downed the potion in one mouthful trying to avoid the taste. Almost instantly Harry found himself asleep but not before he registered Hermione curling up next to him her small hands grasping at his shirt.
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