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“It was when I was pregnant with Dudley for four months. I was staying with mum and dad since Vernon was on business trip. Lily arrived one noon, exclaiming loudly to mum that she was carrying, too. See, now I have to share mum’s attention with her, so also my baby would have to share with her baby!! I was burning with jealousy. I virtually imprisoned myself in my bedroom to avoid her. But that was not to happen, for I not only met her and her husband but also that… that…that…terrible man who later on went to kill her.”
In The Memory Lane
Once again, there was rustling in the bushes and this time a loud boom along side the edge. They all rushed to the window. The sight made their stomach churn. There stood a wizard all in black, wand held up, sparkles dancing from his wand-tip causing invisible matter collapse with bang. Petunia yelled and he looked up instantly marching towards the house. The blast could be heard caused by blowing of the door.
HIS FIRST SIGHT
“You know, Voldemort killed my mum and then attacked me. Well, I know, I mean I heard, dad yelling, mum talking and His laugh, and er… have … er … kept seeing … since unknown time … flash of green light.” McGonagall’s expressions mingled and she looked oddly at Harry.
“Stop there, Potter. Does your pathetic mind thinks of attacking me physically as you are now unarmed? How stupid. Oh, you had been on the receiving end of punches from your fat cousin many a times, weren’t you?” He waved his wand to move one of the chairs towards Harry. “Sit, Potter.” Harry could see no option yet and threw himself on the chair. “It was so simple to Imperius Mrs. Figg. This makes my job easier.” He said silkily.
AN END AND A START
“Oh, baby Potty, Snape told us that you would have gone by this time. Why are you lurking in here, playing, baby boy?” Harry sent a stunner towards Bellatrix who was talking in that irritating mock baby voice. She deflected it with casual flick of wand. “So, you still think, you can fight with me! Come on, let’s play. Crucio.”
“There lies the difference, Minister. I can’t go public about my activities and you, for the sake of popularity, won’t prevent them spreading.”
AT THE DRAWING DESK
He remembered how he had been there purchasing his wand. It was a triumphant feeling, first time laying hands on a magical wand, which gives you power to perform all sorts of things, which really makes you powerful. “Ron! Don’t you think there is something strange here?
“Two Cutting Hexes and five Cruciatus Curses, that’s what you earn when you fail him. Please don’t feel sorry for me, professor.” He said calmly, “Establishing the truth requires price to be paid, especially when you try to do it in to dark minds.”
HEIRS OF RAVENCLAW
Dumbledore never knew about these facts as Adrian never told him about Tom Riddle’s visit here. Hadn’t it been for Harry asking for the same things in the same manner as that of the similarly aged lad years ago, Adrian would never have recalled such a feeble incidence and the truth might have never resurfaced, denying the vital clue to Harry in search of Horcruxes.
THE GREAT FIGHT
“Give a reason why I shouldn’t kill you, woman!” he bellowed above her shrieks, his wand pointing at her forehead. Suddenly, the pops were heard and all the Death Eater standing there were gone, except the one, who quietly strode towards Harry and Bellatrix.
Mundungus quivered under the fierce look that Harry gave him. His left hand moved towards his chest so as to grab hold something. “I don’t suppose so.” He suddenly replied, but the voice he spoke was much hoarse.
TO OLD SHAFT
“This is a very sensitive matter, Minerva and I refuse to let it spill in front of a few teenagers.”
“The Dark Lord’s arrival there was a sudden twist in the plan. No one would have known it beforehand. He decided to go himself only when Dolohov reported of your presence. But you seemed to know exact moment of his arrival.”
FAME AND ANONYMITY
“Er… no.” Harry was feeling gauche. He stared unblinkingly at the umber coloured liquid in his glass. It was a Death Eater in disguise who had once suggested him to be an Auror; and now, an ex Head of Aurors and present Minister for Magic was hinting him to be a Minister, when he, Harry, was not sure whether he would come out of the war alive. The irony of his unfathomable life was implausible.
COVERT AND ENVISIONED
It was a blade, for sure, but very strange, though. It was hanging by a hole, roped in the thick golden chain around his neck, resting on vast chest of Gryffindor just like any pendant would. But the paw-long blade reached almost to the belly of the man, flashing zigzag metal on the strip line of the cloak. Harry knew he had seen one of the same kinds somewhere before, but couldn’t remember where.
“So, where do I find him, Severus?”
“I think, what will most impress you is,” he crossed over to the tapestry behind Harry’s back, Harry’s eyes following him, “this.” He pointed at the colourful tapestry. “This was woven by Ravenclaw herself, silk threads blended in the wool, and if you can notice,” he pointed at a few of shiny strands crisscrossing the length, “unicorn hairs.”
Thinking the curls of the blade to be that of a snake, Harry said, “Come to me.” A hiss issued his lips but had no impact whatsoever on the blade. Remembering the Riddle that had come out of the diary, he decided to address Slytherin instead. “Oh greatest of the four founders, Salazar Slytherin, I need the blade to fulfil your noble task.”
THE COUNT DOWN BEGINS
“Harry?” Ron was very white. “What do you think has happened to him suddenly?” he asked Hermione.
“Why wouldn’t he?” Harry asked. “Think Hermione. Think about the feeling when you first came to know that you are a witch. For someone, not like Ron, who never knew about the world of magic, it is moment to cherish. It is triumphing feeling to own a wand which would channel your powers and which would really make you all powerful. It might not be imprudent to say that Voldemort must have had the unreserved attraction of wandlore or of the place where most powerful magical weapons are crafted.”
AT PRINCE’S HUT
“It will happen anytime after I return to the Castle, because he does not want me involved in it directly to avoid suspicion. But when, that I do not know. I am only organising the things on his order. Still, I do not know the finest details.” He sighed audibly, “The secrecy of the Dark Lord even forbids the Death Eaters to discuss it amongst themselves.”
THE QUADRANT’S TRIDENT
An altar made of plain stones covered with dust was not a greeting sight at all for those who were expecting some extraordinary structure to house the Godric’s Arc. The altar looked dull and unimpressive in the wand light and flecks of moonlight that could find the surface through the rough branches of the surrounding trees.
THE MISSING WAND
The cupboard is most treasured store of key materials for centuries. Secrets of Ollivanders’ wandlore are kept hidden in there. Only those of the family who wish to study those secrets in true sense and wish to use them to enhance the art of wandlore are allowed to enter. Needless to say, I failed to please grandfather on that ground and he almost threw me out of the shop along with my mother. That bitterness is still etched on my mind
Every corner of the room had flooded with the green energy pushing every object away from baby Harry, including the golden bracelet and something more that was intended for the bracelet had hit the baby precisely where the curse had made the mark. There was no mystery any more as to who had intruded in the Gryffindor’s chamber in the Potter’s forest property and stolen that bracelet and why.
THE UPSIDE DOWN
Harry quickly skimmed through the pages but couldn’t find anything about Hogsmeade in it. So, whatever their intention might be, the Order had been successful in keeping the news from not only the opponents but also from the Prophet till they had announced it officially – a considerable feat, seeing that Rita Skeeter was involved in the Quibbler articles.
THE TALE OF THE TWINS
He approached an old showcase carrying some china. With a flick of his wand, the glass slid open. There was no china in there but a wooden box meant for delicate glassware. He picked up the box and handed it over to Harry. Harry undid the clasp. The shiny metal resembling that of the blades was lying on the velvet. Mild misty blue aura left all the three startled.
CONCRETING THE FATE
He removed the wristlet and put it on his palm. The Gryffindor lions were shining brightly. “It has to be me instead of you, eh?” he asked with grimace. He thanked Gryffindor for not making the wristlet a talking one like the Sorting Hat, or it would have openly voiced his horrors he had refrained from telling to others – “Yes, lad, you are the one!”
GHOSTS OF THE PAST
It happened, the thing I dreaded most happened at last. In the final Quidditch match of the year, Potter made a brilliant snatch. I could not bear her cheering and celebration and particularly the way she shook hands with Potter off the field – I lost myself, said why she not kissed him instead.
FIGHT FOR NAGINI
Harry knew he had very little time to act. While his counterpart was busy avoiding rebounded spells and trying to break through the shield, Harry grabbed the fake galleon from his pocket and tapped it with his wand. The message was set, ready to be delivered when he would press it again. He clutched the coin firmly in his left hand. Then he pulled a heavy string pouch from another pocket and emptied it on the ground.
HOURS AT HOGWARTS
But a realisation had dawned on Harry. ‘Power superior than human power’. This was it. He had survived the Dementors only because he had travelled through the Time and saved himself and Sirius by casting the Patronus. It was the power of Time that had helped him. Can he help Ginny survive? With a pang, he remembered that they had damaged entire stock of Time Turners in the Ministry when they had been in the Department of Mysteries.
PUNISHMENT AND PUGNACITY
Ginny was lying at his feet, unconscious, and the Cloak was crumpled beside her. He cherished the sight for a moment and looked up expectantly at Voldemort. To his horror, Lord Voldemort did not look pleased at all.
“Zac’s grandmother handed me a few things when she was on death bed. Of course no male member of family knows of it. Please excuse me; I’ll be back in a minute.” When she returned, she had something bundled in plain white cotton sheet. She blushed as she delicately spread open the bundle on the tea table.
“I didn’t know Mr. Tom Riddle was ever called an esteemed warlock,” Harry talked as though he found the whole thing pretty hilarious. “If I did, I wouldn’t have touched him in the dead of the night. But, I suppose, you shouldn’t have any objection if I do it right now, it’s just evening.”
IN HIS HEAD
That explained why Harry’s scar would hurt so much – Quirrell had Voldemort stuck at the back of his head, didn’t he? But, somehow, for Harry, the pain didn’t seem to be originating from the memory; it was so real, so physical. It only meant one thing – Voldemort was near, very near indeed.
NEITHER CAN LIVE
With unmistakable traces of immense pain, the closed eyes of Harry constricted and relaxed several times. In a spur of moment, Hermione sat beside him and stroked his forehead gently. “You might not have heard about the Sleeping Beauty, have you?”
VIEWS AND WILL
“In that case,” Scrimgeour added gravely, “Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley will be treated as co-conspirators and I am afraid, Dementor Kiss will be performed on them along with Snape.”
“Other patient? Is Miss Granger…?” Pomfrey turned to look at the doors, all the others following her gaze.
THE POWER HE KNEW NOT
“You know, Hermione, you did the very thing which Voldemort lacked and disliked the most – to love, to be loved and to express your love. Because love is the power he knew not. His assault faltered and I gained enough control to talk with you people.”
EPILOGUE: THEY LIVED HAPPILY THEREAFTER
Harry left his lovely friends to bicker and, after a rather killing stare from Hermione, saw Ron blushing and kissing her. His friends had an unusual nature of attraction and love-making. He thought, the day wouldn’t be long away when Ron would be on one knee asking Hermione to marry.
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