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Title: Harry's search for Horcruxes
Contributors: bloodyboypotter
Edited by: Andrew Jager
Posted: 2005-10-05
Game Date:
Mid- to Late-July
Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry
Potter, the world or its characters. We
just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world..
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For one
bright, shining moment he had been dreaming he was at the Burrow, that he was
laying in one of the Weasley's beds, listening to the attic ghoul as he walked
on the creaking floor boards. But the moment faded as he felt cold wind rustle
through his untidy hair, and the trees rustle ominously. He gave an involuntary
shudder and closed his cloak tighter about himself.
He raised a gaunt looking hand to his forehead and rubbed feebly at his aching
scar. He'd been having so many of these scar moments that it was getting easier
to distinguish what sort of mood Voldemort was in. A different sort of pain for
each of Voldemort’s moods. If he killed, if he was pleased, if he was upset ...
all of them had a different sort of scar prick feeling to them. Although he was
shut off from any visions, the scar pain could not be easily turned off, or so
Harry imagined. Or, perhaps Voldemort just knew that Harry suffered, and
decided to keep that little link active between the two of them.
Harry looked to his left, a pile of discarded Daily Prophet's lay under his tattered school bag. Reaching inside,
he pulled out the last bits of his food and ate slowly. Another rush of wind,
accompanied by a soft spray of the sea awakened him just a bit more. As he
looked out ahead of him, he could just make out a faint moving spot in the sky.
Instantly, before the shape became anything more, Harry's wand was in his hand,
held so tightly that his knuckles were white. As the shape drew closer, he
could feel his heart beat thumping loudly in his ears.
A soft hoot came rolling towards him from the direction of the shape, and Harry
dropped his wand in relief.
"Hedwig ... " he whispered, smiling exhaustedly as his snowy owl came
into clearer view, holding a rather grand package tied to her leg. Harry slowly
stood, yet seemed very unsteady on his feet. Holding out his arm, Hedwig came
in for a smooth landing upon it, and Harry's arm drooped dramatically from the
weight of the package and the owl upon it. He quickly untied the package and
set it down, then transferred Hedwig to his shoulder and gazed out over the
landscape as the sun slowly began to peak out over the horizon. A deep,
churning sea, a high grassy cliff overlooking it. Mountains in the distance. It
all reminded him of Hogwarts. But he was nowhere near home.
"You think we'll find them?" he asked his only traveling companion,
raising his hand up to stroke her feathers calmly. She gave a soft hoot in reply
and scooted closer to his head, letting her feathers brush Harry's cheeks. A
small grin spread over his lips and Hedwig nipped affectionately at his ear.
Harry then sat down to open his care package from Mrs. Weasley. Pulling out
Ginny's cupcakes, he plucked the letter that was tied to her package and opened
it. His smile widened as he read the letter out loud to Hedwig (and really, to
himself. He missed the busy sounds of the commonroom, or of the ever bustling
Burrow), listening to her voice ring through his head at her words. He brought
the parchment up to his nose and smelled that flowery scent of hers. Before he
could prevent it, a few tears had escaped the corners of his eyes. He tried to
blink them away, but could not and let out a soft choked sob.
Dear Harry,
Hedwig finally arrived, so here's the basket of food as promised. I've included
some cupcakes I made with a little help from Duncan Hines. The icing, however,
I made completely on my own. Which means you know it's mostly powdered sugar
and chocolate, but never the less, Ron thinks they turned out pretty well. I
thought about decorating them, but all the other icing in this house is pink,
white, gold, or some other heinous color that Fleur thinks her wedding should
be. And as I'm sure you've heard, she's quite intent on stuffing me into a
similarly heinous dress the day of.
Speaking of which, Ron says you're coming down early, but he never said when
"early" was, so I thought you'd be the person to ask. Of course,
you'll know that the wedding is the twentieth, school starts at the beginning
of September, and we all really miss you, so you should plan accordingly.
Especially if you're going to let my mother fatten you up before school starts.
She may need a few weeks, and it would be cruel of you to deny her the pleasure
of doing it personally.
But that's not really the only reason I'm writing. And it's also not because I
desperately need reinforcements against Fleur. I just wanted to remind you that
we are all here for you if need anything throughout the next few weeks, months,
years, whatever. We're all in this together, and I appreciate your concern for
my safety and our safety, but we're not going anywhere. I guess you could say
we really sort of care about you, or something. Don't forget that you're never
really alone. We'll talk more when you get here.
Sincerely,
Ginny
P.S. - I saw Romilda Vane at the Market yesterday, and she asked about you. I
told her to sod off. I hope you don't mind.
Her simple letter to him was dotted with tear drops now, obscuring her writing.
Gathering himself together, he slipped the letter into his bag and set the
cupcakes aside for later.
Inside Mrs. Weasley's care package was food that could've easily served a
family of four (or one Dudley). He pulled out one warm meat pie and took a big
bite out of it. Nearly groaning from the taste, he inhaled it quickly. A flagon
of pumpkin juice was also included. Harry nearly drank the whole thing in 3
gulps. "Ow!" he exclaimed as he felt Hedwig's talons bite into his
shoulder, "Alright, alright ... " He pulled out another meat pie and
ripped it in half, holding it up to Hedwig who began to nip at the crust and
the meat inside. It seemed Hedwig was quite fond of Mrs. Weasley's cooking as
well.
They both ate their fill by the time the sun had risen. Harry gathered up what
food he didn't eat and shrunk it to fit neatly into his bag for later. He
nuzzled his cheek against Hedwig's wing, "Hey, mind doing a quick survey
for me?" She gave a gentle hoot and took off, being careful not to rip at
Harry's shoulder with her departure.
Sighing heavily, Harry began to walk down the hill he had used for his bed.
With fresh, warm food in his belly, he was sure he could travel farther and
longer. As Hedwig circled around, looking out for possible threats, Harry
headed along the edge of a forest, towards the mountains. If this search took
him to another dead end, he would have no choice but to return home empty
handed. He pulled out one of Ginny's cupcakes and took a bite, savoring the
sweet chocolate and cake just as he had the meat pies.
He really missed them. He missed her most of all.
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Walking all day made him hungry once
again. Stopping just past the end of the massive forest, the sun getting lower
and lower in the sky, Harry settled down for more meat pies, pumpkin juice and
another one of Ginny's cupcakes.
As he rested, his mind began to wander. Hedwig had been gone for a long time.
The last he'd seen of her, she was flying so high that Harry could barely make
her out. Before long, his mind wandered to the point of dozing off.
At first he drempt once more he was at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley's smiling face
shining at him as he walked into the house through the front door. Everyone was
there. They were all congratulating him, for reasons unknown. George had passed
him a butterbeer and gave him a heartly slap on the back in a congratulatory
sort of way. The feeling was warm and happy, everyone seemed to be smiling.
Even Harry himself couldn't supress his grin.
Soon, the dream shifted. He was walking up the stairs of Grimmauld Place. It
was dark, Kreacher had neglected to light the candles now that no one lived
there. He passed a room where something like an eerie, smokey wind was being
sucked into nothingness. It appeared that the room lead into a black hole, or
something to that effect.
As he drew closer, he heard a voice behind him and spun around quickly.
"Hey, Harry ... " came the familiar voice of Ginny. He smiled when he
saw her, but then focused on what she had wrapped around herself. At first
glance it appeared to be a snake skin scarf, until he watched it move and shift
around her. It was wrapped around her neck and both arms, yet she was smiling.
Blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, and she seemed completely
unaware that she had a giant snake wrapped around herself. Before Harry could
react and take the snake off of her, the head rose and looked directly at him.
The moment he made eye contact with the large snake, Harry felt seering pain
simultaniously in his neck, arm, and scar. And he also heard a scream. Ginny's
scream.
His eyes flew open and Harry realized that he had been screaming too. Birds in
the tree he'd been leaning against took flight in alarm. The throbbing pain
still remained well after the dream had lifted and he instantly looked down at
his arm.
It was the strangest sensation he'd ever felt. It was as though a thin,
pulsing, invisible rope - or snake - had coiled itself around Harry's arm. He
reached out to touch it, to see if there really was something there, and he
felt nothing. But it was unmistakable that there was something there, for his
arm was pulsing with pain. He reached a hand up to his neck, where he also felt
pain. When he pulled his hand away there was no sign of blood, but he could
swear it felt like he'd been bitten.
Finally, he reached for his scar. One touch to it brought sudden, surprising
relief to his arm and neck, giving him even more reason to worry about what
just happened. The last time he drempt of snakes, he had been in the mind of
one and had attacked Mr. Weasley. But he was sure this was not the same
situation. It had been a dream, and not one of his prescient experiences. He
rubbed at his scar until it was raw, fighting within his addled mind about what
that could've been. Not only that, but it lasted beyond the point that he had
awakened. That had never happened before. Perhaps this was a new level of his
rather unfortunate ability to see things before they happen?
Glancing towards the sky, Harry devised that it was getting late already. He
needed to find a place to hide for the night and would just have to go to the
mansion tomorrow. He stood up and searched the sky for Hedwig. Seeing no sign
of her, he frowned and continued his walk all the while unable to get the
vision of Ginny wrapped up in what could've only been Nagini's reptilian body
out of his mind.
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