Sidhe Rising ch 05 NaNo 2007

Chapter 5 brings me slightly ahead of where I shoudl be, especially if I finish ch 06 tonight


so here it is




Harry stopped next to Katre out in the entry where the mirror portals were located and looked around noticing that there was one more mirror than there was the night before. Opening his senses up he felt the flow of energy being given off by the new mirror and realized that this was a permanent portal to his world. Smiling at the thought that he would soon be back here for the summer, a place he was actually wanted and felt the beginnings of anticipation for the fireworks that he expected to go off shortly, though he could be wrong about it.


“It feels strange to be wearing clothes again,” Harry said as he pulled on the collar of his shirt once more. It was a close match to what he was wearing before, but trying to match as closely as possible his ruined cloths meant choosing a shirt that was a little to tight.


Laughing Katre hugged Harry before activating the glamour’s that would hide the teen’s heritage and reminded him “Harry you will have to provide the glamour that hides your eyes.”


Frowning slightly Harry mumbled, “But I like how cool my new eyes look with all three colors,” before sighing and concentrating on muting the gold and silver in his eyes until they had returned to the deep green they were when he arrived.


Examining his body once more in the mirror Harry stood up straight and grimaced, “I guess I am as ready as I will ever be.”


Nodding his head “I will go through first that way if anyone is still hanging around and they decide to play rough I can deal with it. That’s going to be one of the first things you learn this summer, empowering an energy absorption shield that you can keep up at all times.” Katre told him as he placed his hand on the mirror and activated the portal.


Glancing over his shoulder to make sure Harry was going to be alright Katre stepped through the mirror and looked around the dark graveyard. Quickly glancing around the gloomy night and not sensing anyone nearby Katre placed his hand on the damp earth and willed it to become a mirror with an ornate frame. Grabbing on to the rapidly unraveling energy thread of the portal he quickly tied it into the mirror he was creating and strengthened the connection until with the sound of a chime it snapped into a permanent connection. Nodding his head and stepping back Katre waved for Harry to come through.


Stepping back into his own world Harry was preoccupied with gazing at the body of Cedric laying near the Tri-Wizard cup turned port key to notice when Katre shrunk the mirror to pocket size and place it in his jacket.


Feeling a strong grip from behind Harry melted into the embrace as he was briefly lost in memory “Voldemort told Wormtail to kill the spare, in the same way someone would tell you to take out the garbage. That creature has caused so much pain and suffering in this world and has cost me all that I held dear.” Anger radiated off of Harry as he was lost in his memory and all of a sudden all noises of the night stopped as if listening, “he will pay for what he has done, his death will be long and drawn out until I tire of it and then I shall kill him.”


As if released form the eye of a hurricane the night exploded in noise as magic sat up and took notice. Once more a strong Sidhe ruler walked the land, long thought echo’s solidified as they felt the presence of a true king once more.


Standing up with a new determination Harry started for Cedric’s body “how do we get back? I am assuming that we can follow the trace of magic left on the port key?”


Nodding his head in satisfaction Katre smiled “the best way is for us to be touching Cedric and summon the cup to us, if it is not energized to be a round trip enchantment we can easily cause it to become one.”


Kneeling down by the way to still form Katre grabbed onto Cedric as Harry knelt across from him and placed his free hand over top of Harry’s to provide comfort as Harry called out “Accio cup.”


Once the cup touched Harry the familiar hook behind the navel method of travel activated and in a twirl of rushing wind they quickly found themselves back in the middle of the maze to the sounds of screaming a full half hour from the point Harry and Cedric had vanished. Looking up with a grim determination in his eyes Harry noticed Dumbledore a few meters away and yelled out “Headmaster he’s back.”


Quickly turning around Dumbledore ran the few steps over to where Harry was kneeling “What is it Harry what happened?”


Fudge blustering into matters best left alone paled when he saw the still form of Cedric on the ground and muttered out as his head swiveled wildly about searching the crowd before his eyes caught the Diggory’s running towards them “My god Dumbledore the Diggory boy is dead what will I tell his parents.”


Now surrounded by people including Cedric’s parents Harry told them “he wanted me to bring his body back to his parents, at least his spirit asked me to do this before it left.”


Sighing in frustration at the gawkers that had come running to get a better view Harry stood up and looking Dumbledore and Fudge in the eye repeated himself barley holding on to the rising anger that came unbidden from deep within “Voldemort is back.” Pointing at the cup forgotten in the rush of the crowd to get close enough o hear he spat out “this damn cup was a port key that took us straight to a cemetery where Voldemort was reborn.”


“No…No you are delusional, the dark lord is dead” Fudge cried out in dismay that the possibility of what he was being told could be the truth. “no you are injured…over come with grief for the Diggory boy, yes that’s it you need the hospital wing. The very idea of the dark lord being back is ludicrous.” Fudge rambled as the crowd took in the news and spread it like fire to all.


Placing his illusioned hand on Harry’s shoulder to try to snap Harry out of the rage that was building Katre hoped he could keep Harry’s first hand of power from manifesting right here in front of all these people “Harry control your anger…please, you don’t want to show your hand so soon.”


Staring at the disheveled and bloody teen standing in front of him Dumbledore asked “Are you sure Harry?”


“No…No it can’t be true…You are lying boy.” Fudge sputtered in anger holding on to his world view and violently denying anything that would change it.


“I am more than happy to provide the memory of the event minister.” Harry sneered at eth incompetent twit standing there, the nerve of calling him a liar his anger rose to new heights and it was only the hand on his shoulder holding him back, the hand that belonged to his cousin the King of all Sidhe.


Dumbledore stepped back a step or two as he felt the energy roll around Harry in anger and trying to disarm the rapidly volatile situation “Harry no one is calling you a liar.” He added as he gave a harsh glare at the minister telling him he better shut up or else.


Throwing his own glare at the headmaster as he started to walk away before loosing it completely Harry spat out I n barley repressed rage “I believe that fool did do just that, the only way one could take his words after all, as they did not leave much to interpretation.” Glaring at the minister he added as he started to walk away “be careful minister, keep on this path and I will be forced to call you out for satisfaction.”


Angered and if the truth be told slightly frightened Severus Snape yelled out to Harry’s retreating from “Potter your arrogance knows no bounds, how dare you…” before trailing off with the harsh glare from the headmaster.


Half way back to the castle Harry was met by his friends who shouted out rapid fire questions not giving him time to answer them.


Before he had a chance to round on them and tell them to be quiet they were interrupted by the clunking approach of Professor Mad Eye Moody and his wooden leg “Leave off you lot till later, Dumbledore ordered me to take Potter to the hospital wing to get checked out.”


Grumbling about being kept in the dark and they having the right to know what was going on with Harry due to their being friends nevertheless moved to the side out of the way as the professor reached out to place a hand on Harry and direct him towards the hospital wing.


Senses screaming out in danger Harry sidestepped the hand and turned and growled out “keep your bloody hands to yourself, don’t touch me.”


Scowling Mad Eye growled back “Potter get a hold of yourself and do as your told for once.” Before reaching out to grab the lads arm once more.


Seeing the teachers running to catch up followed by the ministry officials Harry put every once of his strength and will and hand coming up from his waist punched the man in the face causing him to fly backwards several meters and bounce of the ground stunned just as the rest of the teachers caught up.


“Potter I will see you expelled for striking a Professor,” Severus sneered out in anger and glee.


Sensing the dark energy swirling around Mad Eye’s right arm, the same way it did the greasy bastard Harry shouted back “Shut up death eater and take your comrade in arms with you.”


Turing to once more enter Hogwarts so he could pack Harry was stopped by the voice of his head of house yelling at him sternly.


“Mr. Potter this behavior is totally unacceptable…Apologize young man, right now.” Minerva screeched in fury.


Turning slowly Harry felt the wrongness in the energy that was cloaking the defense professor and reaching out cancelled it. Stalking forward ignoring the shocked shouts from those assembled as they recognized the man they thought died in Azkaban and ribbed the mans right robe sleeve exposing the dark mark to everyone standing there.


Standing back up and settling his cold glare once more on the hated potions professor Harry once more gritted out in anger “I tire of repeating myself Death Eater, take this” Harry licked the fallen form near him “And leave me alone.”


“Harry…” Dumbledore started in a disapproving tone “Lets move this discussion to a more secure location.” Taking his wand and binding the stunned man on the ground and levitating him as Dumbledore started up the castles steps and told the others “Severus if you will run and get the strongest truth serum you have and meet me in my office. Minerva, Cornelius my office if you please. Pomona if you would run to the Three Broomsticks you will find a large grim like black dog upstairs in room two o one, if you will escort him to my office please.”


Walking past the great hall and not looking to see if his commands were being followed he did n to notice Harry start to walk the other way, though the ever watchful head of Gryffindor did.


“Mr. Potter where do you think you are going? The headmasters office is this way.” She was more than willing to give the boy a little latitude but this was taking things a little to far in her opinion.


Stopping Harry tried his best to keep the anger out of his voice as he replied, by the old ones they were really making it hard for him to reign in this anger, though he did not know where it came from really. “I plan to go to my dorm and get cleaned up, after that I plan to start packing my trunk.”


“Mr. Potter there are questions that need to be asked and you hold a good portion of the answers to those questions, cleaning up can wait.” Minerva huffed in irritation.


Turning and making his way past his head of house Harry mumbled in anger loud enough to be heard “of course let’s make sure the slave does not do something like think for itself. The lot of you are pushing my anger to the boiling point without giving me time to get it under control, on your heads be it then.”


Shocked by his words Minerva wisely did not say another word as she followed her student to the Headmasters office, all the while playing back his words, wondering just what he meant by calling himself a slave.


Throwing himself in the chair nearest the fireplace Harry took comfort in the hidden presence of Katre that slid into the chair beside him still invisible to the others in the room.


Harry ignored the searching looks the Headmaster was sending his way or the uncomfortable sneers the minister was sending as he closed his eyes and searched for the cause of the anger that came bubbling to the surface moments before on the pitch.


Ignoring the sound of Snape entering the room Harry finally decided it must have been when he was called a liar, Sidhe were not capable of out right lying to one another and when Fudge had accused him of it the anger he was feeling towards Voldemort and the Death Eaters was redirected to those in this room. The Sidhe had gone to war before for being called liars.


Several hours later and being asked the same questions for the third time Harry had enough “No more, I have already answered these questions, several times in fact…ENOUGH.”


“Fifty points for raising your voice at a professor, Potter and I will see in you detention for this.” Snape sneered out angered that the brat did not seem to know his place.


“Severus…” Dumbledore warned him with a glare “the term is over so I am afraid there will be no loss of points or detention for Mr. Potter.”


“Cousin…you are manifesting.” Katre rapidly whispered in Harry’s ear before the teen did something rash.


About that time the potion ran its course and Barty Crouch Jr. leaped out of the chair and grabbed on to Harry’s throat with both hands and tried his best to extinguish Harry’s life.


Grabbing the mans arm as he fall on top of him Harry’s hand of power fully manifested and the insane man started to twist and scream in agony as he started to turn inside out. His attacker still screaming in anger and hate while what should have been on the inside was now on the outside Harry knew from discussions that he needed to blood his kill to be able to reliably call up this power reached up to the pumping heart in front of his face and squeezed it till it exploded covering him in blood.


Pushing off the now quiet lump of flesh Harry gulped in some clean air as he took in the sight of Snape with his wand trained on him and the looks of horror on everyone else’s face.


“What dark magic is this boy, I will see you given the kiss for this.” Fudge bellowed out as he jumped over the couch to protect himself.


“You fool, I don’t even have a wand with me.” Harry sneered at the fool “The only one with a wand right now is that Death Eater right there.” Harry pointed towards Snape while turning out his pockets.


“If this was done by dark magic as you claim why don’t you ask him, after all he does have the dark mark on his arm.” Harry sent the accusation back to Fudge and secretly was delighted when he saw the man was actually thinking about what he said.


Sighing in frustration Dumbledore was rapidly loosing control of the situation and tiredly told them “Professor Snape is ands has been my spy in the Dark Lords ranks. I can assure you he is no Death Eater.”


Sitting back down and snuggling next to his cousin Harry wondered why he did not show up knowing that he would have been splashed by the blood also. Refusing to say another word Harry sat there as the Aurors were called and removed the remains of Crouch Jr. and soon all that was left was the professors and his godfather in his Animagus form.


“You know what I must ask of you Severus.” Dumbledore asked quietly.


Nodding his head Severus indeed knew he was being asked to spy again and knowing that there was something different about the brat left to quickly make arrangements to get in contact with the elder Malfoy and while he was at it make plans to escape if Fudge did come back for him.


Sirius looking around and only seeing Dumbledore and Harry quickly transformed back to his human form and reached to pull Harry into a hug to tell him everything would be alright, stopped mere moments before he could by the death glare his godson was sending to the room and wisely decided to ask “Are you alright Harry?”


Ignoring his godfather Harry glared at Dumbledore “I asked you in my first year why Voldemort was after me and you refuse to tell me, now he used my blood in a ritual to give himself a new body and this is your last chance to tell me the truth.”


Dumbledore was uncomfortable with the tone and choice of words Harry was using shook his head sadly “My boy as I told you that day in the hospital wing you are not ready for this burden, better that you spend the remaining time with a happy childhood that place this burden on your shoulders.”


Standing up disgusted with the old man in front of him Harry started to walk out, stopping at the door he turned and looked over his shoulder “how does being kept as a slave being beaten and starved equate to a happy childhood. If that is what you consider a happy childhood I pity you.”


Harry left the office and walked down the stairs to the heated angry shouts of his godfather demanding an explanation to his words.


Walking back to the tower in silence Harry felt drained and was grateful when a hand slipped into his and Katre whispered to him “this changes nothing, this time tomorrow we will be back in the Sithen leaving all this behind us for the summer.”


Feeling much better now that he was clean and smiling as he gazed into the tri-color eyes of his cousin such fun it was getting clean Harry snuggled up into the warm embrace and shut his eyes tiredly and fell asleep.