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[A/N]: Oh my God! I am totally surprised at all the support and suggestions that all the reviewers have given me…In fact, I've been hit with *another* Plot Bunny and there will be MORE surprises in this chapter…I hope you enjoy and please give your opinion ^_^ This chapter is the result and the first maybe edited slightly, maybe not.
TONIGHT THE STARS REVOLT
-----Chapter 2: Hear You Me-----
Albus Dumbledore, who, in the past few months had been meticulously planning what he considered the grandson he'd never had destruction. Completely unknowingly.
Yes, it had been Albus who mused the idea of asking Harry to have a child in favour of the Light's benefit, but that was the farthest it had ever gotten, in Albus' mind. At least, in his right mind; because over the last five months, something else had been influencing the Headmaster's mind, something bigger than the war and Voldemort.
At the currant moment, Albus Dumbledore woke up, sweating profusely and feeling hung over, as if he had been sleeping for months; which he had been, at least mentally, as the spirit which had possessed him and effortlessly maintained that control and manipulation, using him to do so to others with out raising the slightest suspicion, had finally left his body. Realizing that something had happened, though he was unsure what, Albus sat up. His usually sharp mind dull and blurred, he hurried to the door; staggering slightly at the sensation of being in full control of his legs, he climbed down the stairs from his personal chambers to his office, calling the Order of the Phoenix as he went.
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~The land was dry, the sky was an eerie purple-blue that spanned the entire sky, and no clouds could be seen, just wisps of soft violet. Two men, perfectly bronzed and golden in the sun, stood facing each other chanting in a language similar to none known to no one. The first figure, slightly shorter than the other but still much taller than the average man; had his eyes closed but if they were open you would see that his left eye was missing, all that remained was unnatural darkness that absorbed all light into its shadows. The other eye was silver, which glowed and shined with all the might of the element; the difference between night and day were reflected in these eyes, but not menace.
"Anubis?"
The taller man, who had stopped chanting several minutes ago but had remained silent, looked to the younger man, apparently not startled at all the shadows reflected there,
"Yes, Horus?"
"Did we succeed?" The man, Anubis the younger one had called him, had long raven hair, which looked as though it had been bathed in blood when the brilliant light from the sun fell upon it. His obsidian eyes gazed upon the young man in front of him, his face held a closed expression as he looked thoughtfully at the air between the two.
"We will know soon. It should work, though; it is the same ritual as before, despite its modifications" A nod met his response.
"What shall we do about the damage he has done?" Anubis looked at his counterpart and friend,
"It was ordained long ago what would happen, it will come to pass as it must; without Set's interference ~
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The Order of the Phoenix sat assembled in the circular stone room, all of them watched uneasily as an exhausted Albus Dumbledore sat in his chair at the head of the circle. He eyed the members wearily, too tired to hide, and how was he to tell them that he could not remember what he had done for the past months? That Albus Dumbledore, the infallible pillar of wisdom and tutor of the great Harry Potter had no control of even the simplest of actions? The ancient wizard had no clue. Taking in a steadying breath he looked around at the faces in the circle; he was confused, Harry was missing!
"Where is Harry?" The Order looked at him confusedly, many, like Severus Sirius and Remus looked at him in suspicion.
"Don't you remember? He ran away, we've sent out search parties and we think tha—" Arabella Figg, a witch who was in the same year as the Marauders was cut off swiftly by Severus,
"Stop!," Severus tone was clipped and his eyes were dark as they glared upon Albus, "You do remember what happened, don't you? We were all fools! You're ridiculous plan drove away the only hope we have!" Severus was fuming, his glare, which had increased tenfold during his rant, was still directed at the headmaster, "Of course, you're probably not Albus are you? How could you not remember those plans? Or what you did? For all we know, he's a Death Eater in disguise!" The Order looked in shock and disbelief at Snape, who had risen from his seat and whose hands were clenched painfully at his sides; never had anyone seen him this angry.
"Enough!" Dumbledore, whose very exhaustion and fear for his pseudo-grandson driven him to the point where he was too standing, his blue eyes cold and weary; this day was one for firsts, because never in the Order's history had Dumbledore ever been this angry in his life. The Order shifted unsteadily and held their breath to see what would happen between the two wizards.
It was surprisingly Albus who sat back down in his chair, his head rested in his hand as his body leaned in heavily on his arm, his elbow on the arm rest of the ornate throne. No matter what had happened in the past months, never had Albus looked so defeated.
"I don't remember anything of the past five months, nothing."
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Harry looked around at the rooms he would be occupying during his pregnancy, they were spacious and very comfortable; there were windows that looked over the busy New York streets; wards would be needed to be placed on them. He had taken an elevator from what D.Q. and Demo had told him was the main headquarters for the Nefastafalese, which was incredibly large and had taken them several years to complete, not having the advantage of regular magic; only whatever the veela, elf, and demon magic's could give. The strength of the vampire and werewolf hybrids had also been a big help.
"Do you like your rooms? No one comes in these parts of the Headquarters, the hybrids prefer the lower levels"
"Yes, very much," Harry looked around the room, the furniture was modern, and while not expensive, looked quite nice. The building itself, he could gather as he leaned outside the window, was old and roughly cut from thick and heavy stone; it looked to be turn of the century. He pulled his head in and looked to Demo, D.Q. had gone back to her post at the hospital but not before telling him to put on some weight, that he needed it for the baby. Harry decided to ask Demo, who was currently on the couch flipping through a magazine, a question that had been irking him for a while,
"Demo?" She looked up from her magazine, making contact with her eyes he took it as a sign to continue, "How did you know what had happened to me? That I was coming here?"
Demosthenes shifted uncomfortably, he black eyes on her lap she studied her hands intently, Harry's eyes were a little discontenting to look upon, too much sadness and betrayal lay in those emeralds; Demo moved a lock of blood red hair out of her face before mumbling something incoherently,
"Sorry, I didn't hear that" Harry moved in front of her and sat down in the space beside her on the dark blue sofa,
"I said," she repeated louder, "That I didn't necessarily know, but that I received an anonymous letter telling me what had happened to you, and your powers as a wizard" Demo looked at him intently, trying to figure out if he would leave back to England and not help them at all. Among the hybrids, Demosthenes was a powerful and cunning opponent, leader of the Nefastafalese, but to a wizard she was anomaly and to Harry she was a twenty five year old woman with too much responsibility, a lot like himself. Or that's what Demo thought.
"I won't leave, you know" Demo looked at him, his eyes were sincere and there was a glow around him, whether it was due to pregnancy or his power, she didn't know but was thankful, "Do you happen to have the letter?"
She nodded, getting up and walking to his door, "I'll be back for it in a minute, and no one knows you're here except for me, D.Q. and my three friends, Fey, Tees and Ben whom you've met last night," here Demo looked slightly apologetic, "I'm sorry about that by the way, I asked them to bring you here but I didn't mean by kidnapping you"
"It's alright" Harry really didn't care right now how they had gotten him here, at the currant moment he was all too happy to be away from the Order. Demo looked at him, her face was happier, more relieved like she hadn't known how he would react about the events surrounding him being brought here.
"Okay then; I'll go get that letter, hmm?" Demo smiled before standing gracefully and leaving through the door into the empty hallway.
Harry took this opportunity to more thoroughly explore his rooms for the next nine months. There were three parts, a sitting room with a colour scheme of dark blue to match the sofa; the tables were wood, and modern but simple in the design. He walked across the room to an entertainment center which held all the basics, TV, DVD player, several modern movies lay on top, the person who bought them, however, must have had a sense of humor, 'Blade' and 'Blade 2' were among the others.
He closed the doors of the unit and the TV was hidden from view, on the left side of the room, he noticed a door, gripping the handle, he looked inside. It was a bathroom, small compared to the ones at Hogwarts but larger than what he remembered from the Dursley's. Closing the door, he turned to the other side of the room, making his way passed the sofa and to the dark door. The brass knob was cool against his hand as he pushed it open, a small creak as the hinges moved. The room, his room, was decorated in a soft red, not glaringly bright as was in the Gryffindor common room, it was fairly simply decorated, a large canopy bed, tables at either side, a dresser, and a chest at the bed's foot. A fire place was parallel to the bed and a large, over stuffed chair was placed in front of it. Harry liked it instantly.
Leaving the room, he went back into the sitting room, waiting for Demo.
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All the eyes in the Hall widened or narrowed, varying from the personal suspicions of the member; but all of them looked to Dumbledore in disbelief. This was *Albus Dumbledore* he has defeated Grindlewald, lead them during Voldermort's first reign of terror, Headmaster of Hogwarts, trusted and admired by nearly all of the Wizarding World couldn't remember what his first priority over the past months were?
Snape's eyes had narrowed considerably, until they were mere obsidian slits,
"Memory charm?" Albus shook his head,
"No, I would have been able to detect it if my memory or magic had been tampered with; I am immune to Imperious, and I would have remembered what had happened during those months"
Everyone else had been at a loss as to what had taken over their leader; no one knew of any potions or enchantments that could have produced the effect that it had over the headmaster.
"Do we have any leads on where Harry could have gone to?" Many in the Order, who had been closer to Harry, sighed in grief. Remus and Sirius had taken his disappearance the hardest and had spent most of their time searching, without any success, for him.
"I doubt it," Snape said grudgingly, "We taught him. He knows how we search, he knows how to hide. Essentially, he has a working knowledge of all of our plans and procedures."
"He's been raised with muggles," Moody added, "He knows more about them then most of us here, aside from the muggle-borns and half-bloods; for all we know, he's used muggle means to leave Britain, assuming he has".
Dumbledore barely held back a sigh, "What of the other father? Who is it?" The Order looked at each other; they doubted the father would know if he was.
"You never told us; something about 'security reasons', a load of bullshit" Severus grumbled, "For all we know, it's bloody Voldemort!" [A/N: As much as I love this pairing, it isn't]
Dumbledore looked grave,
"In the past few years, Harry has done more for this Order then most members present here today," a few looked down, guilty, "And now that he is no longer here, we have lost a great help to the war effort, things will be harder, and we will all shoulder his burdens…and I doubt no single person could bear it alone."
The Order looked between each other, their faces grave. While some had had it easier because of Harry's help, things were going to be very difficult from now on, for everyone.
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Harry looked to Demo as she entered the room, the letter clutched tightly in her hand.
"Here," Harry took the letter and opened it slowly as Demo sat beside him, "Do you recognize the writing?"
Ms. Demosthenes,
I am aware of the situation in New York, regarding the War between hybrids. As such, I thought it would be helpful of me to inform you of a young man, a Mr. Harry Potter, who has had some troubles in England, regarding an unwanted potion to make himself with child. He is, of course, a wizard; a very powerful one. I am sure that your assistance would be most appreciated from him. He arrives in New York tomorrow.
"No, I don't; I don't recognize anything". Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly; Demo caught this and looked at him sternly.
"You must get some sleep Harry, it's been a long and rather difficult day," Harry opened his mouth to reply, probably in the negative but Demo stopped him, "No, Harry. You need this rest; there's nothing you can do now, wait. Whatever else you want to ask can be covered later, go". It was then that Harry understood the full reach that Demo had. Her voice was soft yet stern and commanding. He felt a strong urge to sleep then and realized that she had used some of her powers to make him sleep. As he drifted off, he absently thought that Demo would make a decent Slytherin.
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[A/N]: Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry!!! I know I haven't updated in *months* but I have been *really* busy. When I first started this chapter, it was soon after I posted the first one…Then I got my term report card and did really well in all my classes except English which I barely passed. I just really didn't get on too well with my teacher. So, my parents severely limited my computer time. Then, when several assignments returned practically perfect, my parents loosened up and then it was 'culminating activity time' basically meaning that my grade had *huge* projects due for all classes that make up 30% of our final mark. During that time, a local girl, Holly Jones, was murdered and I went to school with her sisters and a close friend of mine taught Holly vocal lessons and she took her death hard. Now that school has ended and things have lessened up (and Holly's murderer was caught), I have had time to update! I have also had *two* more plot bunnies and am wondering where all these ideas are coming from. Well, the chapter wasn't as good as I hoped but I like to consider it transitional. The pairing has been decided, and its" HP/SS/LM. That way, everyone's happy! ^_^
**By the way, that thing with Anubis, Horus, and Sett: it will all be explained later in the story, you won't hear from them until the end. I also know I've completely *BUTCHARD* it but as the author, I'm allowed to twist things a little.
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…I really didn't like the way this chapter turned out…Demo seemed a little OOC from the first chapter but oh well…review anyway!