Harry Potter and Gaining Momentum
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***
bearable
Ending what we had hurt, but my heart will forever be black
knowing you’ll give chase.
You will forever have a fragment of
my heart that I’ll never ask to be returned.
– Draco
Severus’ owl, brought to him from Draco over breakfast.
Slytherin. So, what now?
could go back to the Dark Side with a clean conscience?
seeing Harry’s tear-filled eyes that had yet to break their dam.
expression stern, before he handed the poem/letter to Ron and put his face in
his hands. Hermione read it over his
shoulder.
to vanish before he again looked frail.
The skies outside howled with mourning winds and thunder clouds; the
ceiling of the Great Hall lit up with lightning.
from Ron and go to the Suite, where Godric would convince him to let her
in. He still didn’t want to talk.
Draco in the kitchen of the Suite, and he had wanted to take them back every
minute since. He just knew instinctively
that the small phrase had pushed Draco’s guilt over the edge.
about it. Even Dumbledore hadn’t
received the visit he requested two weeks ago.
Who did they think they were, butting their
noses into his love life like it was somehow their business?
involved was because the ceiling of the Great Hall was affected by it, and the
castle was dampened. Not that Harry
cared. His Suite was always perfect.
off-handedly. Hermione and Harry both
looked at him sharply. Hermione had tears in her eyes that, like Harry, had yet
to crash through their barriers.
just because of something like this,” Hermione whispered.
as if he didn’t care, and stood up.
pleading voice, trying to get him not to flee like he always did; but he only
turned to look at her.
never get back. And I don’t want it
back. It doesn’t matter how he got it,
it’s his and he knows it. He just told
me,” Harry motioned to the poem, “that I’ll never receive his in return… what
more is there to say. He sees no hope in
all this, and I dove into it too deep.
It’s my own fault I feel this way; so leave it alone, Hermione,” Harry
said before walking out of the Great Hall with his shoulders slumped and his
knees bent. The winds around the castle
again howled as if in pain.
Requirement. As he did so, he began to
think. The Room of Requirement was much
like he was: it always took the shape of what everyone wanted it to be.
itself to fit their needs. He stopped
looking at the picture of Barnabas the Barmy trying to train a troll to do
ballet. It was indeed a foolish
attempt. He’d never even wondered about
the painting before; it was always just a means to an end – a way to mark the
Room’s location. Not many people would
find the room without it. He turned to
the wall opposite the foolish painting, and looked where the door would
appear. He cleared his mind of all
thought, and stopped radiating his feelings.
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the attempt to think of nothing.
footsteps that seemed to help his mind empty.
in. The Room of Requirement was
nothing. He had walked into a room that
was empty and white. So white, in fact,
that you couldn’t tell where one wall ended and another began.
floor (though he knew he was standing on something).
turned pitch black in an instant. He
began to walk, for no particular reason.
He just wanted to see what it shaped itself to be when it lacked
anyone’s orders or needfulness. He
continued to walk… andk… ak… and walk.
There was no end. It became what
Harry could only imagine was the dark abyss that he felt in his chest every
time he thought of Draco.
wondered if the Room of Requirement did too.
He closed his eyes and thought of a forest.
something that resembled the
classroom
thought about what he had seen while under the lake in the Second Task of the
Tri-wizard Tournament. When he opened
his eyes again, there was an exact replica of the town square of the
closed his eyes for a third time. When he opened them, he was surrounded by
empty space. s'> Off in the distance he saw
stars, and down below was a replica of Earth.
Far away there were several beautiful nebulae, and stars that shone much
brighter than he remembered ever seeing them through a telescope.
eyes. pan>pan>He wanted to test the Room’s
limits, as he did his own every day. He
thought hard, concentrating on a fairy-tale idea that he’d once heard Petunia
reading to
very small. He knew the room acted like
a natural Legilimens, and began to try to project the
memories while thinking of exactly what he wanted.
glass case, much like the one that Snow White was kept in while she was
unconscious. The preserving charm on it
was very strong. Harry could almost feel
it. Standing beside the coffin-shaped
glass case were a small table and a few chairs.
On the table was a note, in Harry’s handwriting, that explained exactly
why he was here and what he’d done.
enclosure, lay down, and shut his eyes; then he dropped his Occlumency wall,
and brought some benign but very loving memories to the front of his mind.
everything else. After a few minutes he
had a second wall built in front of the memories that he was about to use as a
lure. He closed his eyes, making sure to
keep a small crack in the wall so that he could get through without worry, and
began to concentrate. He probed his own
mind for the link, and after about ten minutes, found it in a back recess that
was dark and never used. He channeled it
to the crack in his outermost wall, and began to probe at the link.
mind, and he almost lost his concentration as his mind started to slide through
a worm-like vortex. After a minute, he
slipped cleanly into Voldemort’s mind.
The place was very uncomfortable.
It was dark, damp-minded and dreary.
It reminded him of a cave of some sort, maybe one in hell, where
everything had a lonely, depressing, unoccupied feel to it.
Harry thought after probing: he has a
wall of steel, just like mine.
Harry said in a sing-song voice, as tauntingly as he could.
of feigned glee. Draco wanted to go back
to this man out of guilt. Not if Harry
could help it.
hear me!” Harry rang out manically. He
really wasn’t enjoying the lifeless place, but he had to get Voldemort pissed
enough to give chase to his mind or try to trap him, in which case he’d have to
open his mind a bit.
Riddle screeched insanely. “GET OUT OF
MY HEAD!” Harry wasn’t sure if Voldemort was yelling out loud, or just in his
mind; it was quite loud.
provoked. “Think you can catch me?” he
taunted again.
nothing.
likes games so much, play with me!” Harry rang out, falsely joyful.
towards him.
but don’t say I didn’t give you the chance to play mind games with the Great
Harry Potter,” Harry taunted in a last attempt.
“Incompetent failure,” he added in an undertone, and acted like he was
about to leave. He was sure that Tom
could feel him receding.
walls a bit to try to pull Harry in, and Harry turned on the charm that
Dumbledore had warned him about. It was
a gift from the Shadow Phoenix, and was quite Veela-like.
voice, and he felt Vmortmort’s mind go as loose as a wet noodle.
to coax. He could now feel Voldemort at
the edge of the crack that he was trying to get Harry to enter.
faint, coaxing voice. The whispering was
almost hypnotic, and was definitely doing the job.
way,” he said, then gave a mental pull to show Voldemort which direction to
go. Then, at long last, and after only a
little hesitation, right when he was about to leave his walls, Tom finally
stepped out into the outer recesses of his mind.
whisked it away as if it were a Portkey, right to his own mind.
and gathered speed on the way, knowing that once Tom had his wits back, he’d
start fighting. It took a minute, but he
finally got Tom back to his mind and shoved him, kicking and screaming
profanities, into the small crack that he had made for him.
lapsed into his Occlumency state, or “head games,” as he’d come to call them.
weak; then he’d let the man go. He just
wanted to let Voldemort know what fear was… and whom to fear.
competent at these same games – so Harry couldn’t just go about his daily life;
he had to exert himself to keep Voldemort in place.
Harry did when he entered Draco’s mind.
As long as he stayed in this state, zoned out to the world, he could
keep it under control. He had never done
this for over two hours before, but was pretty sure that he could.
burning, but paid no attention to it; pain didn’t matter here.
walls.
from Tom ripping at his steel walls.
was beginning to grow stronger, about like a pin prick, but his walls were
still strong.
learning how to block out the pain of his scar.
He was vaguely aware of a small commotion that occurred outside his mind
as the fourth hour hit, but paid no mind to it; he needed to keep his focus on
his walls.
***
exclaimed as she read the letter she found when she came up for Spell
Invention.
Harry’s pale form in the glass case.
you stay here with him,” Hermione said.
staring at Harry.
you hadn’t senm thm that awful poem this morning,” she said stiffly, before
leaving the Room of Requirement and heading for the Headmaster’s office.
asked,ringring over the glass case to see Harry.
rolling his eyes.
sarcastically.
mind to weaken him. He thinks it will
make the Dark Lord fear him. Not bloody
likely,” Draco said just as sarcastically.
make sure he’s okay.”
this? Do you know?”
so now it’s been four hours,” Draco said, taking a seat. Susan sat down next to
him.
confused.
by doing this.”
so
strong-minded.”
me hope,” Susan said wistfully. They sat
in silence until the Headmaster and Professor Snape showed up, walking in
behind Hermione.
idiot!” Snape said upon entering.
Severus; Harry’s in a fragile state right now.
lose his concentration, and Voldemort will have free reign over his mind,”
Albus said calmly.
said under his breath.
sternly, “He’s done this to Draco before for trying to read his mind.
he’ll have much of a problem now,” she said firmly before moving next to
Dumbledore, who was peering over the glass coffin like Susan had done.
Headmaster said.
Hermione said.
asked them. They both nodded and left
the room, but not before Draco cast one more sorrow-filled glance at
Harry.
yet. Tom had actually calmed down, but
he was by no means weak yet. Harry
sphere. He needed to contact the outside
world. He wanted to tell them not to try
to bring him out of this situation. He
needed this; they needed this. The
weaker Tom was, the safer the wizarding world would
be until he got better. With Tom weak,
it gave him and the others time to prepare the counter to the Killing
Curse. Harry was also hoping that if
Draco found out how weak Tom was, he wouldn’t feel so keen to go back and join
him. They had already taken apart the
to break down three other spells, then splice them
back together correctly. It wouldn’t be
simple by a long shot, but they were half way done.
start testing.
feeling in his scar was beginning to abate a bit, and let out a mental
sigh. As far as he could tell, that was
the only thing that was preoccupying his mind at the moment.
possibly bring more memories of love into the second sphere, where Voldemort
was being held tight.
***
do. He’s put himself in this state as a
safeguard. If we try to bring him out it
could really hurt him, or worse, give You-Know-Who a chance to possess him.
It’s too risky,” the medi-witch said.
like this, but if the Ministry gets wind of what he’s doing, they’ll throw a
fit. Hermione, I’m going to need you and
Ron to pose as Harry for the next two days under the influence of
can only hope this will be long enough,” Albus said.
vials in my office that I’ll send with you back to
walked out of the room briskly.
McGonagall for me please? Bring her
here, and make sure you aren’t followed,” Albus instructed.
from concentrating so hard now. He had
no way of knowing how weak Tom was, and didn’t want to lighten up anytime soon,
just in case it was a trick from the Dark Lord.
Harry knew he was no longer trying to break down the walls, but what he
didn’t know was if the memories between the two walls were doing what Harry had
planned for them to do. He remembered
how painful it was for Voldemort at the Ministry when he though of Sirius while
being possessed. His main goal now was
not to kill Voldemort, but rather to weaken him by inflicting those memories on
to him. He felt a slight sense of pride
and even revenge in what he was doing.
He was showing Tom that, even after all he had done to
that loved him.
the memories that he put in the small sphere.
The first was the memory of Molly hugging him and rocking him after he
returned from the Third Task. The second was the memory of how Harry felt evetimetime he received letters from Snuffles over the next year.
he went to
for Christmas. He had debated about this
one for some time before finally putting it in there.
the place was or not, but after a brief mental debate with himself, he decided
to put it in; after all, the house was still under the Fidelius
Charm. The last and most recent memories
were that of him and Draco, making love and just kissing.
sessions was like none he had ever felt before.
They would be the ones that would cause the most damage.
***
reached the room.
same. Poppy cast a few spells to
keep his temperature down and put a cooling charm around his head to ease the
pain, but he’ll have to bring himself out,” Albus said gravely.
Hermione had come for him.
Snape asked.
Harry. It worked,
actually… it was just after my duel with Voldemort in the Ministry.
something that drove Tom out,” Albus said.
almost on the verge of disbelief. Potter
had been horrible at Occlumency last term.
He couldn’t believe that the boy could drive the Dark Lord out after
only a minute.
Severus. When Harry felt love for his
Godfather, Voldemort couldn’t bear it, and released Harry.”
doing now? You think he’s trapped the
Dark Lord in his mind and is forcing him to expere the the memories and
feelings of love?” Severus asked, astonished.
Though he would really never admit it to anyone, the boy surprised him
to no end. He had already accomplished
many great feats in his life. One of the
biggest, as Severus saw it, was becoming a master of Occlumency over a summer
holiday. It had taken himself years to
train to his present level.
control until Voldemort is too weak to fight back, and Harry can just place him
back into his mind,” Albus said.
Lucius. He wants me to brew the
Mind-Worm Potion. Right now, the Death
Eaters just think the Dark Lord is trapped in his own mind.
Lord into his. What do you wish for me
to do?” Severus asked, looking at Harry’s pale form.
had mild cases of damage from the Cruciatus Curse.
strong enough to travel between the links, and bring Tom back?” Albus asked.
it,” Severus said. A very potent batch
could indeed bring him back, but a weak batch will not.
to keep the Dark Lord at bay. If we let
Lucius send the worm in, it may break Potter’s concentration, and give the Dark
Lord the chance to either escape or possess him.”
an experiment,” Albus said gravely.
mental fatigue.
exhausting, but enough to give him a slight headache.
out. He wouldn’t; not until Tom was so
weak that he could not fight, once Harry went to return him to his own body.
***
Headmaster?” Snape asked.
strong enough to resist the Worm. If
not, he’ll need to let Tom go back; we can’t risk your cover being blown
because you didn’t administer the potion,” Albus said.
and me, doesn’t mean it will work with the boy.
He may be too weak to even have you there, Albus,” the potions master
said.
when I’m in,” Albus replied. “That will
help him keep the walls up. If I’m in for
more than ten minutes, that means I’m going to have to stay until the Worm has
worn off or retreated. I’ll come back
immediately to assist you if he thinks he can ward off the Worm by himself.”
just beside Harry’s glass coffin, and leaned over it.
began to feel as if he were traveling through water.
as to not upset Harry’s concentration.
***
mind, though this one was familiar. He
surfaced a bit, making sure not to disrupt his walls, and saw that Albus was
perfog Leg Legilimency on him. He made a
small ripple, just enough to let Dumbledore in, and then closed his mind behind
the headmaster.
***
aware of Professor Snape catching him and laying him on the bed he had
conjured.
Harry said.
warmly, as he mentally supported Harry in keeping the walls firm and tight.
Legilimency on me?” Harry asked, almost irritated.
has been asked to brew the Mind-Worm Potion for Lucius to administer to
Tom. The potion sends out a kind of worm
that tries to bring the drinker’s mind back to the surface.
until the potion has worn off, but I just wanted to check and make sure that
you weren’t too tired yet to handle it,” Albus explained.
nothing beyond that,” Harry answered.
at all? The worm won’t be that strong,
Severus has informed me of that; but even if you are just barely feeling tired,
it may be all Tom needs to pull your walls down,” Albus explained.
or not. How long have I been out?” he
asked curiously.
you need me to, I can stay here and lend support until the worm is gone.
to get worried.
he may be weakened, but I don’t think he’ll be weak enough.
you fight off the worm. With two of us
in here, it should be a bit easier. You
guard the link to Tom’s mind, and I’ll keep the walls as tight as possible,”
Albus said warmly. Harry couldn’t refuse
the help; he was very nervous now. What
had he gotten himself into?
Harry said.
go, the worm will take him back so fast that I don’t think he’ll have time to
try and possess you. Just try to keep
the link shut, okay?” he said. Harry
responded by going to the back of his mind where the recess was, and building
an additional wall to keep the worm out.
as he had before, now that Albus was lending support in holding the walls up;
but he feared that Tom might sense the Headmaster’s presence, and could try to
break though once again.
for the Headmaster butting in as he was now.
There was no way he would have been able to hold this damned worm out
and keep Voldemort in at the same time, all by himself.
defending his mind from the worm for about an hour.
walking though a wall of paper.
last?” Harry asked Albus weakly.
longer, my boy. Don’t give up
now, you’re almost done. Severus will
soon be giving the antidote to Tom,” Albus said soothingly.
Harry asked, confused.
it is used for too long. Severus will
soon give the antidote that will, in effect, kill the worm so as to not harm
Voldemort’s mind,” the headmaster explained with ease.
effort to hold the walls erect.
curiously.
must not do that. Your mind does need
rest, but your mind is in a state of relaxation now.
then you dream. It isn’t activity that
exhausts the mind – it’s stress.
is to avoid overly challenging it. You
must not put too much effort into what you are doing; if you do,
Remember Harry, this is your mind; anything can happen here if you want
it to,” the Headmaster explained.
imagination in this place?” Harry asked.
powerful than any muscle. Have you ever
heard the saying ‘Mind over Matter?’” Albus asked.
Muggle origin, but of wizarding.
not controlled by muscle, or even by the steel, but by your mind.
get out because in your mind, the walls are unyielding.
to be; but if you were to die, he would be released because your mind would
also leave your body. You can hold him,
and weaken him if you can; but eventually you’ll have to let him go, Harry,”
the Headmaster wisely said.
hours. I want him to see that even
though he’s tried to make my life hell, I still have pleasant
strong, could I just will this stupid worm away?” Harry asked.
to actually believe that your mind is stronger than the wall, or the worm.
believe that your mind can do anything – is an ultimate power, if you will,”
Albus answered thoughtfully, as if speculating about the theory himself.
another time; but right now, I have to keep working like this to keep it
out. I’m not going to break, I’m too
stubborn for that,” Harry said determinedly. Albus chuckled, but agreed.
until it retreated, or withered away, he wasn’t sure which.
hours, the worm had gotten significantly easier to fight off, until at last,
Harry no longer had to fight to keep the wall up.
strength of the worm had gotten pretty low.
He said he’d come back at twenty four hours in case Voldemort tried to take
over Harry’s mind, once Harry let him out and put him back in his own
body. Harry was somewhat relieved by
this. As much as he hated Albus snooping
around all the time and insisting everything was his business, he was very
gratified that Albus would go to such lengths to help him.
Harry should be waking up then. I can’t
impress upon you how important it is not to ask Harry questions about what he’s
done to Voldemort. Harry may need to use
this in the future, and if anyone knew how he did it, it could get back to the
Dark Lord. Maybe after you have all
achieved Occlumency it will be a possibility, but right now, this secret is
more important than the prophecy,” Albus said.
Ron, Neville, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, and Luna all nodded that they
understood.
he asked, and Snape nodded. The students
didn’t understand this exchange, but watched instead of questioning them.
looked into Harry’s glazed-over orbs. He
projected his mind forward into Harry’s mind.
Like last time, he was vaguely aware that Severus had caught him and
lowered him onto the bed. Thank goodness
for men like Severus, Albus thought; if it were not for men like him, old men
like himself would have very sore bums.
for Albus; and when he showed up, he showed no distress at having concentrated
his awareness within his own mind for so long.
But why should he? Being locked
within his mind had only made him more aware of what went on there, or more
importantly, what he was capable of.
Harry had even made a mental map of what everything in his mind looked
like. It was quite complex, a labyrinth
actually; but Harry enjoyed the work.
After all, there were some people, such as those Tibetan masters, who
stayed in this state for days without letting anything outside disturb or interrupt
them. Harry wondered if they did the
same thing in their minds as Harry did in his.
merrily as he contacted Harry.
asked.
find out,” he said, as he provided all his support to hold the wall that was
behind Voldemort in place, so that if Voldemort took on Harry, Harry’s thoughts
and memories would still be his own.
first wall down to release Tom. He was
surprised when Tom did nothing. His mind
was like a zombie’s. It just stayed
there, like a vegetable.
Never underestimate him. Take him
back to the link and put him in, and close the wall behind him,” Albus
instructed. Harry complied.
Voldemort’s mind back to the link, and pushed him slightly through.
safe measure, and waited until he could feel that Tom had traveled the length
of the link and into his own territory.
asked.
way back to the surface of his mind, where he would bring himself out of his
Occlumency state and put Albus back in his own head.
sounded. “One minute,” Harry mentally
commented to Albus as he surfaced.
first came out of his own mind, but paid it no attention as he sat up.
like anticipation. Harry gave Ron a
reassuring half-smile before he stood, a bit shakily, and climbed over the
glass case to the small bed Albus was lying on.
He leaned over the old man and looked into Albus’ untwinkling
eyes. He probed the old man’s mind –
half curious what memories it held, half scolding himself
for wondering. He felt Albus slide along
the link Harry created and back into his own mind.
up, “I guess your little adventure was a success.
more prepared. There are many potions besides
the Mind Worm that may be used to harm someone mentally.
you are to ever do that again,” Albus said.
Harry was slightly surprised that neither the headmaster, nor Severus,
had argued with him, or tried to punish him in some way.
going to punish me for? Toying with
Voldemort via my own mind? He grinned at
this.
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