Chapters 181-190

Dyrim

At last Harry and Severus sat down a few feet away from the stone. After some arguing, Severus grudgingly agreed that it was unlikely for something awful to happen if Harry were to remove just his left arm from the Invisibility Cloak so that Hedwig could sit with him. The materialised soul of Harry’s owl seemed to feel that she had done her job at the moment and didn’t show any inclination to lead them anywhere else. She seemed content to coo at Harry soundlessly and to nip at his fingers affectionately.

‘Hedwig seems to think that this is where we wanted to go,’ Harry said, eyeing the broken Resurrection Stone morosely.

‘Maybe the Stone is the key…or an anchor to a spell,’ Severus surmised.

‘Yeah,’ Harry nodded. ‘Believe it or not, but that thought has crossed my mind, too. So what do we do now? The Stone won’t budge.’

‘We could try to Summon another soul. This time preferably someone who could tell us what happened to Albus Dumbledore’s soul,’ Snape said with a pointed look at Hedwig. ‘Not even I can bestow speech unto a soul that did not possess this faculty in life.’

‘Sounds good to me.’ He rose to his feet and made to reach for the sword. ‘Would you do the honours or shall I?’

Snape paled and shook his head, the lank strands of his hair flying even under the hood of the Invisibility Cloak. ‘You don’t ever want to see what the blood of a Necromancer can Summon.’

‘Oh.’ Harry gulped. ‘All right.’

‘However, I suggest that you allow me the honour to wield the blade. Your erstwhile attempt—’

‘Uh, I guess you’ve seen failed suicides that looked prettier?’ Harry joked. A flicker of something in the depth of Severus’ eyes made Harry draw back. ‘Shit, you have?’

‘Never mind,’ was the curt reply.

‘Right,’ Harry cleared his throat awkwardly and. ‘If you would?’

He transferred Hedwig to his shoulder, marvelling at how real, how alive the soul of his childhood companion felt. Then he swallowed hard and held out his left forearm to Severus. ‘The back of my forearm again, please. Not the tattoo.’

Severus inclined his head and carefully drew the sword from its sheath. Before Harry had a chance to blink, a clean, shallow slash across his arm was bleeding freely. Harry winced at the sudden sting of the cut, but it was far less painful than when he’d cut himself to Summon Hedwig.

Okay. We need someone who can talk, someone who can tell us what happened to Dumbledore. Someone who will help us!

He tried to concentrate on a name. Who’d be most helpful? Sirius? His heart skipped a beat at the thought. Merlin, how he wanted to see Sirius again. But would he be able to help? Scratch that, Harry thought, taking into account the company he was keeping. Might be weeks of arguing about why I’m with Snape until we get to that point.

Who else? Moody? Remus? Fred? His heart grew tight with longing. There were just too many people he would like to see again. My mother…Lily…He would probably like to see her. Or would he? Now that he had Hermione?

Harry shook himself. Just the person who’ll help us most, he begged. Please.

With a crack like a whip, a small creature appeared before them. Large, bat-like ears were flapping with delight and round, bulging eyes were no longer glassy with death, but glowing brightly with renewed adoration. Dobby gave a silent squeal of joy, before he grabbed the seam of the Invisibility Cloak above Harry’s injured arm and pulled on it vigorously. The cloak parted, revealing the two travellers.

Dobby was grinning from ear to fluttering ear, and his mouth opened and closed with an amazing speed, but there was no sound at all. Harry imagined that a goldfish in a bowl of Butterbeer might look like this. Utterly blissful in his silence.

‘Severus,’ Harry hissed, torn between happiness and despair at Dobby’s silent but profuse expressions of happiness. ‘What about that bestowing speech act? That would come in really handy right now!’

‘Of course.’ Snape’s fingers ran down the bandolier from the top, caressing each bell in turn, until they stopped at the fourth bell. ‘This is Dyrim,’ Severus whispered. ‘A bell that brings back lost words and silences those that should not be spoken.’

He plucked the bell from its sheath and rang it once. The sound was short and sweet, like the first notes of a dancing tune, cut off much too soon.

‘Harry Potter! Oh, good sir! To meet you again, here! And you’re alive, and grown! Quite the young gentleman Harry Potter now is! Oh sir, what joy!’ Dobby squeaked and beamed at Harry.

‘Dobby,’ Harry croaked.

And it was very good that his hand was tied to Severus, because he couldn’t think of anything but hugging Dobby—staying under the Invisibility Cloak, keeping a good hold on Severus’ hand, the mystery of the floating half of the Resurrection Stone—all of that fled from his mind.

‘Dobby,’ he repeated, his voice choked with tears.

And just like Hedwig, the materialised soul of Dobby-the-house-elf, felt just as real as the elf would have felt in life. He was small, tiny. Knobbly. A bit like a puppet come alive.

‘I never got the chance to thank you,’ Harry whispered. ‘You saved our lives. Hermione’s, Ron’s, mine.’

Dobby’s luminous emerald orbs took on a solemn shimmer. ‘Dobby died a free elf. Is no better way for Dobby to go. And besides, Headmaster Professor Dumbledore Sir needs help of house-elf on this side of things.’

The small creature gave a sage nod. ‘Dobby is needed. Dobby serves.’

‘But where is Professor Dumbledore, Dobby?’ Harry asked, fighting down his impatience.

‘Why,’ Dobby said, surprise colouring his high-pitched voice. ‘Right here.’

The house-elf pointed straight at the floating black pebble of the broken Resurrection Stone.

30 Responses to Chapters 181-190

  1. zauza says:

    All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here

    ‘“A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence”,’ Snape drawled. ‘Kindly shut up and follow me.’
    *snort*

    …i was actually holding my breath ! ehehe

    Interesting the detail with the key for the Gates, very clever.
    And..now what?

  2. mw says:

    I’ve broken my rule – here is half your review for Dyrim:

    I also thought that about the blood – logical that Necromancy would be partly blood magic, and with Garth Nix in mind, I really don’t want to imagine what Severus’ blood might summon. Back to Garth Nix – he has that thing with the stars, and looking up to see if it’s your time etc)…so just so I get the divergence – are you substituting this field for the starts, or saying this is what is IN the stars? (like conceptually…are they still in ‘Death’ or are they well and truly beyond even that undead realm into wherever it is those who see the stars go??)

    In any case, I get the impression it’s more normal for people to go for walkabouts in death in Nix’s universe than yours – which suits your story…if they could just romp around assuming it wasn’t their ‘time’…there wouldn’t be that same feeling of danger/desperation to get back whole etc.

    The other half is still being held hostage. 😀

  3. mw says:

    I have 4 pages of MS Word reviews waiting for you!!

    LOL – usually I read longer…but I am feeling incredibly sleepy. Time for an afternoon nap I think.
    🙂

  4. zauza says:

    Heavy Fields of Scentless Asphodel

    Can we assume Harry is a virgin?

    And i am wondering about how his blood might work to summon the souls. But in reality all they have is some ancient history sayings. With magic one never knows.

    • JunoMagic says:

      I don’t think Harry was a virgin anymore at this point. Uh…I really don’t remember.

      The thing with the blood is standard soul magic. Uh, maybe not completely “standard”, but…

      It’s been so long ago that I wrote all that that I simply don’t remember some of the details. *crazy*

  5. zauza says:

    Guidance

    Hedwig! I love her.

    Does this mean that by using his blood Harry summoned the souls who are connected to him?

    Or any soul can come? Can they come even if not summoned?

    Questions!

    Interesting.

  6. zauza says:

    An Interesting Find

    Harry is teh biggest dunderhead there is. He really does not think.

    It makes us wonder if he actually had any brain inside his head!

    Interesting, half of the stone. There.

  7. mw says:

    “…and answers”

    Zauza tells me that you very, very, very much enjoy getting your reviews here – but since I have conscience issues about copy/pasting, I have reached a compromise.

    Short comment/question here – longer one at OWL. I suppose I could do it the other way, but *shrugs* going with this for now. Think of it as a reward/incentive to clean these chapters up! 🙂

    My question for this chapter: is Death sucking life from them? i can’t remember if you said anything about it in relation to Hermione’s little jaunt…so i’m asking (possibly again).

    • JunoMagic says:

      *grins*

      I do indeed enjoy getting comments here. Since I put so much work in all the illustrations and links hidden in this edition of the story…But of course I WILL put them up on OWL…as soon as I get them back from my 2nd.

      As for your question: yes, Death sucks life out of them. If they stay long enough, they’ll stay forever.

  8. mw says:

    A deal with death

    *iz waiting for promised dismemberment*

    Not yet? 😀

  9. zauza says:

    Dyrim

    Awww, you are being generous. Dobby?

    This is almost scary…i really do not want to think about what you have waiting for us.

    Now, why am i not surprised about Albus and the stone? Probably because it was where Hedgwig took them…of course.

  10. mw says:

    At death’s door

    I think Death is NOT very sporting. How can you make a deal with someone and then not at least suffer them to walk through to have a CHANCE an accomplishing it?

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