Ch.1 The Rising
corridors of the Tower of London whisked by as Apahas Denew ran upward. He spiraled
and spiraled on upward. The tower was evil feeling to most, but he didn’t feel
it. He only grieved his arrival at the top of the stone landing. His Master
would be there ready to announce the new mission and punish him for his past
failures. Apahas shuddered uncontrollably as he finally reached the landing.
There were three tall doors leading off of the corridor. He leaned against the
wall to catch his breath. He dreaded what was beyond one of the wooden doors.
A ray of moonlight
cast across his grim face. His features were set in stone: gray, lifeless,
fearful. He looked to one door from which a small stream of light emitted from
the space at the bottom. He pushed off the wall and walked slowly toward it. Apahas
placed his hand by the door ready to knock but suddenly stopped. He stood
staring for a moment.
“Get in here now!
Get in here Denew!” Came a high-pitched hiss from the other side.
He shuddered. “Yes,
He walked in slowly, taking in a large throne
of gold and a crackling fire in the hearth at the north end of the room. The
throne was turned so as he couldn’t see who sat in it.
“Did you kill him?” Asked
the hissing voice from the throne.
“N…n…no… sir,” he
stuttered in fear.
“Why?” the hissing
voice asked sharply.
“He knew… He knew I
was coming sir. Someone told him. But I did not completely fail. I killed his
“Did they sssscream?”
“Of course! It was
chilling to hear. The daughter was absolutely terrified. I heard when the
Ministry told him he went insane. They had to take him to St. Mungo’s, Sir,” Apahas
replied, feeling relieved and believing his master was proud of him.
“Good, very good,”
the hiss replied, “But you still failed and there was no excuse for it! You
left too many clues that would lead them to me! You’re a disgrace! Wormtail!”
The hiss yelled for his servant, who was looming in the shadows beside the
Apahas hadn’t seen
him when he came in. They had long been enemies. They had met at Hogwarts
during the foulest of times. Apahas hadn’t a clue why he had picked a
Gryffindor to comply to his every whim over the pure blood of a Slytherin.
“He hassss failed
me. Please turn me to face him!” the hissing voice commanded.
around, terrified as the chair began to turn with the help of Wormtail. He
grabbed for the door and tugged, but it was locked. “Oh, God, no!” he shrieked,
terrified. He pulled out his wand a desperately yelled, “Alohomora,” but
it was to no avail. He turned back to face the chair, pushing at the door with
his back. He immediately regretted this move. He stared horrified at two red
slits of eyes and two green fangs. Each were set upon scaly skin that was
pulled tightly across the creature’s skull. A soft whistling billowed from two
slits of a nose as Voldemort exhaled. He wore a grin of delight as his right
hand reached for his wand and lifted it out. He aimed it straight at Apaha’s
heart. “No, Sir! Please don’t!” Apahas screamed.
Voldemort stared at
him quietly and dropped his wand. “Get out of my sssssight,” he hissed as the
wooden door slammed open. Apahas sighed in relief and quickly ran down the
stairs. Voldemort looked out the window toward the entrance to the tower. Three
minutes later Apahas ran out and stopped in the courtyard. Five figures emerged
from the bushes and walked up to Apahas, who was shaking.
raised his wand and aimed it out the window, “Avada Kedavra!” he
thundered, just as the men all embraced a shaking Apahas. “That ssssshould
teach others not to betray me,” he hissed as the six figures fell motionless to
Harry Potter bolted
upright in his bed and shuddered. His scar throbbed violently as he rubbed it.
Voldemort was gaining power and there was no one to stop him. He killed all who
got in his way. Harry wiped the sweat off his face and looked out the window
toward what he believed to be London. Times were dark, very dark. People were dying. Harry
felt sick as memories of Cedric’s death flooded to the front of his mind. He
needed to tell someone about his dream. He needed to desperately. But who?
Ron would ask
thousands of questions and Harry couldn’t bare to relive the dream. Hermione
would immediately panic and nag him about the fact that he should tell
Dumbledore. The Dursleys’ wouldn’t care. After all, they thought he was a
freak. Fred and George would just make fun of him. What was he to do? “Sirius,”
he finally concluded. He had been helpful before, but the only problem was he
would write to Dumbledore. Harry put his hands on his cheek. Everyone was away
doing something for Dumbledore. Hagrid, Sirius, Mrs. Weasley even. Defeated
Harry just decided the only person was Sirius. He really didn’t want anyone to
worry about him when they should be focusing their energies elsewhere. Harry
said to himself. He reached under his bed and pulled out a piece of parchment
and a quill.
Hello, it’s me,
Harry. I had a dream tonight about an Apahas Denew. I was wondering who he is?
In my dream Voldemort killed him. It was terrible. He also killed five other
people and called Apahas a traitor. He is gaining power, isn’t he? Please tell
Harry stared at it.
It looked okay, but he hadn’t explained the dream. He didn’t want to relive it,
so he had to keep out the details. Knowing Sirius he would probably see through
the whole simple letter. He would know there was more to it and be worried. He
would probably Dumbledore too, but Harry had to chance it.
Harry quickly went
over to Hedwig’s cage and opened it. Hedwig hooted appreciatively and flew to
Harry’s bed. Harry tied the letter to her leg and said, “Take this to Remus,
OK? Be very careful.”
opened the window and watched Hedwig fly out into the night sky. He stood there
a few minutes before a lapping of wings above his head startled him. He
immediately moved away from the window and watched as four owls swooped into
his room and perched themselves upon his bed. Harry recognized one as Pig,
Ron’s feisty little owl. He also recognized two others as belonging to the
school, the fourth was from Hermione. He grabbed up the package from Hermione
first. It was heavy and wrapped in Happy Birthday paper. He opened it to find a
book on Quidditch, the favorite sport of the Wizarding World. *wizarding world
should not be capitalized* Harry opened it and watched as players zoomed back
and forth on the page. He then picked up a note, which had fallen from the
it’s Hermione. I got your present in Bulgaria
when I went to visit Viktor. He was an absolute monster. He never once got my
name right and his parents hated me because I supported Ireland at the Quidditch World Cup last year.
Honestly, can you believe that! Viktor was terrible. All he cared about was
what his parents thought and of course avoiding the public. I must have spent
half the time running from reporter after reporter. It turns out he already had
a girlfriend, Janice. was absolutely mean. She constantly made fun of me. She
said Viktor was only nice to me so I could tutor him! Isn’t that terrible? Oh,
sorry! Enough about me; its *it’s – it is* your birthday! I hope its *it’s – it
is* been great! Happy Birthday Harry! Please reply to me. I hope I’ll be at the
Weasley’s but Ron is still being a hot head! Honestly, he returns all my
looked at the letter amazed. Viktor Krum was complete jerk. Poor Hermione. Ron
was overreacting. He just didn’t get it. Hermione must be devastated. He acts
like he doesn’t care about her. It takes Ron forever to get things through his
thick skull. Especially when he was mad.
turned and picked up the package from Ron. He opened it to find boxes of
chocolate frogs. Some were empty! Harry laughed at the thought of Ron stuffing
his face as he wrapped Harry’s gift. Harry picked up a letter sticking out of
an empty box.
you know what Hermione had the nerve to do? She sent me seven letters with
Viktor Krum’s bloody owl. The envelopes were all Bulgarian red too! Really I
don’t know what knid of stunt she’s pulling Why does she insist on being with
Krum? I’ve started an I hate Icky Vicky club practically! Harry can you knock
some sense into her. Tell her if she still likes Viktor then she isn’t welcome
at the Burrow. Oops, sorry Harry! I just had to get that out! Happy Birthday
Harry! I can’t wait until you come to visit the Burrow!
groaned. He was going to be stuck in the middle of their row. Harry knew Ron
liked Hermione and he knew Hermione liked Ron. Why couldn’t they reach that
conclusion? “Stubborn idiots,” he muttered jealously. They would be the perfect
couple when they finally figured out each other’s feelings. He, on the other
hand, dreaded that day. He would just be the third person with no special bond.
“Great, just great,” Harry muttered chewing on a chocolate frog. Harry turned
to grab an extremely heavy package from Hagrid.
tell you were I am. It’s business but I made you some nice rock cakes for you
birthday, Harry. Hope you like them. Happy Birthday!
groaned and tossed the rock cakes onto the bed. How can Hagrid eat these? Harry
reached for the final owl and untied his school letter from its leg. He immediately
looked at his supply list.
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Harry threw the supply list on his bed and quickly opened the
board beneath his bed. He then shoved all the stuff under it and went to bed.
He couldn’t wait until tomorrow. Ron and the Weasleys were going to pick him up
by Floo Powder. He was snoring within ten minutes.