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Harry Potter and the Book of Days	By : Stoeffl Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three
Breaking Curses

Harry was barely able to avoid tumbling down when he appeared in the Weasley's kitchen. He was greeted with the sight of four red heads. Mrs Weasley, Ron's mother, embraced him lovingly and stroked his head.

"Poor boy. After a school year like your last, you have to stay with those rude Muggles. I'm sure they didn't feed you properly - look how thin you are. But don't worry; I'll make us all something nice for lunch."

The worried woman turned Harry round and round to take a closer look at him, and he was afraid he might get all dizzy if she didn't stop soon. Fortunately, Ron came to his aide and rescued Harry from his mother's grasp.

"Mum, really, stop treating Harry like a baby. He is the same age as I am, and you don't act like some mother hen over me." Ron was feeling clearly embarrassed by his mother's behaviour. He grabbed Harry's right hand and dragged him to the door, passing Bill, who at at the kitchen table.

The oldest Weasley brother was amused and sported a grin. Ron shot his brother a sour look, leaving for his room. It would be Harry's, too, for the remainder of the holiday.

The two young wizards climbed the stairs, carrying Harry's heavy trunk, Hedwig's cage, and the broom. Passing Percy's, door they could hear sounds emanating from the inside. It sounded like Percy was forging something in his room. Harry turned to Ron and shot him a questioning look.

Ron turned his eyes heavenwards and sighed exasperatedly.

"Remember last year and his cauldron bottoms? Well, if you thought that was bad, believe me, this year is much worse. His report was a great success, and now he's been commissioned to design the prototype of the International Standard Cauldron. You know, right bottom thickness and all that stuff. He's spent weeks in his room measuring different European and imported cauldrons, testing their resistance to fire and potions, improving his prototype. This constant hammering and his never-ending monologues about the ‘importance of the right temperature of the fire for the forging' are really getting on everybody's nerves."

Harry spun round and stared at Percy's door when he heard a loud boom, but when Ron showed no intention of inquiring what had happened in the room, he decided that it was nothing serious.

They heaved Harry's trunk under his bed and put the owl cage next Pigwidgeon's. Harry felt happiness flood him as the orange of Ron's room overloaded his senses. Chudley Cannons posters plastered the walls, bathing the room in an orange glow.

"What do you say about some flying? You know, we could ask Bill to come with us. We would be able to play Quidditch."

"Sure. I'd love to."

The two of them pounded down the stairs and returned to the kitchen where they had left the rest of the Weasleys. Ron's mum stirred some kind of sauce in a big pot with her wand, talking to her husband.

"I told Cecilia not to worry about it. Who knows, maybe it will be cleared up and all this fuss will have been completely useless."

She summoned a cooking book, ‘Enchanting Entrées and Magical Main Courses' (by Joelle Mignon) and leafed through it for the right spell.

"Hm, you're probably right, Molly, but she definitely should not take the whole incident lightly. One can never know what is going to happen, and if she's going to ignore the reactions, she might get into trouble." Mr Weasley ignored the Daily Prophet in his hands, watching his wife while he spoke to her. His expression darkened as he thought about something uncomfortable. "I think I'm going to ask Sean if he knows what she could do about it."

Harry and Ron ignored the two parents and their obviously pressing matters and left the kitchen in search of Bill. They found him in the garden, de-gnoming it. The long-haired Weasley heard them approach and turned to face them. He smiled warmly.

"How are you doing, Harry?"

"Fine - or let's say, now I'm doing fine." Harry caught a grey-skinned gnome, who tried to hide behind a bush, swung it over his head, and sent it flying over the garden fence. He knew that soon the whole garden would be infested with the small creatures again, but it was a temporary improvement.

"Bill, Harry and I are going to practise flying. Do you want to come with us?" asked Ron, hoping that his older brother would join them so that they could play some Quiddtich.

"Sure." Bill threw the last gnome over the fence and went inside to fetch Ron's and his brooms. He returned only a short time later with a tattered looking broomstick and a Skyrocket 5.4. The latter was unmistakeably Bill's.

Harry studied the newer broom and noticed to his surprise that the handle was more curved than the one of his Firebolt. The wood used for the handle was dark, and the whole broom looked heavier than any Harry had ever seen.

"That's quite an interesting broom you've got. A Skyrocket 5.4? What kind of design is that?"

"Well, it's an American broom. It's especially designed for Seekers. You see, the deeper curve ensures that the flyer doesn't fall off the broomstick that easily, and the metal core inside the handle adds some weight to the broom, so it has a better acceleration than others."

Bill handed the old broom to Ron, and the three of them made their way to the field behind the house.

"Hurry up boys, it's ten already. You're going to be late!" Mrs Weasley tucked her head back into the kitchen where she prepared some breakfast for Ron and Harry. She zapped some fresh baked rolls and orange juice onto the table and busied herself with the tea.

Harry followed Ron to the breakfast table, blinking tiredly at the food heaped on it. He had not gotten much sleep, since he and Ron had played chess till four o'clock in the morning. Of course, he had lost, but it had been a lot of fun and more challenging than playing with oneself like he had done at Privet Drive.

Ever since he had come to the Burrow, Harry had spent his time with flying, playing wizard chess, and listening to Bill's stories about his job. Today they would visit Fred and George, and he would finally be able to see the infamous Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. He was happy that he had given the Triwizard money to the twins, which had enabled them to fulfill their wish to have their own joke shop.

"Mum, when will we meet you and dad at the ‘Leaky Cauldron'?" Ron shoved a spoon of cornflakes in his mouth while asking his question, which earned him a disapproving look from his mother. Quickly, he swallowed and stared a his bowl of cereal.

Mrs Weasley put the teapot on the table and sat down for her own breakfast.

"Your father and I are going to be at the Cauldron at two, but don't worry. I told Bill where to find us. He promised to take care that none of you get into trouble . If I hear anything like the stunt you pulled the last time, you won't have to worry about school anytime soon, you hear me?" She glared at Ron, who seemed to disappear under the table.

Harry watched the scene with interest, not knowing what that was all about. He was curious about what had happened the last time Ron had been at his brothers' shop, but he thought it would be better to ask Ron when Mrs Weasley was not present.

Harry continued his breakfast and took a look at the front page of the Daily Prophet, and he had just started reading an article (‘Wombbag says No; How will it all continue?'), when Bill entered.

"Morning, everybody." Bill sat down next to his mother and poured himself a cup of tea. He started buttering a roll and hummed a song.

"Morning, Bill." Mrs Weasley released Ron from her glare and turned to her oldest son.

"Dad told me to ask you if you could take the pendulum with you. He forgot it and doesn't want me to take it with me to Cecilia's."

"Sure."

Ron had crawled back on his chair from under the table and took up where he had stopped with his cornflakes. Casting a quick look at the backside of the Daily Prophet Harry was reading, he let his spoon drop in surprise. Ron grabbed the paper and eagerly started to read the article he had found.

"What is it?" Harry asked, surprised. He was not used to Ron being interested in newspapers.

"Here, read this," Ron told him, handing back the paper.

Chudley Cannons fight their way into Major League

Last Friday at their game against the Beating Beavers, the Cannons surprised everybody with their glorious victory.

Beatrice Goal, one of the Cannons' Chasers, scored sixty points in the first seven minutes of the game. After the Cannons' Seeker caught the Golden Snitch in the thirtieth minute, the game ended with a score of two-hundred and fifty to twenty for the Cannons.

'Major League, here we come,' was Cannons coach Martin Breakbone's answer when asked what he thought about this great victory.

The Cannons ensured their promotion to the Major league with six victories in a row this season. This is the first time ever that the Cannons have played in this division. Let us wish them good luck.

"Chudley Cannons rule!" roared an ecstatic Ron as he danced through the kitchen.

Harry grinned at his friend and watched the entertaining display of Ron jumping on his chair and hopping up and down.

Unfortunately, while doing so Ron hit the table and sent his bowl of cereal, the cup of tea, and his glass filled with orange juice flying to the floor, after spilling the majority of their contents on Mrs Weasley's lap.

The red-haired woman shot up from her chair and grabbed the now silent and shocked boy. Her eyes glinted dangerously.

"Ronald Weasley, what do you think you're doing? Have you completely lost your mind?"

Ron desperately searched for something reasonable to say, but in his momentarily state of shock he was unable to utter a single word.

"Now look at the time. We have to go if we don't want to be late." Bill grabbed Ron's and Harry's hands and dragged them to the fireplace. Throwing some Floo powder into the flames, he shoved Ron into them.

"See you at the Cauldron at two. Bye, mum."

Harry and Ron had already left for the Diagon Alley, and Bill took the silver pendulum lying on the mantelpiece, pocketing it before he stepped into the green fire. With a loud "Diagon Alley," he left a dirty and stunned Mrs Weasley standing in the kitchen.

Harry, Ron and Bill were barely able to enter the shop, which was stuffed with wizards and witches. Every now and then, two persons would start a verbal fight because one had tramped on the other's foot. A witch with a huge handbag knocked out a little girl, standing next to her, when she tried to turn round to her husband who was completely engrossed with something that looked like jars of pickled toes.

Harry stared at all the interesting things that were on display. On the cupboard next to him were bowls and jars filled with things looking like sweets, but Harry knew all too well that these ‘sweets' were nothing like that. Dudley had been the unwitting tester for one of these sweets. After having eaten a Ton-Tongue Toffee, his tongue had grown to an impressive length of four feet.

Calvuring Caramels, Germinating Gum, and Freezing Fudge were some of the many different names on the various plates, bowls and jars. Harry took one of the Calvuring Caramels and studied it closely.

"I wouldn't try one of them if I were you," warned Ron, who had watched Harry's actions. "They last quite a long time. I think Fred told me that the longest they've ever lasted was two weeks."

"What do they do?" asked Harry, curious about the caramels' effects.

"You go bald if you eat them. They gave one to mum once, and she had to wear a wig for three days before it wore off."

Harry imagined a bald Mrs Weasley and started to snicker at the mental picture.

The two boys followed Bill to the back of the shop, where they found the twins. The two brothers had stuck their heads into some kind of box, and laughter could be heard. Bill approached Fred and George and tapped lightly on Fred's shoulder.

The surprised wizard tried to jump back and tug his head out of the box at the same time, hitting his head with his brother's in the process and finally unbalancing himself and his twin. With a loud thud the two, red-heads fell down, the box still over their heads.

Harry and Ron shared an amused look and grinned at the now untangling brothers. George heaved the box from their heads and put it on a workbench next to him. He shot Bill an angry look but started smiling as soon as he noticed Harry.

"Hi, Harry! Great that you're finally visiting Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. So, how do you like our shop?"

Fred, who had now gotten up from the floor, blew Bill a raspberry and turned to George and Harry. The twins looked at him expectantly.

"It's terrific!" Harry answered honestly. It was true; he loved the shop and every one of the twins' inventions.

"Um, what were you two doing when we came in?" Ron stared at the box George had put aside. He was more than a little curious what his brothers had been laughing about.

"Look, who's here. If it isn't the Havocking Hair Abuser." Fred, George, and Bill started laughing, making Ron blush a violent shade of red.

Harry looked from the laughing bothers to the blushing one and tried to find out what everybody was talking about.

"So, what is it the two of you have been doing?" Ron repeated.

"Well, what you see here is an invention called MR. The name is short for Magic Realm, and it enables a wizard or a witch to enter never seen realms. You can play games in these realms, too." Fred proudly handed the box over to Ron, who carefully studied it.

"You mean that's VR for wizards and witches?" Harry longingly stared at the box in Ron's hands.

Fred and George looked at one another in confusion.

"What's a VR?" asked George finally.

Harry tore his gaze from the MR and faced the twins.

"I never saw a VR system myself, but it's a Muggle thing, short for Virtual Reality. You can play games, and it looks like you're inside the game. It's very cool. As far as I know, it's got something to do with computers."

The twins stared at him, open-mouthed. Bill nodded in agreement and removed himself from the wall he had been leaning against. He went over to Ron and took the MR out of his hands, taking a closer look.

"Yea, I heard about something like that, myself."

The sudden silence ended abruptly when a shout was heard from the shop.

Harry and Ron followed Bill to the Leaky Cauldron. Diagon Alley was filled with wizards and witches on their errands to purchase all kinds of magical items and ingredients.

"What was Fred talking about when he called you Havocking Hair Abuser?" Harry was determined to find out what all the Weasleys had been talking about today.

Ron's mood changed from happy to embarrassed, and he stared at his toes as if he was about to find something of interest down there. He mumbled something and tucked his hands into his pockets.

Harry stopped in his tracks and folded his arms over his chest.

"Well, the last time I visited Fred and George, they were promoting their newest item, Hilarious Hats. You know, hats that look like a bird's nest or some drowned rat, quite funny. Fred had put them on mannequins that looked like stuffed witches. When I saw a hat I liked, I wanted to take the hat down but ..."

"They were hair, instead," concluded Harry with an amused grin.

Ron nodded weakly. "But not just anybody's hair. When the person turned round, I stood face to face with Mrs Fiona Fudge."

Harry burst out laughing, holding his aching stomach. He couldn't believe it - Ron had tried to rip out Mrs Fudge's, the Minister of Magic's wife, hair because it looked like a dead, no like a drowned rat. Harry had a hard time trying to avoid breaking down in the middle of the alley because of lack of air. He forced himself to take a deep breath.

"Harry, please! That's not funny. You can't imagine how embarrassed my mother was when it happened," wailed Ron.

This caused Harry to laugh even more, and it took several minutes before the two could continue their way to the "�Leaky Cauldron'. Although they had lost Bill during their little incident, they were still able to find it. In front of the pub, Ron's brother waited for them.

"What took the both of you so long?"

"Ron just told me how he got his nice nickname," answered Harry, fighting to keep a straight face.

Bill smirked and took the lead to the waiting parents.

Bill, Ron, and Harry sat on the field, their broomsticks lying next to them. Because of the hot weather, they had decided to take a short break. This had been two hours ago, but neither of the two younger wizards had noticed how much time had already gone by.

"So what did you do? How did you find the right curse key?" Harry craved every word Bill told them. He had never had a sibling - Dudley and the Dursleys didn't count as family - and he loved listening to Ron's older brother and the adventures he had found.

"I knew, of course, that it had to be of Egyptian origin, so I recalled every Egyptian curse I had ever heard of. The most important rule of curse breaking is to find out about as many curses as possible whenever you come to a new country, because there are never two countries with similar ones. When I recognised it, I made the counter curse. This is quite difficult and often very dangerous. A lot of treasure chambers' security curses self-destruct the whole premise if you don't get it right the first time. When I had broken it, I reported back to the R-team, and they brought the treasures out of the chamber and home to Gringotts."

"But how do you break a curse?" asked Harry curiously. He was sure that after finishing school he wanted to become a curse breaker.

"Before I explain to you how to break a curse, you have to understand what a curse is. It's not just some words and a little bit of magic. No, it's much more." Bill tried hard to find the right words for his explanation.

"When you cast a curse, you spin a magical web around an object. You completely close it off from its environment. Imagine it like wrapping the chamber, statue, or person in the magic of the curse, and you tie it together with the words. Now, if you break a curse, you sever the tie of the words, and the magical wrapping falls off. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" He looked at the Ron and Harry questioningly.

Both of the younger wizards nodded reassuringly. Yes, they had understood, and yes, this was not just cool - it was absolutely wicked.

"Now come on, you two future curse breakers, if you want to play some more Quidditch, we'll have to do it now because dinner's in an hour."

The three mounted their broomsticks and started a new game.

Harry dreamed.

He saw somebody in front of him. Black hair caught his gaze, and the silky shine of the soft strands entranced him. He reached out to touch it and felt the hair softly brush his fingertips.

Slowly and cautiously, he tried to approach the figure, but all was dark and it seemed like his feet were tied to the ground.

"Cho." Harry softly called out her name to make her turn to him, but she didn't hear.

"Cho?"

Finally he was able to move over to the figure, and he took her by the shoulders and turned her around. Strangely, he couldn't see her face. The front of the person looked all blurred. All he could make out were familiar black eyes. Harry felt himself drown in those bottomless depths.

Carefully, he stroked the silken hair again, brushing a loose strand behind an ear. His hands traced the unrecognisable face in front of him. He tried to see with his fingers what his eyes couldn't. The contours were neither soft nor sharp. It felt like an interesting face, and Harry inched nearer, closing the distance between them.

"Whoever you are, you are very beautiful." Harry could feel his face heat up with a blush. Even in his dreams he was too shy to simply admit his feelings.

Slowly, he brushed his lips against the spot where he supposed the other's mouth was and tried a light kiss. The lips felt like soft, silky rose petals and tasted like vanilla.

Drawing back a little bit, Harry ran his tongue over his own lips, tasting the other on them. He closed the distance again and tried for another kiss, this time a little bit more forceful. When the other answered Harry's probing tongue with opening the lips, permitting him entrance, he felt comfortable warmth spreading inside his stomach.

This warmth turned into scorching heat, which centred itself in his groin, when the kiss deepened and turned into a battle for dominance.

Harry had to break the kiss to take a breath but dived back for more as soon as his lungs had filled with air. Harry felt himself melt into the other's arms, which had embraced him now, pulling him closely to a hot, hard body.

He noticed that his mysterious lover had no breasts. It felt like a man's chest. Strangely, this revelation only increased Harry's attraction to the stranger.

The other's body heat penetrated Harry, making his already burning body ache with desire.

Harry's hands started roaming down the other's frame, brushing lightly against soft skin. He pressed as closely into the other body as he could and licked a path from the corner of the mouth to the jawbone, down the throat and to the shoulder, where he bit down teasingly.

The body arched into Harry's, in the process brushing an erection against his own.

Harry hissed and started sucking at the bruised skin, tracing patterns with his tongue on the shoulder, then on the chest.

Strong hands stroked down Harry's sides, stopping at his hips and holding them still. Suddenly he began to rub their erections together, creating an ever increasing friction.

Harry felt everything tighten in his groin, and his erect member rose even higher. Harry's breathing became unsteady. He gripped the other man's arms and held on to them as he felt his knees go weak.

His eyes rolled back into his head, and his mouth hang open when the unbearable tension was released with an incredible orgasm. Harry felt all strength leave him, and the strong arms captured and held him.

Never in his whole life had Harry felt so secure and at home like he felt in the arms of this mysterious man.

When Harry woke the next morning, he felt cold, wet pyjama bottoms clinging to him. Curious, he raised his blanket, only to drop it hastily once he saw the reason for the cold wetness. Shocked, Harry stared at the wall in front of him.

What had happened during the night?

A dream about Cho?

Harry just couldn't remember what had led to this embarrassing situation.

Silently, he sneaked out of bed and left for the bathroom. He dearly hoped that he wouldn't meet anybody at this time of the morning.

When he passed Percy's room a loud bang made him jump, and Harry looked round nervously to ensure that nobody was there who could see him in this unfavourable condition. The noises inside the room increased, and afraid that they might attract the attention of one of the Weasleys, he sprinted to the bathroom. There, Harry stepped out of the pyjama bottoms and started washing them.

"So tell me, have you been to the Wheezes, Harry?" Hermione slammed two huge books on the kitchen table and sat down at it. She opened the brown book, looking for something she wanted to show Harry and Ron.

Two thankfully dreamless nights after the embarrassing incident, Hermione had arrived at the Burrow. She had showed them two packs of photos she had taken in Japan. Proudly, she had told them about all the Magical and Muggle attractions they had seen and been to.

"Yes, we've been there once," answered Harry, laughing about his memories of the funny visit at the twins' shop.

"The two of them have invented something they call MR. It's like VR for wizards, quite cool. Unfortunately, we had no time to test it because there was a bit of a problem."

"You bet. Man, I thought they were going to kill one another." Ron read an article in the Daily Prophet about the next match of the Chudley Cannons.

"Why? What had happened?" inquired a now curious Hermione. She had stopped her search and eyed the two boys questioningly.

"A man had dropped a Ton-Tongue Toffee, and someone's dog ate it. The dog was just a small poodle, but its tongue was twelve feet long by the time Fred and George started shrinking it."

"The stupid animal tried to shower everybody with doggy kisses," Ron snickered from behind his newspaper.

Harry burst out laughing.

"You should have seen them, covered in drool. They looked like they had fallen into a lake or something."

Hermione chuckled, imagining the unfortunates who had been soaked with dog saliva.

"But aren't dogs not supposed to enter a shop?" Hermione asked shortly after.

"Yea, that's why the real tumult started afterwards. They accused the owner of the dog of being irresponsible, and when he called them names and insulted them, they started fighting."

"Man, I'm telling you, that was a hell of a fight. Pity Malfoy wasn't the dog's owner. I would have loved to see him get beaten up like that." Ron's eyes had gotten a distant and dreamy look as he pictured their archenemy in this situation. A happy smile spread his face.

Harry and Hermione looked amused at Ron and one another and started roaring with laughter, bringing Ron back into reality. The red-head smiled sheepishly and returned to his article.

"One is allowed to have dreams," could be heard mumbled behind the Daily Prophet.

"So, Hermione, what is it you wanted to show us?" Harry tried to take a look at the book which lay in front of her.

"Well in the Potions assignment we had to write, there was mentioned Avalon, the first British school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I was so fascinated about it that I decided to do some further research and read a couple of additional books."

Harry raised an eyebrow, pondering the words ‘a couple of;' dozens was more likely with Hermione. He was sure that she had already read every book that had ever been written about this topic or that so much as mentioned it. Harry was curious what Hermione had found that she wanted to show him and Ron.

"Ah, here it is. Read this paragraph." Hermione shoved the open book over to Harry, pointing at the bottom paragraph.

One of the major subjects in Avalon was the fine Art of Potion Brewing. The famous Cortina Coculum, greatest Potions Mistress of her time, was a teacher at the school. Her speciality was the brewing of medical potions, and the passing test of her classes was the brewing of the ‘Curatio Vulnus'. Coculum also collected many recipes on her travels. The most interesting potion recipe that came into her possession was the ‘Potio Immortalitas'. This draught of immortality was brought to Avalon by a wandering wizard who got it from an order in Egypt. The last Taliesin, Merlin, added this recipe to ‘The Book of Days', his chronicle about the school. Unfortunately, both, the book and the origin vanished when Merlin died.

"Draught of Immortality?" Harry stared at Hermione.

"Thank Merlin that this book is no more. Imagine if Voldemort got hold of it."

A cold shiver ran down their spines, and the former cheerful atmosphere had disappeared, leaving a heavy silence.

"Now, are you happy to start with your fifth class?" Mrs Weasley asked the three friends, who sat at the dinner table together with the other Weasleys.

It was the evening before their return to Hogwarts, and they had to get up early next morning to get to Kings Cross station.

"I'm curious who'll be the new DADA teacher," Harry wondered aloud, shovelling peas and rice on his plate.

It had been a topic they had constantly discussed during the last week. Nobody knew anything about the new teacher. Not even Mr Weasley had been able to tell them anything about it. Well, tomorrow they would find out. Hopefully Dumbledore had been more successful with his choice than the years before. So far they had had a Voldemort-possessed stutterer, a narcissistic author, and a mad Death Eater. The only good teacher had been Remus, but he had had to leave as soon as it had been revealed that he was a werewolf.

"Well, it can't get any worse, can it?" asked Ron, hoping dearly that he was right.

Dinner ended a short time after, and everybody went to bed, anxious for the next day to come.
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