Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Shadows of the Past	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 12317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer – We do not own “Harry Potter,” “the Silmarillion,” and “the Hobbit.” We don't make any money for this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Author’s Note - Rogerat and I are so amazed and happy with the reception the story is getting so far. You guys have been awesome, and we thank you so much for your kind words and for giving the story a chance. Merry Christmas, Blessed Solstice, and happy holidays from both of us to all of you!

Disclaimer – We do not own “Harry Potter,” “the Hobbit,” or “the Silmarillion.” We don’t make money from this either.

Chapter Three - Boggart Disaster

The classroom had been decorated with all kinds of interesting teaching aids, but everyone was quick to notice that the desks had been removed. Before any comment could be made on it, their teacher came out of a side room and smiled at the group.

“Before I call roll, I shall introduce myself to you. I am Professor Lupin, a graduate of Hogwarts, and I shall be your teacher for this year. While I am fairly easy going, I will not have any of the house rivalries in this classroom; we are here to learn so that you can protect yourself in the future. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir,” everyone said together.

“Very good,” he replied, then began calling roll.

Once that was done, he looked to his students to begin the lesson he had prepared for the day.

“This class will have more practical work than you have been used to,” he began. “Today we will start with a creature that, while fairly simple to handle, can be rather insidious in how it works. Who can tell me what a boggart is?”

As usual, Hermione was eager to show what she knew for a teacher and raised her hand. The teacher called on her, and she answered in a clear voice.

“A boggart is a creature that takes on the form of what you fear most.”

“Very good, Miss Granger,” the teacher replied. “Now, the best way to handle one of these is laughter. This creature cannot abide laughter; it weakens it. So, when you come across one and it takes the form of something you are afraid of, picture something utterly silly with that image, and then use the following incantation.”

After giving it to them with the proper wand movement, he had them repeat it several times, making sure everyone could pronounce the word properly before levitating a trunk out into the center of the classroom. Neville was first to go against the creature, and the whole class got into a serious laughing fit at seeing his boggart first transform into Snape, only to suddenly become dressed in some clothes that Neville’s grandmother was known to wear according to himself.

A few other students went after Neville, and then Hari stepped up to take her turn. The boggart shifted a few moments as if undecided what form it should take. A blond male soon was seen with piercing golden eyes that seemed to stare right into her soul. Seconds later, that figure disappeared into an eye, wreathed in flames, with rings circling around it.

“No....no...no...”

Hari whispered in growing horror as a larger ring was seen in the middle of the eye’s pupil, and her heart seemed to spasm in her chest. She knew this for some reason but didn’t know why. Words in two languages, one Hari somewhat recognized, filled the classroom. That was when she screamed a blood-freezing scream filled with terror; something no one had heard ever from her before she cried out words that made no sense to the group.

“NO!! NO, NO NO!! GET AWAY FROM ME, ANNATAR!!”

She tried to throw herself back, to get away but was frozen in fear, her green eyes wide and unable to look away from the burning eye of fire. Realizing she couldn’t react, Ron put himself in between his friend and the boggart. The creature immediately shifted into the form of the giant spider that haunted his dreams, and he cast the incantation that soon had roller skates on each leg, causing it to spin wildly before falling. Lupin took the chance to temporarily seal the boggart in a wardrobe close-by, alarmed by her extreme reaction.

“Hari!”

What was meant to be a calming touch on her shoulder from Hermione had the opposite effect on her. As if the touch broke a trance, Hari jumped in fright before running out from the classroom.

“Miss Granger, go after her and escort her to the hospital wing. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longbottom will bring your things there,” he ordered, not commenting when she ran out of the classroom.

As the class continued, the students stared at each other and not even Malfoy dared to comment on the reaction their famous classmate had given to the boggart. Clearly it was something she was terrified of, and the eye had actually frightened more than just Hari.

Hari ran until that she came to one of the girl’s toilets, namely the one which was haunted by the absent Moaning Myrtle where she lost her breakfast. She was still being sick when Hermione came in, and the bushy haired girl pulled a few pieces of paper towel out of the dispenser and dampened them. One was settled on the back of Hari’s neck while the other was used to clean her friend’s face.

Hermione said nothing, letting her calm down before helping Hari to her feet.

“We’re going to the hospital wing,” she said. “You need a calming potion and something to settle your stomach. If Madam Pomfrey is all right with letting you go after that, we’ll get you something light to eat before going outside for some sunshine to help you relax.”

“No...not outside...not outside...he will come...he will come…!”

Hari did not know why she spoke like that, instinctively knowing that the blonde man was a danger, far more deadly than what Voldemort was. She had a growing feeling of needing to hide underground, somewhere deep, in a place built of stone...like the Chamber of Secrets.

Her friend looked her in the eye for a moment before nodding.

“Okay, not outside,” she promised. “However, you do need a calming potion and something to help your stomach so we’re going to the hospital wing now like the professor said. Neville and Ron are bringing our bags to us after class. Think you can make it if you lean on me?”

Hari nodded faintly, not trusting herself to speak much yet, and she leaned into her friend as they left the bathroom to head to the hospital wing. Once they reached the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey greeted them and helped the girl reach a bed.

The medi-witch ran a few scans and frowned.

“You are magically exhausted, young lady,” she said. “What happened?”

“On the lesson...boggart…blonde man...an eye of fire...” Hari gasped, feeling like she would faint.

“Hari faced the boggart and had a very bad reaction to what the creature showed her,” Hermione explained, seeing that the other girl was too emotional to make much sense.

Madam Pomfrey ran another scan, frowning even more. She shook her head, summoning several potions.

“Take this first,” she said, handing her a vial. “It’s a calming potion. Boggart? A boggart should not be making her react like this. You can go, Miss Granger. Miss Potter will be staying the night, and I will make sure her teachers know she will not be in her afternoon classes.”

Hari made a face. Great, it was only the first day back at Hogwarts and she was already landed in the hospital wing.

“Yes, Madam Pomfrey, may I return later with her assignments?”

“I’d prefer you didn’t,” she answered Hermione. “She needs rest, and fretting over assignments will not allow her to do so.”

There was something haunting in the way Hari’s eyes looked, and Madam Pomfrey did not like it at all. She had seen a lot of things, but this was something she’d not come across during her many years as a medi-witch. The matron would do what she could to help her rest and allow her magical core to recover; she just hoped that the poor child would eventually be able to have a school year without something going wrong.

The reaction Hari had reported was unusual, and she knew there was no reason for the girl’s core to be so depleted. There were, of course, rare cases where a dark spirit took control over a magical child because of its magical powers, which caused a magical core to drain fast, but it was nearly unheard of since the World War II, where Muggles and Wizard-kind alike had been the victims of a lot of spirits unable to be laid to rest because of horrible deaths or very dark powers. Her scans were not showing any signs of this though, and the matron was not pleased to have more questions than answers show up.

“Not outside...dangerous...safe...hidden...underground…”

The way Hari mumbled to herself, as if she tried to talk herself into accepting something, was odd too.

Madam Pomfrey frowned, finally spelling the calming potion into her patient’s stomach when it became apparent the child wasn’t able to take it herself. She also added a few others, not liking how disconnected the girl was from reality. The matron heard the other girl leave, and she kept herself focused on her patient.

The news about Hari’s reaction to the boggart did not remain hidden by the students at Hogwarts. As Hermione walked to the library, Ron hurried up to her with the report that people were already gossiping about their friend’s issues in DADA that morning.

“Oh great! I tend to forget that Hogwarts means no privacy when people need it,” she grumbled, calming when the redhead put a hand on her shoulder.

“If it gets too bad, we’ll set them straight,” he promised. “Now, what are we looking for? How is she?”

“Not too good, she went into some form of shock afterward and got sick in the girl’s bathroom. I get the feeling that the blonde man and that eye of fire are more frightening for Hari than the idea of facing Voldemort.”

“She’s never freaked out that much, even when Voldemort was involved,” he pointed out as they entered the library. “So where are we starting?”

“Dreams,” Hermione said. “We’ll start there, and see what we find. One way or another, we’re going to get her the answers she needs.”

Ron nodded, this was not normal, not the way Hari dreamed or her reaction to the boggart. He might not be the smartest one of his many siblings, but he knew more things than what people believed from his school grades. It just needed to be something that caught his attention in a good way.

“Hey, Hermione. Speaking of dreams, I just remembered that I once heard Bill mention something that dreams sometimes actually can be linked to a past life. It can be someone a person misses without really remembering who they are. With that logic, you’d think she would have been dreaming about someone who makes her happy instead of screaming in terror,” Ron said, putting down several thick books about the subject of dreams on a table.

“What is the stance of the wizarding world on reincarnation as well as soulmates,” she asked, tugging some books down before sitting at the table.

“Well, I have read about some so-called “Dream mediums” or “Dream seers” who are said to be able to open up a door to the other side for a small time, but reincarnation? I don’t remember what Bill said about it; I overheard part of the conversation, but I was nearly half-asleep and only eight years old back then!” Ron groaned, running fingers through his hair in anger over that he had not listened better.

“The fact that you remembered that at all is good,” she said, frowning at the books before getting up. “See what you can find here; I’m going to see if there’s any books on past lives and reincarnation. There’s gotta be something!”

Ron nodded, opening one of the books to the index, trying to see if the book had anything on dreams of past lives while Hermione went to look for any material on the subject they’d been discussing.

It took her a while, but she came back with four books. Two were rather thick, and the other two looked to be more like published essays on the subject.

“Madam Pince said this was all Hogwarts had on the topic,” she said, sinking into a seat. “I may have to write home and ask my mother to do some research for me. She’s into this kind of thing.”

“Can you ask her if the name Annatar can be found too? That was the name Hari screamed so it’s got to mean something,” he suggested.

“I can try, but that’s not exactly a muggle name. It sounds like something out of a fantasy novel honestly,” she answered, opening a book.

“Well, we suffered a war with a lunatic naming himself Voldemort so it might mean something, don’t you think? Anyway, it seems to explain why Hari hates blonde guys like Malfoy: it’s possible there’s a memory of a blonde guy harming her once, perhaps when she was really small. From what I saw in old newspapers, Voldemort was more snake-like in his face and bald during the last part of his life. That blonde guy was handsome in an inhuman way.”

With that comment said, Ron looked through another book.

Hermione didn’t really answer, taking notes occasionally as she read through the books. They’d been at it for nearly two hours before her posture changed, and she looked up at her friend.

“I think I found it. According to this author, Nicholas Weatherby, every soul does not go to heaven or hell after death. It’s the belief of those who study the ancient religions that a soul continues on into the next life once it has a brief time to rest from the pains of the one it just left. It’s his belief that this world is not the only one created; he thinks that there are worlds all over the place and souls move from one world to another if something needs to be learned or achieved in a different world from where the soul had originally been,” she said to him.

Ron frowned, listening to her explain what she was reading. It made sense, especially given what they’d seen and heard. As far as he knew, rings and fiery eyes were not common in magical history here. When he pointed this out, Hermione nodded, making notes on that too.

“We’ve got a few more hours,” he said. “Let’s keep reading so we can have answers for Hari when she gets out of hospital wing?”

The pair went back to work, hoping their friend would get the rest she needed while they went through the research.

Unknown to her two best friends, Hari had once again fallen asleep and in her dreams, she could hear an argument.

“I am not coming with you!”

“Are you defying me, son!? Are you forsaking the quest to reclaim your grandfather’s greatest treasure?”

“Not when it is a path filled with the blood of our own relatives! Finrod was your own cousin, for Eru’s sake! No, Curufinwë Atarinkë, you are no longer a father of mine! The father who once raised me is no more, he died the moment you and all my uncles chose to swear the oath that will end your lives!”

“Telpërinquar, I am warning you…!”

“No, from this moment on, I forsake the House of my birth! I will not take part in an oath which will end up destroying us! I am not going to allow the Dark Lord a chance use our own words against our kin, to become Kinslayers once more!”

Hari suddenly opened her eyes, awakening from the dreams. It was the voice from her dream when the dementor had arrived on the train. Only that this time, it had sounded angry, honestly furious to the point that the male owner likely would have been at a high risk to lash out towards someone or something. There was something about that angry voice made her heart ache with sorrow and regret as if someone close to her had passed away a long time ago and the pain still remained if dulled. It was a pain she didn’t understand since she did not even know who he was!

Dark Lord - was she haunted by Dark Lords everywhere? It wasn’t fair, she thought. Life should not be so full of dangerous people, especially when they target a child. She should be enjoying school, not trying to fight for her life every day!

She lay there, trying to sort her thoughts out, but was soon asleep again. This time it was dreamless and allowed her to finally rest.

Author’s End Note - Hopefully, this sheds a little light on what’s going on with our favorite witch. We’re not giving up too much just yet as we’re having fun setting things up. We hope you enjoyed this; please let us know what you thought of the chapter and story so far. We also ask that all of you be safe and warm during this holiday. See everyone next Wednesday! ~ Laran & Rogercat
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Shadows of the Past