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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: The Other Tale
This is the tale of what happened to all the other characters while Harry, Hermione and Ron are away searching for the Horcruxes. It will feature The DA, The Order of the Phoenix and some chapters on the other minor character such as what Dean Thomas did on the run and how Percy Weasley survived at the Ministry and came around in the end.
Chapter 1- The Last Minister
Rufus Scrimgeour raised his glass shakily to his lips, the firelight failing to illuminate the shadows under his eyes and the dark foreboding on his heart. The rain that seemed to constantly pelt his window these days had become a solemn pounding in his head, a funeral march. The Shadows in his large office seemed to deepen by the minute. It was cold and plain, just how he liked it. When he had inherited it from Fudge it had been colourful and grandiose. Such things had never appealed to him. As he stalked around his desk he looked down at a huge pile of papers in waste basket.
They were applications for special ministerial decrees. For laws which only he would pass. No, he thought to himself, laws which only he could pass. They were not the kind of legislation he would ever associate with. He had never counted himself a muggle lover, nor had he ever campaigned for the rights of other magical creatures such as centaurs and house elves. However a lifetime of hunting Death Eaters had taught him the cruelty that was bred by such attitudes and had no sympathy for the fanaticism of lunatics like Umbridge and Yaxley. That women would probably be coming to see him soon, he thought to himself, another oh so sweetly put application to round up the centaurs or for the seizing of Gringotts from the Goblins most likely. He sighed as he strode over to the portrait of Grogan Stump, the most popular Minister for Magic ever, which hung on the wall. “I am going to die soon” he murmured half to himself and half to Grogan. “What makes you say that my boy” Grogan replied in posh but warm growl. “I feel it in my bones” replied the minister, “Well then you are most likely right poor man, if there was one thing I learnt when I was minister it was to always trust the bones of aurors”. Rufus stared down into his firewhiskey as if hoping it would reveal a deadly secret in its deep red depths. ‘Where did everything go wrong?’ he thought to himself ‘What else could I have done’. He turned his attention back to the portrait before him. “What would you have done Grogan? How would you have saved this situation?” he said in barely more than a whisper, “My dear boy” the old minister replied “I have been giving you advice for the past year and to your credit you listened to it far more than that cad Fudge, so what I would have done is very similar to what you have done, unfortunately there are some storms which we cannot weather”. Rufus nodded slowly before adding “I know but I can’t help feeling I could have done more.”
A ringing sound behind him forced the minister out of his stupor. “What is it Elms?” he asked sharply to a portrait on the other side of the room. “I was just in my portrait on the third floor and saw Thicknesse, Umbridge and Yaxley on their way here………………..there were others with them…………cloaked and masked.” Scrimgeour was back in Auror mode immediately. “Elms go to your portrait in the Muggle PM’s office and tell him to poor the powder I gave him into his fireplace immediately, it should block it from the floo network,” he turned to another portrait “Bones warn Kingsley, he should be in his guardroom, near the Prime Minister, tell him if I do not contact him personally in the next ten minutes he is to assume that situation A has occurred, he will understand”. After this he turned to his cabinet and pulled out two folders, one entitled Harry Potter and the other The Order of the Phoenix. He threw these into the fire.
Addressing the portraits which were still present he said in a sure and steady voice “My illustrious predecessors I would like nothing more than to spend many years in office and try to at least equal your achievements, however it appears that I am about to meet you all in person.” Drawing his wand he turned to face the door. |
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| Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 12:08 pm |
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Here is chapter two which starts off two of the stories major storylines. Dean’s flight from the snatchers and Seamus’s invlovment with the DA. Hope you like it.
Chapter 2- A Parting of Ways
“You’re getting slow mate” Seamus Finnegan yelled over his shoulder as he raced away from his long time friend Dean.
“You’re Broom is about 14 years younger than mine Shay” Dean yelled back as he willed his ancient Cleansweep 8 to catch up to Seamus’s agile Nimbus 2000. Darting between two pine trees Dean cut the corner and came out right over Seamus’s head. “Whoa careful mate, nearly took ma head off there” Seamus said with laugh in his voice. But Dean wasn’t listening he could see Seamus’s mother in the distance running out of the house beckoning frantically to them to come inside.
“What’s up with her” Seamus remarked but Dean didn’t reply.
Dismounting just short of the back door, Seamus stumbled towards his mum.
“What is it, what’s wrong” he panted.
“Come hear for yourself” she said in a hoarse voice “just get inside.” The two walked puzzled into the kitchen where an old radio stood on the table. The past two weeks since the ‘resignation’ of Rufus Scrimgeour had been tense ones. Even Seamus who had always remained bright while everyone else had been down had let his head drop. The dramatic changes in policy and the mysterious arrests that kept happening had alerted everyone to the fact that something was wrong. Mrs Finnegan was certainly under no illusions.
“It’s more of his doing you mark my words” she said through tears “we never should have left Ireland Seamus, although I doubt it would have taken him long to reach there as well” she sobbed.
“What are you talking about Mam?” Seamus asked but she didn’t need to reply, the radio gave him his answer.
‘The new Minister for Magic Pius Thicknesse carried on his excellent start as Minister today with another piece of daring legislation, The Muggle-born Register. The Ministry of Magic is undertaking a survey of so-called ‘Muggle-borns’, the better to understand how they came to possess magical secrets. Recent research undertaken by the Department of Mysteries reveals that magic can only be passed from person to person when wizards reproduce. Where no proven wizarding ancestry , therefore, the so-called Muggle-born is likely to have obtained magical power by theft or force. The Ministry is determined to root out such usurpers of magical power, and to this end has issued an invitation to every so-called Muggle-born to present themselves for interview by the newly appointed Muggle-born Registration Commission.”
They stood in silence for what seemed like an age. Seamus looked at his mum who had gone snowy white and had pursed her lips. She had the look of a women struggling with some great internal dilemma. Then he turned his attention to Dean and his breath caught in his throat. He had always thought of Dean as being a brave person, far braver than him, nothing had ever seemed to scare. But as he looked at the sheer terror in Dean’s eyes he realised that despite all the training they had gone through in the last seven years they were still so young.
“What am I going to do Shay” he asked shakily.
“I don’t know mate……….I don’t know” Seamus replied. The sun had gone down now and eerie shadows had turned what before had been a welcoming and comfortable home into somewhere cold and desolate.
“We’ll help him won’t we Mam?” Seamus said turning to his mother. She did not answer but turned her head away as if she couldn’t bare to look at him. “Won’t we Mam?” Seamus repeated an air of disbelief entering his voice. He strode around the table and gripped her by the shoulders forcing her to look at him. “I know you are scared Mam but Dean is like a brother to me”. She stared at him for a long time before shaking herself out of her stupor,
“Yes….yes of course we will…………..of course we’ll help you Dean” she said turning to her son’s friend “You cannot stay here though it isn’t safe. By now they will have found every recorded Muggle-born in the Ministries files and as a student at Hogwarts it will be easy for them to find your parentage”. She said striding off into the back garden.
“But Mam we can’t just abandon him” Seamus yelled hurrying after her.
“Did I say anything about abandoning him” she snapped back “I merely said that he cannot stay here. There are a few things I want to get from the shed that might help you Dean, I’m afraid you might need to spend awhile in the wild, no house will be safe for at the moment, especially not your parents. I know it will be difficult Dean but……………but if your parents are still alive they will be much safer if you don’t go anywhere near them………do you understand”. Dean nodded, tears rolling down his face. Seamus placed his arm around his friend’s shoulder, a difficult task since Dean was nearly a foot taller than him.
“I’m sure they’re all right mate” he said shakily “sure of it.”
“Here we are” said Mrs Finnegan triumphantly emerging from the shed with a dusty wooden box “We don’t have a tent to give you, the one we had at the Quidditch World Cup was borrowed from my brother I’m afraid, this will have to do” she said pulling out an old, tiny black Umbrella.
“Mam that thing is tiny it won’t even nearly keep Dean dry” said Seamus sounding annoyed.
“It’s a bewitched Umbrella you idiot, when up it projects a magic field five feet around itself in all directions which water cannot get into. It will keep you dry, if not warm.” She said handing it to Dean. “Other than food this is the only other thing I can give you that might be of any use” she remarked handing over a small gold watch “this was my first husbands” Seamus let out a gasp “it will grow hot when danger is near, the hotter it is the more danger you are in.”
“ What do you mean first husband” Seamus demanded stepping in front of dean “why have you never told me about him.”
“Because it was too painful to tell you……….he was killed in the first war. Refusing to help the Death Eaters. That is why I was so opposed to the idea that You Know Who was back………I couldn’t face that time and those memories returning.” She straightened herself back to her usual formidable self. “Did you really think I was duped by that fool Fudge and the Daily prophet. I thought you knew me better than that Seamus”. And with that she stalked back to the house. Leaving Dean and Seamus on their own.
“Where do you think you will go” Seamus asked Dean without looking at him.
“I don’t know. Somewhere remote” he replied placing his hand on his friends shoulder, “I’ve always wanted to see what Wales is like.” He joked.
“Full of Welsh people I expect” Seamus joked back before turning and pulling his oldest friend into a bear hug. Pressing his head against the taller boys chest he said “I don’t if I’ll ever see you again.”
“Course we will……..I’ll be all right” pulling away from Seamus he looked down at his friend “Give Snape hell for me”
Seamus nodded and the boys walked back to the house. Dean packed some food and whatever belongings he could into a bag and apparated into the night. Seamus stood staring at the place where his friend had just disappeared, perhaps forever, thinking of the year ahead. He would give Snape hell all right, he would join up with the rest of the DA and he would show that it wasn’t just Harry, Ron and Hermione who could stand up for what was right, after all he had a promise to keep. His Mother walked up behind him.
“You have to promise me something Seamus, whatever you do keep yourself out of trouble at Hogwarts, don’t you dare put yourself in danger” she said in a worried voice as if reading his thoughts.
“I’m sorry Mam” he said turning to her a defiant look in his eyes “but that would be a promise I couldn’t keep.”
I know there hasn’t been much action yet but i have to set some stuff up first. But don’t worry there will be lots later on. |
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Chapter 3- The War Council
Mrs Weasley shoved Ginny roughly ahead of her as they hurried through Kings Cross Station.
“Please walk faster Ginny, they are still watching” she whispered in a worried voice. Ginny turned her head to look behind and sure enough the men who had been tailing them since they left the burrow were following at a distance. While a few short weeks ago such pursuers would have worn muggle clothes and tried to disguise their presence from the Weasley’s they now walked openly in dark robes, the new administration obviously had as little regard for the international statute of secrecy as they had for the rights of muggle-borns and blood traitors.
“I hope Harry, Ron and Hermione are ok, we haven’t heard anything from them except what Lupin could tell us” Ginny murmured to her mother picking up the pace.
“Well I should think so too, there being sensible not trying to contact us, they’ll be much safer if they remain off the grid. You could learn a lesson from them,” she said pushing Ginny in front of her down the steps to platform nine “please be sensible at school won’t you.”
“I can’t believe your asking me to go there and suck up to Snape and pretend everything is all right.” Ginny replied angrily.
“That isn’t what I am saying exactly Ginny, I’m sure you will find a way to cause some trouble in a sensible manner, just don’t do anything stupid…………….that wouldn’t help anyone would it.” She said forcing a weak smile in her daughters direction “well here we are, through you go” she said trying to sound cheerful.
“Oh mum” Ginny said wrapping her arms around her mother who was openly crying now “I’m sure they’re ok.”
“Yes, yes of course they are.” Mrs Weasley said nodding weakly. And after one last look up at the cloaked figures who were now standing on the bridge watching them Ginny turned around and pushed her luggage trolley through to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Here it was raining steadily and none of the usual chatter and excitement was present in the air. There was a feeling of apprehension and fear on the platform. Ginny spotted Neville getting into a compartment near the other end of the train and pushed her trolley quickly over too it. Stepping in she found Neville, Luna and Seamus waiting for her.
“Hi guys” she said as she hauled her trunk onto the rail “Seamus where’s Dean…….” But the look on his face stopped her mid sentence and told her all she needed to know. Although she had ended her relationship with dean several months earlier she had dated him for over a year and the thought that he might be in Azkaban or worse….well it wasn’t worth thinking about.
“Don’t worry Ginny I was with him when he found out about the Muggle Registration Act, we gave him some supplies and he went into hiding, he’ll be all right. Just you wait” said Seamus telling by the look on her face.
“Well that’s the last straw then” Ginny said angrily sitting down as the train started to pull out from the station “I was always going to suggest we cause a little trouble this year but now, well now I think we need nothing less than rebellion, an organised resistance. You all know what I mean; we have to start the DA again.” Seamus and Luna nodded but Neville didn’t seem as sure.
“It won’t just be teachers we have to deal with this year though. Death Eaters that’s what we will be dealing with. You can bet that Snape will have bought some of his friends with him. Now I’m not going to let that scare me away from action but we have to make sure that everyone that we involve is ready to take on that level of opposition. If we don’t we’ll get people killed” he said. The others nodded after this sobering thought and then sat in silence for what seemed like forever. Eventually it was Seamus who broke the silence.
“We don’t involve them then. We’ll have a rule saying that you have to be of age or have previous Death Eater fighting experience” he added because of the look Ginny gave him “the only other way someone can join is if they absolutely have to……if they have no other choice”
Ginny and Neville nodded but Luna had sensed a problem,
“What about the people who were in the DA before, they won’t be happy if we tell them they can’t fight as well” she pointed out in her usual matter-of-fact way.
“I think” Never replied “that if someone who was in the DA before comes to us and asks us to let them fight, we can’t do anything to stop them, but I guess what I really meant before is that we can’t go around the castle recruiting people to join because they have no idea what it’s like. Agreed?”
“Agreed” the other three said.
Ginny gazed out the window at the green fields that were flying by the window, now bathed in sunlight, a rare occurrence it seemed these days. They passed a field where two children were chasing each other. It seemed strange that normal life could go on at a time like this. Her own carefree childhood seemed so long ago.
“What do you think Ginny?” she snapped back to attention.
“Sorry I was miles away. What do I think about what?” she said hurredly.
“I was just saying” Seamus replied “that we come up with a very definite mission statement, you know, make it perfectly clear on what our mission is.” Ginny straightened up suddenly interested,
“Like what? What would propose?” she asked. It was Neville who answered her,
“Well we have to focus where we are going to be of most use. Let’s face it we are not going to be able to seize control from Snape and any cronies he may have brought with him. We can however” he said quickly noting the protest that was building on Ginny’s tongue “act as a protective force for the rest of the school. Help anyone being persecuted, we could turn the Room of Requirement into a safe haven, that kind of thing.”
“Sounds good” said Seamus nodding “and of course a few covert acts of sabotage couldn’t hurt.”
“Of course not” Neville agreed before noticing that Ginny was staring at him.
“What is it, I haven’t good food on my face again have I” he said wiping his face on his robes. The others all burst out laughing, it was the first time in weeks and it felt great.
“Actually” Ginny said through giggles “I was just noticing how much you’ve changed……………..General.” |
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Chapter 4- A Home Much Altered
Neville stared out over the vast grounds as his thestral-drawn carriage wound it’s way up to the castle. General, that’s what Ginny had called him, General, he liked the sound of that. Had he really changed that much? He didn’t feel any different. He certainly didn’t look different, had his personality changed? And then it hit him, he was about to enter a Hogwarts which was run by Professor Snape and he wasn’t scared. A couple of years ago and that would have terrified him but now, now he was calm and ready. Ginny was right he had changed.
Luna was staring at the carriages in front. So few, she thought to herself, there were so few people in the other carriages. Her father had said that there was a high risk of Grondle attack this summer which probably would have made it unsafe for some students to get to London for the train. Of course the fact that the muggle borns wouldn’t be here made a difference as well, she supposed. It was a shame Harry wouldn’t be here this year, she thought looking at a group of second years giggling in the carriage in front, he had always been so nice to her. Hermione as well was a nice girl she though to herself, she would miss her too she decided, maybe not Ron though he had a very strange sense of humour.
Seamus was staring down at his feet, noticing how strangely small they were for a boy his age. What a strange thing to be thinking about he thought to himself, especially at a time like this. He was about to arrive back at Hogwarts, the place that had become his home over the last seven years, the place he had idealised all summer. Maybe that was why he couldn’t look at it he thought, he had idealised it so much that he couldn’t bare the thought that his perfect home was now a home much altered. That Snape’s regime would shatter years of bliss.
Ginny was staring at the sky, where are you Harry? What are you doing that you couldn’t tell me what it was? All she wanted at that point was for Harry to be next to her, to go back to how it had been in those last few months before Dumbledore’s death. How long ago it seemed, how distant. The man who had taken that away from her was now in charge of the school and she would do all she could to make him pay for what he had done. Just as she thought this last thought her carriage stopped outside the great doors and the group piled out. They looked at each other and nodded a secret understanding and resolve now existed between the four of them.
As they stepped into the great hall they noticed how quiet it was. The hall looked mostly the same. It was just as bright and warm as it had always been. But a cold atmosphere was in the room and all the children there assembled could feel. Luna slipped off to join her fellow Ravenclaws as Ginny, Neville and Seamus joined Lavender and Pavarti at the Gryffindor table.
“Hey Guys” said Pavarti “how was your summer?”
It was such an absurdly normal thing to say after all that had happened that summer that Ginny felt like laughing.
“Oh I dunno, my brother got married but death eaters crashed the reception and we had to spend the last week of the hols in the house because we were being watched. Apart from that not much” she said with mock lightness, Pavarti laughed but Lavender stayed quiet.
“Dean’s on the run” Seamus told the two girls.
“Thought he might be” Pavarti replied “And I’m guessing by their absence that Harry, Ron and Hermione are as well?”
“Yes, technically, but if anyone asks Ron is at home with Spattergroit. That’s what we have told the ministry.” Ginny whispered leaning forwards “so you can’t tell anyone.” They both nodded.
At that moment they grew aware that all the students in the hall had turned their attention towards the top table. Professor Snape had just entered from the side door behind the teachers table, and he wasn’t alone. A witch and a wizard of similar height and appearance had entered just behind him, they both wore smug, sneering smiles.
“Death Eaters” Neville whispered.
“How do you know?” Seamus asked also in a whisper.
“They were a part of the group that attacked the night Dumbledore died” he replied “I saw them running out of the castle after Snape and Malfoy”
“Great” said Seamus “something tells me Defence Against the Dark Arts might be less about the defence this year and more about the Arts.”
“Yeah but what other subject is open?” Ginny asked.
“Muggle studies remember, Professor Burbage ‘resigned’” Pavarti said “none of them missed the sarcasm on the word resigned.
Any further conversation in the hall was soon quietened as the food had appeared on the tables. All eyes turned to Snape, everyone was used to Dumbledore’s short address before eating. At first Snape didn’t realise this but then gave a dismissive wave from his seat,
“Eat” he growled and the students and teachers dived into the food before them. The normal noise which accompanied the feast was absent, there was an eerie silence as the savoury vanished and the puddings appeared. Again all eyes turned to the headmaster. Snape wiped a greasy strand of hair off his face.
“Good evening” he started in his usual slow drawl “welcome to another year at Hogwarts. However this is not just another year, this is the first year in a new period of change, reform and growth. The ministry has decided that things had grown stagnant here at Hogwarts and that you had been exposed to a false and biased curriculum. Not any longer. From now on the travesty that was Defence Against the Dark Arts will be known as what it should be The Dark Arts. No more will Hogwarts hide the most delicate and powerful of wizarding abilities from you, to oversee this revolution of the subject will be a good friend of mine Professor Carrow.” The male newcomer stood up his smirk even wider, only the slytherins applauded. Ginny thought she could see a tear rolling down Professor McGonagall’s face and Hagrid was stony white and staring straight ahead “elsewhere I am afraid the Professor Burbage will not be returning this year to teach Muggle Studies, she was forced to resign because she held a different position on the subject to that held by the Ministry. However here to teach what is now a compulsory subject for all students is Professor Carrow’s sister, Professor Carrow” again as Alecto stood only the Slytherins applauded “now to our last matter. Quidditch will resume this year as per usual, however because of certain biases exhibited in recent years Madame Hooch will no longer referee the championship games. Professor Carrow here, indicating Alecto has kindly agreed to step into the role.” He sat down his speech finished not realising that everyone was still staring sat him.
“Oh for goodness sakes EAT!” he said with the same dismissive wave as before and hall returned to the puddings. Ginny turned to Seamus and Neville. They all had the same grim expression.
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