Chapter 7 : Of Sirius Prophesies –

Chapter 7 : Of Sirius Prophesies – August 31, 1994

The Great Hall looked its usual splendid self, decorated for the start-of-term feast. Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of hundreds and hundreds of candles, floating over the tables in midair. The four long House tables were packed with chattering students; at the top of the Hall, the staff sat along one side of a fifth table, facing their pupils.

Right there, between Professors Flickwick and Sprout, sat Sirius Black, who was waving at Harry so hard, his arm was liable to fall off. Harry beamed back and returned the wave happily. Severus Snape was at the very end of the staff table, closest to the Slytherins. He too spotted Harry, giving him a dignified nod.

By the end of the sorting, Slytherin got 11 students, Ravenclaw 10, Hufflepuff 12, and Gryffindor 10. For the next half hour, only the sounds of cold, hungry teens eating could be heard. It was then that Hermione learned that house-elves actually worked at Hogwarts.

"There are house-elves here?" she said, staring, horror-struck, at Nearly Headless Nick. "Here at Hogwarts?"

"Certainly," said Nearly Headless Nick, looking surprised at her reaction. "The largest number in any dwelling in Britain, I believe. Over a hundred."

"But I've never seen one!" said Hermione.

Harry stared at Hermione, who had been dubbed as the smartest witch of their age. Did she actually think Mr. Filch, a squib, could single handedly run a magical castle like Hogwarts? Apparently, Nearly Headless Nick thought the same.

"Well, they hardly ever leave the kitchen by day, do they?" said Nearly Headless Nick. "They come out at night to do a bit of cleaning… see to the fires and so on… I mean, you're not supposed to see them. That's the mark of a good house-elf, isn't it?"

Hermione stared at him. "But they get paid?" she said. "They get holidays, don't they? And - and sick leave, and pensions, and everything?"

Recognizing Hermione in one of her rants, Harry tuned her out to ask Neville what he did during his Summer if he didn't get to go the World Cup. When the puddings too had been demolished, and the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean, the Headmaster finally put to rest the rumors of the Tournament that had been buzzing up and down the Hogwarts Express.

"I have great pleasure in announcing that this year we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century." Here Dumbledore paused, allowing the suspense to fully take its hold on the Great Hall. Harry rolled his eyes at the Headmaster's penchant for dramatics…it was almost as bad as Lockheart! "It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

This was predictably met with shock from those who recognized the Tournament and confusion from those who didn't.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger."

Privately, Harry snorted at this. In the last 3 years of his Hogwarts' education, his life had been in peril every single year. The mention of a 1000 galleons and glory, however, went far in assuaging the little concern the students had over their safety. Especially loud was the Gryffindor table.

Their classes did not change much from last year, except for Hermione's. It seemed she dropped a couple classes to make her schedule more humanly possible. DADA class was historically either very good or very bad, depending on the teacher, and Sirius was understandably nervous in his first few classes, wanting his students to like him.

After Sirius went through the obligatory roll call, it was soon evident that he was taking Harry's suggestions to heart. "Right then," he said, when the last person had declared themselves present. "I've had a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. Seems you've had a pretty thorough grounding in tackling Dark creatures - you've covered boggarts, red caps, vampires, hinkypunks, grindylows, Kappas, and werewolves, is that right?"

There was a general murmur of assent. None of them yet knew what to expect from this teacher.

"But you're behind on dealing with curses, or so I've been told" Professor Black added, giving Harry a wink. "So I'm here to bring you up to speed on all the nasty little things wizards can do to each other…in other words: Curses."

This brought on a wave of excited whispering.

"Now, according to the Ministry of Magic," Sirius continued. "I'm supposed to teach you countercurses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses look like until you're in the sixth year…"

As Harry listened to his godfather speak, he was suddenly doubting the wisdom of letting mildly insane ex-auror/ex-convict teach their DADA class.

"…old enough to deal with it till then. But I say, the sooner you know what you're up against, the better. A wizard who's about to put an illegal curse on you isn't going to tell you what he's about to do. He's not going to do it nice and polite to your face. Isn't that right, Harry?"

Harry gave his godfather a weak grin, which was enough approval for him to go on.

It was both surprising and not surprising that Sirius Black jumped right into the Unforgiveable Curses. It was obvious to all that, unlike their previous teachers, Sirius Black actually knew what he was talking about. And while the subject matter left much to be desired, the students were also hanging onto to his every word. All in all, as long as Sirius didn't go casting AK's in front of a bunch of first years, Harry thought the class was a success.

A whole week into term and Ron was still mad at Harry, not that Harry really cared anymore. Hermione was consumed by some personal project of her own and would quickly disappear to the library every chance she got. With the rift between them, Harry was hanging out with Neville and a hodgepodge of Ravens and Puffs. He found he enjoyed the mixed group, and when he wasn't with them, Harry made use of the Room of Requirements. Most times, he would just duel and spar against dummies, but sometimes when Severus had time, Harry would get to fight him instead.

"Before you begin," Marvolo spoke up before Harry and Severus changed into their sparring clothes. "I have an assignment for you, Severus."

Harry perked up in interest, but Severus froze.

"Fear not, Severus, this should not be at all dangerous," Marvolo said, seeing the wary look.

"I am at your service," Severus replied.

Marvolo nodded in satisfaction. "I have been receiving…disturbing emotional spikes from my other self," he began to explain. Harry nodded. Some nights, he could sense Marvolo's sleep was disturbed, but nothing like it was the very first night. "It is time to move forward with our plans."

"You're going to merge with Him now!" Harry cried out in alarm. For some reason, he always thought he had more time.

Marvolo looked at Harry sympathetically. "No, my little one. Not yet," he answered and Harry sagged in relief. "However, before we can even contemplate the possibility of merging, I need to know the rest of the Prophesy that you had delivered to me 13 years ago."

Severus' eyes widened. "You wish me to go to the Hall of Prophesies?" he asked.

"Of course not," Marvolo replied. "You know very well only Harry or myself can touch that orb, and besides it is too early in the game to let the Old Man become suspicious of us."

"What Hall of Prophesies?" Harry asked curiously. "And what orbs?"

Severus no longer flinched whenever Harry interrupted, realizing that Marvolo would never reprimand the child. Indeed, it seemed like the apparition had all the patience in the world when dealing with this particular Gryffindor.

"The Hall is a great room within the Department of Mysteries," Marvolo explained. "Every prophesy that has ever been written or spoken is magically recorded inside an orb. Wards are placed around the orbs so that only the subjects of the prophesy may access it, in other words, you or me."

Harry nodded in understanding. "So where else can we get a copy of the Prophesy?" he asked. "I'm pretty certain if I asked the Headmaster, he won't tell me."

"We will go to the source," Marvolo answered, turning back to Severus. "Seers tend to forget their own Prophesies, and Dumbledore may have tampered with it, but I would like you to try extracting that memory from her anyway, since this is the most expedient method."

Severus nodded thoughtfully, already starting to plan. "Perhaps a combination of legimency and veritaserum," he mumbled to himself. "When do you require this information?"

"Well before Samhain," Marvolo said. "If the memory of the Prophesy is indeed permanently removed from her mind, then we will need to resort to rituals."

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October 1st, 1994

It took a whole month, but after having learned all about the theories and ethics behind the Unforgiveables, Professor Black announced that he would be putting the Imperius Curse on each of them in turn, to demonstrate its power and to see whether they could resist its effects.

Unsurprisingly, this was met with great protests.

"If you'd rather learn the hard way - when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely - fine by me. You're excused. Off you go."

Malfoy was the first to get up, followed by a few of his other Slytherins. As a show of solidarity, none of the Gryffindors moved, even though it was clear some of them really did want to leave class too.

"Azkaban must have addled your brains," Malfoy sneered.

"It certainly didn't help y

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Chương 7: Của Sirius Prophesies-31 tháng 8 năm 1994Great Hall nhìn của nó tự lộng lẫy thông thường, trang trí cho lễ bắt đầu của thuật ngữ. Tấm vàng và ly gleamed bởi ánh sáng của hàng trăm và hàng trăm nến, nổi trên các bảng trên không. Bàn long nhà bốn đã được đóng gói với các sinh viên chattering; ở phía trên của hội trường, các nhân viên ngồi dọc theo một bên của một bảng thứ năm, phải đối mặt với các em học sinh của họ.Ngay đây, giữa giáo sư Flickwick và giá sống, ngồi Sirius Black, người đã vẫy tại Harry khó khăn như vậy, cánh tay của ông đã được chịu trách nhiệm để rơi ra. Harry beamed trở lại và trở lại làn sóng hạnh phúc. Severus Snape là lúc kết thúc rất của bàn nhân viên gần nhất để các Slytherins. Ông cũng phát hiện Harry, cho anh ta một gật đầu trang nghiêm.Vào cuối của các phân loại, Slytherin có 11 sinh viên Ravenclaw 10, Hufflepuff 12, và Gryffindor 10. Cho nửa giờ tiếp theo, chỉ là những âm thanh thiếu niên lạnh, đói ăn có thể được lắng nghe. Nó sau đó rằng Hermione đã học được rằng nhà yêu tinh thực sự làm việc tại Hogwarts."Không có nhà-thần tiên ở đây?", cô nói, horror-struck, nhìn chằm chằm vào gần Headless Nick. "Ở đây tại Hogwarts?""Chắc chắn," nói gần như không đầu Nick, tìm ngạc nhiên lúc phản ứng của cô. "Số lớn nhất trong bất kỳ nhà ở tại Anh, tôi tin rằng. Hơn một trăm.""Nhưng tôi đã không bao giờ nhìn thấy một!" nói Hermione.Harry stared lúc Hermione, những người đã được gọi là phù thủy thông minh nhất của tuổi của họ. Đã làm cô thực sự nghĩ rằng ông Filch, một squib, có thể đơn handedly chạy một lâu đài kỳ diệu như Hogwarts? Rõ ràng, gần như không đầu Nick nghĩ như vậy."Well, they hardly ever leave the kitchen by day, do they?" said Nearly Headless Nick. "They come out at night to do a bit of cleaning… see to the fires and so on… I mean, you're not supposed to see them. That's the mark of a good house-elf, isn't it?"Hermione stared at him. "But they get paid?" she said. "They get holidays, don't they? And - and sick leave, and pensions, and everything?"Recognizing Hermione in one of her rants, Harry tuned her out to ask Neville what he did during his Summer if he didn't get to go the World Cup. When the puddings too had been demolished, and the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean, the Headmaster finally put to rest the rumors of the Tournament that had been buzzing up and down the Hogwarts Express."I have great pleasure in announcing that this year we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century." Here Dumbledore paused, allowing the suspense to fully take its hold on the Great Hall. Harry rolled his eyes at the Headmaster's penchant for dramatics…it was almost as bad as Lockheart! "It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."This was predictably met with shock from those who recognized the Tournament and confusion from those who didn't."There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger."Privately, Harry snorted at this. In the last 3 years of his Hogwarts' education, his life had been in peril every single year. The mention of a 1000 galleons and glory, however, went far in assuaging the little concern the students had over their safety. Especially loud was the Gryffindor table.Their classes did not change much from last year, except for Hermione's. It seemed she dropped a couple classes to make her schedule more humanly possible. DADA class was historically either very good or very bad, depending on the teacher, and Sirius was understandably nervous in his first few classes, wanting his students to like him.After Sirius went through the obligatory roll call, it was soon evident that he was taking Harry's suggestions to heart. "Right then," he said, when the last person had declared themselves present. "I've had a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. Seems you've had a pretty thorough grounding in tackling Dark creatures - you've covered boggarts, red caps, vampires, hinkypunks, grindylows, Kappas, and werewolves, is that right?"
There was a general murmur of assent. None of them yet knew what to expect from this teacher.

"But you're behind on dealing with curses, or so I've been told" Professor Black added, giving Harry a wink. "So I'm here to bring you up to speed on all the nasty little things wizards can do to each other…in other words: Curses."

This brought on a wave of excited whispering.

"Now, according to the Ministry of Magic," Sirius continued. "I'm supposed to teach you countercurses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark curses look like until you're in the sixth year…"

As Harry listened to his godfather speak, he was suddenly doubting the wisdom of letting mildly insane ex-auror/ex-convict teach their DADA class.

"…old enough to deal with it till then. But I say, the sooner you know what you're up against, the better. A wizard who's about to put an illegal curse on you isn't going to tell you what he's about to do. He's not going to do it nice and polite to your face. Isn't that right, Harry?"

Harry gave his godfather a weak grin, which was enough approval for him to go on.

It was both surprising and not surprising that Sirius Black jumped right into the Unforgiveable Curses. It was obvious to all that, unlike their previous teachers, Sirius Black actually knew what he was talking about. And while the subject matter left much to be desired, the students were also hanging onto to his every word. All in all, as long as Sirius didn't go casting AK's in front of a bunch of first years, Harry thought the class was a success.

A whole week into term and Ron was still mad at Harry, not that Harry really cared anymore. Hermione was consumed by some personal project of her own and would quickly disappear to the library every chance she got. With the rift between them, Harry was hanging out with Neville and a hodgepodge of Ravens and Puffs. He found he enjoyed the mixed group, and when he wasn't with them, Harry made use of the Room of Requirements. Most times, he would just duel and spar against dummies, but sometimes when Severus had time, Harry would get to fight him instead.

"Before you begin," Marvolo spoke up before Harry and Severus changed into their sparring clothes. "I have an assignment for you, Severus."

Harry perked up in interest, but Severus froze.

"Fear not, Severus, this should not be at all dangerous," Marvolo said, seeing the wary look.

"I am at your service," Severus replied.

Marvolo nodded in satisfaction. "I have been receiving…disturbing emotional spikes from my other self," he began to explain. Harry nodded. Some nights, he could sense Marvolo's sleep was disturbed, but nothing like it was the very first night. "It is time to move forward with our plans."

"You're going to merge with Him now!" Harry cried out in alarm. For some reason, he always thought he had more time.

Marvolo looked at Harry sympathetically. "No, my little one. Not yet," he answered and Harry sagged in relief. "However, before we can even contemplate the possibility of merging, I need to know the rest of the Prophesy that you had delivered to me 13 years ago."

Severus' eyes widened. "You wish me to go to the Hall of Prophesies?" he asked.

"Of course not," Marvolo replied. "You know very well only Harry or myself can touch that orb, and besides it is too early in the game to let the Old Man become suspicious of us."

"What Hall of Prophesies?" Harry asked curiously. "And what orbs?"

Severus no longer flinched whenever Harry interrupted, realizing that Marvolo would never reprimand the child. Indeed, it seemed like the apparition had all the patience in the world when dealing with this particular Gryffindor.

"The Hall is a great room within the Department of Mysteries," Marvolo explained. "Every prophesy that has ever been written or spoken is magically recorded inside an orb. Wards are placed around the orbs so that only the subjects of the prophesy may access it, in other words, you or me."

Harry nodded in understanding. "So where else can we get a copy of the Prophesy?" he asked. "I'm pretty certain if I asked the Headmaster, he won't tell me."

"We will go to the source," Marvolo answered, turning back to Severus. "Seers tend to forget their own Prophesies, and Dumbledore may have tampered with it, but I would like you to try extracting that memory from her anyway, since this is the most expedient method."

Severus nodded thoughtfully, already starting to plan. "Perhaps a combination of legimency and veritaserum," he mumbled to himself. "When do you require this information?"

"Well before Samhain," Marvolo said. "If the memory of the Prophesy is indeed permanently removed from her mind, then we will need to resort to rituals."

O o 0 O 0 o O o 0 O 0 o O o 0 O 0 o O

October 1st, 1994

It took a whole month, but after having learned all about the theories and ethics behind the Unforgiveables, Professor Black announced that he would be putting the Imperius Curse on each of them in turn, to demonstrate its power and to see whether they could resist its effects.

Unsurprisingly, this was met with great protests.

"If you'd rather learn the hard way - when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely - fine by me. You're excused. Off you go."

Malfoy was the first to get up, followed by a few of his other Slytherins. As a show of solidarity, none of the Gryffindors moved, even though it was clear some of them really did want to leave class too.

"Azkaban must have addled your brains," Malfoy sneered.

"It certainly didn't help y