Harry Potter And The Forger Of Worlds 14 Planning

2/2 For the day.

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WARNING: This chapter is a bit long.

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Yeah I am not going to attempt 1st POV anymore

Third Person is SOOO much easier.

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After Dumbledore spoke and the food appeared, everyone immediately changed gears. And the entire Great Hall was filled with the sound of people talking and eating. In front of Nova appeared all sorts of food that he had never really seen or heard of since in the Void there was no need to really eat, yeah sure there was still food but that was merely a pleasantry for when he had guest visiting to request something of him be it a favor or to forge a tool or weapon.

And for Nova he had stopped eating after the incident and focused his energy on finding his wife. But when he came to this realm, Nova didn't really have much of a choice not to eat since people would find it strange if he never did so. While he was eating, Nova heard all sorts of conversations going on. Hermione was asking Ron's older brother, Percy about lessons, and how she seemed particularly interested in Transfiguration.

Ron and Harry were too busy eating to really want to be involved with anything and very seldom said a word, but Nova did notice that Harry kept looking up at the teacher's table. What Nova saw was the giant Hagrid drinking, a few other teachers talking, and at the center was Dumbledore speaking with Professor McGonagall. Nova did notice that they did take a couple of glances his way, but wasn't too concerned about it since they didn't pose much of a threat to him.

"Ouch!" Harry said.

Nova and a couple of others glanced over to see what he was saying, "What is it?" asked Percy.

Harry said it was nothing, but Nova just shook his head. How much of a bad liar can you be? Nova then heard Harry asking about someone named Quirrell and Snape. When Nova looked over to see who Harry was talking about, Nova saw a man with a bath towel wrapped around his head and a man who he was talking with. The former being Quirrell and the latter Snape. When Nova saw both men he made a smirk and went back to eating.

"This world might be interesting after all." Nova whispered.

"What was that Nova?" Hermione asked.

"Oh nothing, I just can't believe how good these dishes are. I especially enjoy the lemon tarts. They are both bitter and tangy at the same time." Nova told her in response.

"Oh ok. Just remember to take care of your teeth. Lemons have acid in them that cause them damage if not properly taken care of." Hermione said quoting what her parents had taught her.

Nova just nodded his head. If only Hermione knew that his teeth alone could bite through stars and split atoms, and if a lemon could do him any damage, he would just give one to Samuel.

After a few minutes more that food disappeared and Dumbledore stood up causing the hall to become silent.

"Ahern -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

After a moment's pause, "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between cla.s.ses in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

When Dumbledore said this many laugh, Nova included, but he knew that the old man was probably being serious. Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

And the school bellowed: "Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."

As Nova listened to everyone singing and he sang a little as well, but since he usually left the sing to his wife, he preferred to listen. While listening to the different voices of everyone singing as one large group, he heard a melody laced through the all the noise. It was a soft gentle tone and one that he could never forget as he felt it in his soul. When Nova heard the voice singing, he almost jumped in the air, but held onto the table. He was startled greatly as he looked around trying to find the voice, Nova was too late as the song had ended. When it ended, he still tried to see if he could find the person responsible for the melody.

"Nova is there something wrong? Why are you crying?" Hermione asked him.

When Nova heard this, he told her, "I must be tired and my eyes are starting to bother me, I think I must be ready for bed." He then removed his hand from the table to message (wipe) his eyes, when he looked back at the table he saw that his fingers had gouged holes into the wood, and Nova then looked at his hand and saw that he had lost control more than he realized as his finger tips had reverted to claws.

"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

Nova and the Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. After make a few turns up a few flights of stairs they came to an abrupt stop.

A bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and as Percy took a step toward them they started throwing themselves at him.

"Peeves," Percy whispered to the first years. "A poltergeist."

He raised his voice, "Peeves -- show yourself"

A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, answered. "Do you want me to go to the b.l.o.o.d.y Baron?"

There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross- legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks. "Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!" He swooped suddenly at them.

They all ducked. "Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" barked Percy. Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the walking sticks on Neville's head. They heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armor as he pa.s.sed. Nova looked at the being named Peeves. He had seen poltergeist before and new that they loved a little bit of mischief, you either had to scare them or give them something fun to do.

"You want to watch out for Peeves," said Percy, as they set off again. "The b.l.o.o.d.y Baron's the only one who can control him, he won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are."

At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. "Pa.s.sword?" she said. "Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall.

They all scrambled through it -- Neville needed a leg up -- and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs. Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another.

As Nova looked around the area he saw that was relatively simple but found that there were five beds in one room. This was going to be a problem for Nova since he was going to have to stretch out some while sleeping. He didn't know why but Nova always had trouble keeping his body as human when he slept. Like the others he changed into a pair of pajamas and got in the bed. While the others, changed he heard Harry and Ron talking about dinner, while falling into bed sleeping.

A few minutes later, Nova opened his eyes and got up out of bed and took off his s.h.i.+rt and went down to the common room. After making sure n.o.body was there, he sat down on the sofa and opened his wings to stretch them out before looking at them. Nova folded the wing that was previously damaged in order to look at it closer. And found that it was now fully healed and no longer had that tender look to it that it had after the first week of being healed. Nodding his head, Nova looked down and saw that there was a fireplace so he threw in a few logs and breathed out a stream of fire hot enough to get them started and stay burning.

After feeling the heat come off the fire, Nova just sighed, "I need to find a room that I can start forging in. I don't know how much longer, I can handle not being in a heated environment." Nova then wrapped his wings around himself and curled up on the sofa, slowly falling into a deep sleep.

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Dumbledore's Office

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Albus Dumbledore was seated in his chair seemingly waiting for someone. A few moments later, a knock was heard on the door.

"Enter" He said, and through the door appeared Minerva McGonagall.

"Headmaster." Professor McGonagall greeted him. Dumbledore nodded in reply.

"I see you share the same concern as I do, Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore said. He and Professor McGonagall had a small discussion about Nova during the banquet and about how she had met the boy. The way he acted and seemed to be in control of the situation had worried them both. Dumbledore went over to the closet and pulled out a small silver disk, the Pensieve.

"Minerva could I perchance see the memory of tonight's sorting from you." Without any hesitation, Professor McGonagall pulled out her wand and pulled out a glowing string of memory and let it fall into the Pensieve. When it fell in, Dumbledore waved his wand and both he and McGonagall bent down and entered the Pensieve. As the scene arranged itself to fit the earlier event, they appeared right in front of Nova and listened to what he was saying. As the scene played out, they watched as the hat combusted and then when Nova spoke, "I warned you." and plucked the hat off his head while it was still burning, "But don't worry, I will reforge you and keep your memories intact."

Then the memory ended and they reappeared in the office once more.

"Albus, what do you think he meant." McGonagall asked, she was still tense about what happened this evening and seeing it again agitated her more.

"It seem our young Mr. Nova warned the Sorting Hat about trying to sort him hence the issue that we watched. My only guess is that he has things he wishes to keep hidden from the world around him."

"What about . . . ." McGonagall started to say.

"The forging?" Dumbledore finished and looked at McGonagall nod, "Yes I too want to know what the boy was talking about, but it seems we are going to have to wait for him to approach us."

"What do you mean Albus?" McGonagall questioned.

"Here I will show you." Dumbledore then used his wand to tap on another memory floating about in the Pensieve. This time when they went in it was seconds before the dinner ended. Professor McGonagall followed Dumbledore over to where Nova was sitting and watched. As the school started to sing, they watched Nova say a few lines then watched as his head jerked to the left and looked around the Great Hall as if searching for something or in this case someone.

When they saw Nova grip the table, "Gasp! Albus look at his hand!!" McGonagall exclaimed. As she looked down, she saw the claws forming on Nova's fingertips sinking into the wood.

"Yes there's that too. But look now at his face." Dumbledore said softly. Professor McGonagall then looked at Nova's face and the tears that appeared as the song came to an end and heard what Hermione had asked and his reply. As they were ejected out of the memory.

"It seems to me like there is more going on behind the story that we know and it seems like young Mr. Nova has a few special abilities." Dumbledore stated.

"Then what should we do Albus?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing? The boy seems dangerous to me Albus, we need to understand what is going on. Aren't you worried about creating another Dark Lord?"

"Not to worry Minerva. Something tell me that the child will not go down that road and not to mention he seems to be in search of something that was lost. I also have the feeling that the idea of being a Dark Lord will be beneath him." Dumbledore calmly said.

"I hope your right Albus, our world isn't ready for another war." Professor McGonagall said as she turned around and left the room.

"I hope so too." Dumbledore said as he sat down in the chair. "Severus help me keep an eye on the child."

Then out of the shadows walked Severus Snape, "First Potter and now this child as well."

"Severus."

"Fine." And like a giant bat walked out of the room as well.

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