Harry Potter and the Lamp of Hazid

HARRY POTTER AND THE LAMP OF HAZID

Chapter 2

“You know Harry,” said Ron mid way of chewing one of those never-ending gums that George and Fred made recently. “It was probably just a dream.”

Harry didn’t look so sure. What ever he saw in his visions wasn’t the usual dream he encountered on seeing so often. Something was wrong and he sensed it.

“Don’t worry, Harry, if your scar did not sting afterwards, it probably meant nothing.” He said and took out another one of those gums– this one, chunkier.

“Ok, so let’s say it was a dream,” agreed Harry, his face full of concentration. “I still saw that green looking ink on the paper.” He looked at Ron now and crossed his arms, trying to make a point. Ron just looked confused.

“So what? Maybe who ever wrote the letter likes green too or it’s just your memory playing on you from the time you got your first letter,” he chuckled.

“Well it sure looked like it was written with one of those Hogwarts quilts that Dumbledore and McGonagall own.”

Ron scratched his head. “I think we’re talking about this too much, relax Harry! It’s the holidays; you need to stop stressing so much.”

Harry didn’t look pleased but managed to put on a smile. Ron was right, he had to relax – at least until the holidays are over.

Before Ron could say anything else, both George and Fred came speeding to Ron’s room, apparently in a race to see who got there first. Almost out of breath, huffing loudly, both of them came crushing down to his bed, exhausted.

Ron and Harry exchanged weird glances.

“Ok, what the hell was that?” Said Ron slowly, a bit unimpressed with crashing-down-on-his-bad thing.

George burst into giggles, followed by Fred. Ron and Harry still exchanged glances.

“Do you mind telling me what’s going on?” Ron said more impatiently.

One after the other, the twins sat up slowly, and their faces flushed pink making them look like two pink strawberries, without the grains. Fred spoke first.

“You don’t know what kind of a genius your brother is, Ronikle. I just wanted to be the first one to tell you since it was my invention!”

“Sod off, it was not!” Said George a bit pissed off.

“Was so! “ Said Fred back pissed off too.

“Do you mind explaining what in muggle world you talking about?” Ron said frustratingly.

“I found a way to turn a sweet in to a port-key,” Said Fred, who grinned excitedly as if he just won a lottery. Indeed, thought Ron, he never looked so hyper.

“We found a way, you git,” said George gritting his teeth.

“So what are you going to do with it now?” asked Harry impressed but a small line of worry was still present on his brow.

“Ho ho ho,” said Fred never looking so puerile – but that wasn’t new of course.

George sniggered quietly. “Lost of things you can’t imagine…”

Ron’s ears turned a patchy red. “I wouldn’t want to think about it.”

“You’ll sell it in the joke shop?” asked Harry still quite interested.

“No, this is a special invention. We think we just found our darkest invention yet…”

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Lucius Malfoy did not look impressed in the slightest. His study room, a room usually kept secret and always out of reach from both the members in his family and outsiders, looked like a terrible mess; Papers and documents were scattered about – some reaped to bits and others crumbly; Ink was splattered across the wooden table – the table he treasured back from his grandfather’s time; A few hundred quilts lay broken all over the room and paintings were somewhat over turned and looked rather tilted.

As he reached across the table to see if there was more damage done to his personal belongings, he found his diary, a black covered book smeared with what looked like paint, and the words, “ I HATE YOU” all over the pages, exposed in red, almost mistaken as fake blood. Lucius looked as if his face was about to explode.

“ARGH!” he hollered.

Suddenly a ghost appeared looking rather frightened at the sudden raged outburst. He was middle aged man, with pale white hair and with very sincere brown eyes.

“Master, is everything alright?”

“ALRIGHT?! DO YOU SEE ME LOOKING ALRIGHT?” Lucius cried and his face was so puffed with outrage that he looked like one of those goldfish, with their eyes sticking out from the corners.

“S…So sorry master, I see you aren’t well. Would the master like his relaxing potion?”

“Not now,” Lucius said between gritted teeth. “I need to know who dared do this. Have you witnessed this disloyal crime?” 

“Oh no sir, if so sir, I would not keep such thing from you.”

Lucious did not look convinced. “If not you, who could have broken the hex on the door to the study, if no one knows of this place but you!” He said and his eyes boiled with wrath.

The ghost was shacking now, looking paler than he ever did. “No my master, I swear by my loyalty to you that I did not do such thing for I am not a poltergeist, but only a harmless, merit less ghost.”

“Then how the hell is my room looking so messed up? Who could have done this?”

The ghost did not reply. Although the ghost did not witness the occurrence, he did sense, how ever, that the person who did this must be related. Strangers could never attempt to break Dark Magic of Lucius Malfoy. His Dark Magic was something to be very aware of.

The ghost watched as his master paced around the room madly, like a wild beast, and hoped that it would all settle down soon…

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 “What do you mean ‘your darkest invention yet’”? Said Ron not liking the sound of that; it reminded him of dark magic because of the word ‘dark.’

“You heard me,” said Fred looking ever so pleased in himself.

Harry and Ron did not understand. “How so?” Incidentally they said together. 

Fred reached to one of the pockets in his brown robes searching wildly. Meanwhile the patience was wearing off Ron.

“I just need to find it…Oh you won’t believe it once you saw it!” He said still searching, but for some reason he couldn’t find it. “Now where could it be?”  He asked curiously, looking from time to time to his twin brother George who, for some reason, pretended not to know a thing. “George!”

“What, I didn’t do anything!” he said but his face almost give it all away.

“Give it here, you git,” Fred said and started to search his brother’s pockets too.

“What are you doing, you idiot, I don’t have it! You took it last time remember?”

“Well maybe you took it magically away,” Fred, still looking determined took out his wand and cried out, “Accio!”

To both Harry, Ron and George’s surprise came out the mysterious looking object. It was no ordinary sweet – not that in the wizard world the sweets were ordinary anyway – but this was something different. Harry and Ron could just gawp as the object slowly flew into the awaiting hand…

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Narcissa Malfoy was happily enjoying her cup of lavender tea in the dining room, until Lucius came bursting in very upset. He did not look at her, but constantly seemed to be searching for something, digging desperately in every corner possible.

“What on earth are you doing Lucius; you’ll get dust on your robes. Those robes are very expensive, Lucius, you know that,” she said acting in her usual prissy manner.

Lucius ignored her.

“What is the matter with you, have you swallowed your tongue?”

“Shut up Narcissa, I am pissed off as it is, and don’t need you as pain on my back side too!” his voice roared which almost made Narcissa jump with fright. Her eyes were wild – Lucius hardly got angry with her, if ever.

“Please darling, what makes you so angry tonight, the night of your invited guests?” She said and after putting the cup of tea away, she slowly walked towards him.

Lucious ignored her. He still rummaged through things, and even threw books out of the shelves in frustration. When Narcissa put her hand on his shoulder, his tension seemed to have faded away. She reached to touch his sweaty face (which she later regretted) and pulled his face towards hers.

“What are you looking for, precious?”

Lucius let out a long sigh. “My wand, Narcissa, I can’t find my wand.”

Now Narcissa looked frustrated. “How can you lose your wand, have you gone completely mad? You can’t live with out your wand, I can’t live without your wand, and what do you mean you can’t find your wand?!”

Lucius shrugged her off. “Something happened here tonight, I don’t know why, I don’t know how but someone is trying to make me mad…Well they sure did succeed, didn’t they? If I catch this bastard, who ever did this, I will shred him to pieces – murder him. “

“You can’t do that until you find your wand, and in this mansion I doubt you’ll find it soon.” Narcissa said and crossed her arms very disappointed and unhappy.

Lucius Malfoy looked thoughtful for a brief moment. “Where is Draco?” he said with a harsh, strict and sudden sharpness in his tone.

“Studying of course,” said Narcissa glaring at him uncertainly. “You don’t think...”

“I don’t think, I find out,” he replied shortly. “DRACO!!”

After what seemed like ages, Draco, wearing robes the color of puce, which somehow made him look him look taller than he usually looked, came down the stairs looking tired. The blonde silky hair, which sat neatly on his shoulders, looked paler. 

“HURRY UP, BOY!” called Lucius who certainly did not look like he had any more time to waste.

Draco finally came down the stairs and went to lean against a console a few meters away from where his father stood.  All the time his face looked expressionless.

“Yes father?”

“Do you know anything about my wand mysteriously disappearing?” Asked Lucius, his eyes cold with hatred.

“No father, why should I know that when I’ve been locked in my room all day, forced to study?” Draco gray eyes returned the same stare – cold and full of hatred.

“You are lying boy, I could sense it. How could anyone else know where my study is? No stranger can break the hex to my study unless he was related to me, and you, my only son, could be the only person able to break it.” Lucius came forward until his face was so close to Draco he could hear his breath. “If I had my wand I would force you to tell the truth, there would have been no way you could have covered it up with magic.”

“I am telling the truth,” Draco said thunderously.

“Watch your tone boy,” threatened Lucius. Narcissa who stood quietly all this time piercing her pointed ears into a conversation that seemed to go nowhere, decided to speak finally.

“I think he’s right, Lucius, for I did come across to check his room ever so often during the day, and the room was left just the way you locked it, with the tail and head of the serpent closely interlaced together. There was not even a scratch on it,” She said and the more she thought about it, the more puzzled she became.

“I still don’t believe you, boy,” thundered Lucius. “But since I do not have my wand I cannot force you tell the truth. Once I do, it will be sorry time for you; I promise you that, Draco.”

Lucius was so close to Draco by now, that Draco could smell his father breath. Draco, scared, backed off, but Lucius grabbed him by his robes. “Be afraid; Be very afraid…”