Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Bad Wish ❯ Graveyard Hells ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Graveyard Hells

 

 

Harry had nightmares, he was glad Hermione wasn't allowed in his room at night, his nightmares got worse and worse. He missed his parents so much but every dream was him being close, reaching out, and then falling away. Sometimes he would get so close he could almost touch when a green flash would come and they would fall down, away from him. Other times he could see them laughing, happy, but a rat would come out and break them apart just as Harry was about to get to them. Harry wanted his parents back, he could barely stand eating breakfast with Hermione as she got to be with her parents, happy, laughing, and Harry hated it. Harry was getting desperate, he had to make these dreams stop, he kept calling out for the voice to talk to him, the voice always helped him, and the voice always gave him advice, where had it gone?

 

A week after getting back Harry had a new dream, a wizard who looked old and dark using a book, Harry thought it looked familiar. The wizard was doing something, Harry watched, he saw the wizard using a wand over a mound of dirt, what was he doing? Harry got close enough to see over the wizards shoulder to see the book better, the writing, it looked familiar, and it was the Necronomicon. The wizard kept reading from the book waving his wand then reached out and dropped something, looked like hair to Harry. The wizard kept chanting when the ground began to shake, a hand shot out of the mound of dirt!

 

“What are you doing?” Harry tried to get the guys attention but it was like when he fell in the Pensive, he could see and hear what was going on but couldn't do anything. Another hand shot out and a man came out from the mound of dirt. Harry heard the wizard talk but couldn't understand what he was saying. The man who had come out of the dirt stood and looked at the wizard and said something else that Harry couldn't understand. They hugged; they must have been related as Harry noticed they looked alike. Suddenly everything went black, Harry was alone, what was going on?

 

“Harry, it's ok, you know what to do.” It sounded like the voice, but where was it? Harry kept turning and turning in the dark until he woke up to a scream.

 

“Harry wake up!” It was Hermione; she was shaking him trying to wake him up.

 

“Hermione what's wrong?” Harry opened his eyes but closed them when the sunlight hit his eyes.

 

“You, are you alright? I could hear you screaming and came here.” Hermione was actually going to Harry's room to surprise him but she was happy he was alright and not being attacked.

 

“I am, I think.” Harry rubbed his eyes trying to get the sleep out of them. “Just a bad dream.” It was different, why? Why had the voice come to him in a dream instead of how he usually talked to him?

 

“Ok, breakfast is ready so when you are ready come to the kitchen.” Hermione got off Harry's bed and left biting her bottom lip in worry. Harry got up and took a shower wondering about the dream, what was the voice wanting him to do? It wasn't possible, Harry had thought of doing it ever since he knew he was a wizard but was always told it was impossible to bring the dead back to life. Harry finished in the bathroom and went to his trunk getting the Necronomicon out. He knew the pages the wizard was looking at, he had read it before but didn't believe it, and it couldn't work. Harry found the page and looked it over, it was translated, it said what the wizard did, use a piece of material from the person you wanted to raise, go to their grave, and perform the ceremony and the person would come back to life!

 

“It can't be, but it worked for that guy, it would work for me, I could have them back.” He could have his family again, his greatest wish, something he had been willing to give all the gold he had to have, his Mother, his Father, to be a son to them. Harry saved his place and went to breakfast.

 

After breakfast Harry was back in his room. He didn't know where his parents were buried so he couldn't go to their grave, but who knew where it was? “Dobby.” Crack

 

“Yes Mister Harry Potter Sir?”

 

“Go to Dumbledore and ask him where my parents are buried, I want to see them.” Crack. Harry waited; Dumbledore had to know where they were buried, but how to get there? If he tried this with Dumbledore around Dumbledore would stop him. Harry read over the list of things he would need, he had his parents hair, he would just have to get it out of the lockets in his vault, blood of a relative, Harry could use his, and the bodies of the deceased, if he could go where they were buried he would have that. Crack

 

“Mister Harry Potter Sir Master Dumbledore says he will take you to your parents after lunch, is there anything else you need Mister Harry Potter Sir?” Harry thought about it, you can't apparate in the vault area but he could send Dobby to the bank to go and get the lockets, same way employees of companies could deposit money in the companies vault.

 

“Yes Dobby, go to Gringotts, go to my vault and find a box, inside will be some things and I need the two lockets, they are in the shape of hearts.”

 

“Yes Mister Harry Potter Sir.” Crack. Now how would Harry get to his parents graves without having Dumbledore with him? Harry had a few hours to plan and plan he did. Dobby came back and gave him the lockets, opening them up he found the hair, the black hair of his dad, the red hair of his mom, now all he needed was a way to go to his parent's grave alone. Harry waited; he told Hermione he wasn't hungry when she came to get him for lunch and knew Dumbledore would be there soon. Someone knocked at his door, it had to be Dumbledore.

 

“Come in.” It was Dumbledore.

 

“Harry you wanted to know where your parents are buried, you want to see them if I understood Dobby.” Harry nodded. “I can take you there, it is a safe place, and if you want we can go now.”

 

“Is it safe enough for me to go alone?” Harry crossed his fingers.

 

“Harry the first time you go I want to be there, but after that I could do something, give you a special item that would take you there. It is simple enough, a modified Portkey that only activates when the person it was made for wants it to activate. If this is what you would like you can have it, but for now I will come with you.” Harry nodded, this was perfect, he could get there alone, and he could have his parents back!

 

“Can we go now? That way we can be back before Hermione knows we left.” Dumbledore nodded and took a cup out turning it into a Portkey.

 

“Just touch it and we will be there.” Harry walked over and touched it getting the hook behind the navel feeling. The world stopped spinning as Harry and Dumbledore landed in the middle of a field of tombstones. “This is the graveyard, they are buried over there.” Dumbledore pointed to another row of tombstones. “Go and see them Harry, I was going to bring you here before, but after Voldemort returned I wasn't sure if it would be safe to take you here. He has not come here, he doesn't even care where they are buried, and he already did what he wanted to them.” Harry walked over slowly to where Dumbledore had pointed seeing the names carved onto the stone, James Harold Potter and Lily Marsalis Potter.

 

“Mom, Dad, I'll get you out of there soon.” Harry hugged one tombstone then the other wanting to hug his parents assuring them he would save them, he would get them back.

 

“Harry as I said if you like I could make you a special Portkey, one that will bring you here whenever you want.” Dumbledore also thought of the other benefits, if Harry carried it on him at all times he could escape to here in case the he was attacked.

 

“Dumbledore can we leave now?” Harry didn't want to cry in front of Dumbledore, Harry didn't feel like he should, soon he would have his parents back, he had spent over a month with them and now he would have them back forever. They touched the Portkey and went back to Harry's room.

 

The next day Harry had everything he needed, the hair from his parents, he cut his arm to get the blood and then healed it with magic, and now he had his way to the graveyard. Dumbledore sent it to him through Dobby, it was a necklace, ordinary to anyone who saw it but all Harry had to do was grab it and think “James and Lily” and it would take him to the graveyard.

 

“Hermione?” They were in the library. “I'm tired, didn't get much sleep last night, and I need to take a nap.” Hermione didn't question him, she heard the nightmare he had, and he must have woken up during one of them.

 

Harry went to his room and got the things he would need. Grabbing his necklace he just thought to himself “James and Lily, James and Lily” until he felt that hook behind his navel feeling. Landing in the graveyard he went over to the tombstones seeing his parent's names once again. “Mom, Dad, here it is, I will bring you back.”

 

Harry opened the Necronomicon and began reading it. Following the instructions he made a circle on both graves with his blood. Reading the Necronomicon he began the chant, waving his wand as the Necronomicon said Harry felt a power go through him. Getting to the third part of the chant Harry got the hair out and put the separate clumps of hair where they belonged. Finishing the chant Harry waited for the ground to shake, he waited for the same thing that happened with the wizard in his dream. Nothing happened.

 

“What? Why isn't the ground shaking?” Harry looked at the graves, what had happened? “Mom, Dad?” Harry knelt down on the ground and started digging. “Come on, why didn't the ground shake!” Harry kept digging until his fingers began to bleed. “I followed the book, why didn't it work!” Harry stopped, he didn't do it, he failed, and he failed his parents. “I'm sorry, I tried, I did my best, and it wasn't good enough.” Harry couldn't handle it; he had a chance to bring his parents back and couldn't do it. “No!” Harry stood up clenching his fists feeling the blood pool in his palms. “I did it right!” Harry could feel his magic rise, like when he made his Aunt Marge balloon, like when he was in the hospital with Cho. “Why didn't it work? I did what the book said to do, I did what the wizard did, is it I have to say it in Egyptian? I don't know Egyptian, Mom, and Dad, don't hate me, I love you!” Harry wrapped his arms around his Mothers tombstone and cried.

 

Over an hour later Harry couldn't cry anymore, he got the hair and put them back in the lockets. Standing over the graves he wrapped his hand around the necklace and thought “home” returning back to his bedroom.