- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- Schnoogle
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Harry Potter Remus Lupin Sirius Black
- Genres:
- Action Angst
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
- Stats:
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Published: 09/19/2003Updated: 09/28/2003Words: 29,317Chapters: 10Hits: 20,487
Acts Infernal
samvimes
- Story Summary:
- An old man in Diagon Alley has a story to tell, if the price is right: about the gates of Hades, a silver boy and a sable boy, a cast-off angel, and a knife that can sever your soul.
Chapter 03
- Posted:
- 09/19/2003
- Hits:
- 1,517
- Author's Note:
- Acts Infernal is the brainchild of a few images -- Harry hitching his way through England, a map-keeper's shop, a road to Hades, a bat-winged angel with a knife, a redemption for a dead man. It grew into something larger and stranger than I could have imagined.
Empty and grey and dread.
To-morrow night 'tis full again,
Golden, and foaming red.
Vachel Lindsay
"James and Lily," Dumbledore said, his face creased and weary. "Voldemort found them."
"But they were in -- "
"Their Secret-Keeper betrayed them."
"As far as we can tell."
Remus nodded. The second thought fell into place.
"Then it was worth it," he said, and hated himself for saying it.
His eyes began to roll up in his head, then, and the last thing he saw before he fainted was Dumbledore starting up to catch him. He heard a thump, and felt the glass in his hand shatter when it hit the ground, and knew nothing more.
***
Remus' hands worked the soft wood, slowly, carefully. They did not shake now. Not since he'd seen James and Lily and Peter in the ground.
Well.
He thought he'd seen Peter in the ground, anyhow.
So if you could save the world from darkness by killing three of your friends and imprisoning the fourth in a torture house, would you? he thought. He often asked himself that, and the answer was always the same:
I wasn't given a choice.
It would have been worse if he had been, because he was certain he would have done it.
If Harry did come back, what could he say to the people he would bring back with him? Lily and James?
I was glad you died?
I went mad and was committed to St. Mungo's?
And what terrified him more was that he might not have to face James and Lily at all.
How would he look Harry in the eye if it was Sirius that the boy had gone to find? If Harry chose Sirius over his own parents?
Which was nonsense.
Of course it was nonsense.
But this was deep magic, and mortals didn't often understand it. He'd given Harry all the blessing he could, and sent him off with a Death Eater, a spy, to the realm of the dead. When he came back --
-- if he came back --
How could Remus Lupin not be there to witness? Who had come through the beginning and the end unscathed?
So he sat, and waited for the sun to set, and carved, and watched the people come and go.
***
When the rain of dirt and stones finally stopped, Harry was curled on the ground, hands protectively over his neck, knees tucked up underneath him. As it became obvious that the earthquake had ended, he lifted his head, shook his shoulders to dislodge the soil that had settled there.
Then he looked up.
And further up.
There was a body emerging from the ground, seemingly made of dirt; it stretched, and Harry could see that it ended at the waist, and rose a good thirty feet, at least, into the air. From his crouched position he could see curling ram's horns, goat's eyes, a flat elongated nose, and a sneer.
"ANUBIS!" the thing cried, angrily. It looked around, and Harry could see the ripple of muscles, as if under the dirt there was a living thing. "ANUBIS, COME TO ME!"
"He...he vanished," Harry said, hesitantly. The eyes fixed on him instantly, and he flinched.
"Another one?" said the great deep booming voice. "Another boy? How many wilt the Aboveway send to invade my home?"
Harry stared.
"Well? Art thou deaf?"
"I...didn't come to invade, exactly," Harry temporised.
"Thou art here," the thing said, crossing its arms. "Thou hast attempted entrance and pestered my judge, hast thou not? Is't not invasion? Art thou a hero?" it added, in angry but slightly hopeful tones. Harry ducked his head.
"Sort of," he admitted.
"Of what place and manner art thou? Soldier? Scholar? Artist?" the creature asked.
"I'm a student," Harry answered. "At Hogwarts."
He realised it was a stupid thing to say; something in the back of his mind told him this was Hades, and Hades probably didn't care much about where he went to school.
"A scholar of magic," Hades sniffed. "Thou shouldst well know better, scholar. But thou art a boy. Begone and I forgive."
Again. Harry'd had just about enough of this.
"I have to get in," he said stubbornly.
Hades threw back his head and laughed, eyes flickering with amusement.
"Go after thy friendling? He belongs to me now. All are mine who pass," Hades chuckled. "Thou amuseth me, boy. Get thee gone."
"That's not what Orpheus says," Harry answered. Hades stopped laughing abruptly.
"And what does thou know of Orpheus? Who art thou to speak to me thusly?"
"My name is Harry Potter," Harry said, stammering a little under Hades' intense stare. "I've come for Sirius Black."
Hades reached out a hand and flicked the scales aside; they toppled with a crash that shook the earth, and his eyes flared red.
"Thou cheater of death?" he demanded. "Thou who foiled the messenger to Hades? THOU art the sable boy?"
Harry was staring at the scales, which had come within feet of crushing him when they fell.
"I didn't mean to," he said finally. "I was just a baby."
Hades narrowed his eyes, and the ground shook slightly as he bent to place his hands on it.
"Thou art a curiousity," Hades rumbled. "It will pass some time, and I say who comes and goes. Thou shalt come to the Museum."
He began to sink back into the ground, and Harry watched, fascinated, until he realised that a glowing gate, traced in white-hot light in the rock, was appearing in one wall of the cavern.
"SEE TO THY DUTIES, ANUBIS!" came the final rumbling command, as Hades vanished entirely. "Drop the scales from his eyes, Jackal."
Harry turned to see Anubis emerging from quite a different area of the cavern altogether. Anubis bowed, and waved a hand at the gate.
"Hades has said you shall enter," he said, in a confused voice. "And that I should...give you a gift..."
One of the creature's hands darted out, and Harry had just enough time to register the cruel claw on the end before it slashed him across the face -- a light scratch, just barely enough to draw blood and turn his head sharply to the left.
"You will see as the dead see," said Anubis, as Harry touched the burning cut. Then he looked up, and his eyes widened.
There were thousands of bodies in the cavern, greyish forms that were shaped vaguely like men and animals, filling, thronging the chamber. Each seemed to have a glowing centre, and it was obvious they were waiting...for something...
"Do not think that they are not there, simply because you cannot see them," Anubis reminded him, shoving him none too gently towards the white gate in the wall.
***