Harry Potter and the Altered Destinies

Chapter 21: Deathday Party is a Thing Apparently

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Underlines - Quotes from the book

Parseltongue

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup Potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. (- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Page 122)

Harry was up earlier that morning as he got dressed for his normal run. He didn't make it to the doors as the Hufflepuff ghost, Fat Friar, was staring at an image of a cardinal that was hanging in the hallway that someone had taken a picture of and hung.

"Um, Mr.Friar, why are you staring at the image? Are you okay?" Harry asked with a bit of worry.

"Oh, hello Mr.Jackson, yes I'm quite alright. Just looking at this beautiful bird. I remember them fondly when I was alive, to see an image is nice. How are you?" Friar asked kindly as he looked away from the painting and toward Harry.

"I'm quite alright sir, I don't think I've heard how you died." Harry said without much thought and then quickly added, "That is if it's not rude to ask or anything. I don't mean to insult you or make you uncomfortable," he said in one breath while looking bashful.

Friar just gave Harry a kind smile. "It's quite alright. While some may be hesitant to answer, like the Grey Lady or Baron, I don't mind telling you. My magic roused suspicion in the senior churchmen. He grew quite suspicious of my ability to cure the pox. It was quite deadly during that time you see, and I couldn't bare to see the children die from it, so I used my magic to cure them. I also liked pulling rabbits out of the Communion cup, made the children laugh when I knew I couldn't heal them. Making them smile made my death alright, children mattered and making sure they were happy even in times of distress was more important then my life," Friar admitted as he had a sad reminiscent smile dancing on his lips.

"I'm sorry to hear that you died because you were helping others."

"It's quite alright," Friar said as he seemed to pull himself from the somber mood from the conversation and perked up. "Actually, I did have a message. You see word spreads around Hogwarts as I'm sure you noticed. The ghosts were wondering if you would like to come to this party that is happening during the Halloween feast. You see, we call it a Deathday Party, we're celebrating Nick's 500th death day, the day he died, and we were wondering if you and a couple friends would like to join us."

Harry paused before answering. He wasn't honoring his parents that day, having done it the year before and knowing the candle lighting doesn't need to happen until next year, figured that he could probably ask Draco or someone else to save him a few treats from the Feast. "Sure, I'm curious to know what happens during that time. Can you tell me more about it later at lunch? I want the person or people I'm taking joining in the conversation," Harry asked as he itched to be doing something, his magic was starting to feel confined and wanting release.

"That sounds like a lovely plan, have a nice day, Mr.Jackson!" with that, Friar was gone.

Harry shook his head but before he could move toward the entrance of Hogwarts to run and burn some magic off, a high-pitched mewling from somewhere near his ankles. He looked down and found himself gazing into a pair of lamp-like yellow eyes. It was Mrs. Norris, the skeletal gray cat who was used by the caretaker, Argus Filch, as a sort of deputy in his endless battle against students. (- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Page 124)

"Hello girl," Harry muttered as he reached down and took Mrs. Norris into his arm. She purred as he rubbed her head softly, her all but melting in his arms and butting her head under his chin.