Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [90]
“What about the fireplace thing? Bringing me here instead of Hogwarts, how did you do that?”
“That,” said Wormtail, “was actually up to me. I knew that you were too noble to let yourself through first, so all I had to do was wait for the last person to go through the fireplace, and then reroute the network to this room. So simple, and yet it worked so well.”
Just then, Harry noticed Snape. He was pointing a single finger, from under his robes, to one of the furnace-shaped torches in the corner of the room. Harry gave a quick glance at it, and then turned his attention back to Snape. He mouthed the word, “Floo.”
Harry understood. All he had to do was transport the torch over to him, quickly throw some Floo Powder inside it, and then just say the magic words. But was that torch, being so small and not even really a furnace, be hooked up to the Floo Network? Harry had to, for the first time in his life, trust Snape.
Even though this plan had so many variables where so many things could go wrong, it was nothing compared to the one he, Ron, and Hermione had just pulled off… well, that Ron and Hermione had pulled off anyway. After accomplishing that impossible task, everything else seemed easy: including this one. Besides, it was Harry’s only hope of escape.
Harry reached into his back pocket, and took a tiny bit of powder, barely a pinch, and held it between his fingers, getting ready to throw it into the torch. He had to wait for just the right time to do it.
“Well Harry, what is it going to be?” asked Wormtail. “Are you ready to go, and begin your life as one of the most powerful wizards on earth?”
“Well Voldemort, I’ve thought it over, and I’d have to say is… Ela Grigorus!” Wormtail gave him a confused look, but before he could say anything, the torch was in Harry’s hands. He immediately threw the tiny bit of powder into the flame, and it turned green.
“Hogwarts, Gryffindor Common Room!“ yelled Harry.
“NO!” yelled Wormtail, running towards Harry and trying to grab onto him. But, it was too late for him. Harry felt himself being shrunk, sucked into the furnace, and then returning to Hogwarts.
CHAPTER 18- Back To Hogwarts
The world around Harry once again turned black and started spinning. Faster and faster, until he stepped out of a fireplace, and into another room. Harry quickly looked around, to make sure he was back at Hogwarts, or at least not back in that room with Voldemort.
To his relief, Harry saw he was in the Gryffindor common room. It was almost completely empty, except for two figures: Ron and Hermione. They immediately ran from across the room, and to over to Harry.
“Harry!” yelled Hermione, sounding worried and looking as though she had been crying. “Are you okay?” Harry nodded, his mind racing over what had just happened.
“Where did you go Harry?” asked Ron. “You obviously didn’t turn up here, where did you end up?” Harry told them the whole story of how Wormtail had changed where his fireplace led, and what he had told him, about wanting Harry to join Voldemort. He told them about how Snape was there, and he told him to use to Floo Powder to escape.
“So Snape was with them the whole time!” said Hermione.
“I knew he was no good!” said Ron.
“No Ron,” said Harry. “Snape has been working as a spy for Dumbledore.”
“Oh,” said Ron, looking slightly embarrassed. The large clock in the room suddenly struck two in the morning.
“Oh man!” said Ron. “We’ve got to get to bed! We have a Quidditch game tomorrow, Harry!” Harry made a grunting noise, and put his head into his folded arms. How could he have forgotten? How were he and Ron supposed to play their best while they were half asleep? Harry just hoped their clones had done a good job at the strategy meeting they were supposed to have last night.
“That reminds me!” said Harry, louder than he had hoped. “We’ve got to get rid of our clones!”
As if one cue, Ron and Harry’s clones came down the steps from their dormitories. They were both in their nightclothes, and