Post by missswann on Jun 8, 2008 9:48:04 GMT -5
Intellectual fanfic, EVERYTHING has a base in the Aeneid, or the Odyessy or Harry Potter, although I don't like Harry, so it's not about him.
Albus Dumbledore
Harry Potter and the Golden Bough
“Now you must go to the underworld Albus and retrieve the prophecy which foretells the location of the golden bough.” Albus raised his eyebrows in mild confusion.
“How would one get there?”
“Ah,” said Sybil, “I think one would need the assistance of Luna Lovegood…” There was an awkward pause, “Then again I presume the rather odd free house elf might be able to lead the way.”
“Dobby?” asked Dumbledore in disbelief.
“Yes, odd one isn’t he?”
*****
“Just up ahead Professor Dumbledore, sir, follow Dobby.” The little elf scurried ahead sweeping the ground with the small brush as he went and dragging a rather docile pigeon/owl which was twittering madly for a few seconds and then fell limply.
“You know Dobby, there really is no need to sweep the floor before me,” Dumbledore said.
“Ah, but sir you never know when the wheezy twins have left their funny tricks on the floors, why only yesterday Winky got stuck in one of their gnome traps, it was taking Dobby ages to get her out Professor Dumbledore sir, but then HARRY POTTER CAME! And he saved Winky! J He is wonderful Professor Dumbledore, sir!”
The elf had always disturbed Dumbledore but he did his best to ignore his seemingly undying praise for the weedy, arrogant, self obsessed brat that was Harry Potter.
Dobby stopped outside of the room of requirement.
“Professor Dumbledore the underworld shall “appear” if we wills it too sir, we must walk past three times and then we wills open the door and find the halls of Hades!”
They did so and eventually the door appeared and Dumbledore opened the door. “Argh! It is dark! But Dobby will go on if Dumbledore wishes!”
*****
The halls of Hades were dark and dripping wet with slime from the ceiling. “You know professor Dumbledore sir, this place reminds Dobby of Snape’s dungeon! None of the house elves wish to clean it sir, for it scares them.”
“You should really take your employer to a tribune if you feel your lives at risk.”
As they walked over the threshold from the shadows loomed the Hungarian short snout, the Basilisk, flubber-worms in their masses, the Norwegian ridgeback, centaurs - not like Firenze -, then Dumbledore unsheathed his wand - just in case. They continued to walk, heading towards the sound of dead water. There blocking the way to the water’s edge was a huge blast ended screwt!
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Dobby squealed and ducked behind Dumbledore’s robes. Dumbledore drew his wand and threw a hex at the screwt which soared through the hazy vision and faded to nothing.
They approached the river and saw Hagrid standing by the boat.
“Ah, Rubeus!” Dumbledore greeted the ferryman who completely blanked him in return.
“Sorry, professor, but I can’t take you across whilst you’re still alive.” Hagrid stated.
“Oh blast! I didn‘t see this coming!”
“How will we ever get across?” Dobby began to despair clutching at his big bat like ears.
“Oh, I know, Dobby do a funny dance!” Dumbledore ordered.
Dobby began his funny dance, his webbed feet thwacking on the stone floor and Hagrid began to laugh loudly at the funny elf.
*****
As they were about to pull up at the dock on the opposite side Dobby squeaked;
“Professor Dumbledore sir, it is fluffy!” The elf squeaked pointing up at the giant three headed dog behind Dumbledore.
“Actually Dobby, I believe the correct name for him is Cerberus.”
On the opposite bank they sacrificed the owl they had been carrying. It was still madly tweeting and flapping and then failing and limply dropping to Dobby’s side. Dumbledore drew his wand and summoned the blood from the owl, which fell dead on the ground at Dobby’s feet and lay motionless and bleeding. Then as if by… MAGIC… ghosts appeared from nowhere and began to drink the blood. Dumbledore and Dobby recognised many a witch and wizard among the crowd of ghosts vying for the blood. The Asphodel Fields were grim and dull, the ghosts were wandering aimlessly. Dumbledore saw his sister Ariana and several Hogwarts students who had passed through the school as well as countless members of the order and other non-descript witches and wizards. None of them seemed to notice him and he and Dobby passed on from the grey abyss drawn towards the bright shining gold light.
The shining gold light was coming from up ahead, Elysium, here it appeared all the trees which were bearing plenty fruit where made of gold. Dobby shrieked;
“Oh my, Professor Dumbledore sir! We has found the golden bough!”
“No Dobby, I don’t think we have, we need to find one in the real world.” Dumbledore replied quite calmly. Dobby shrugged. Elysium was very beautiful and the rivers flowed with wine and the inhabitants reclined on comfortably soft chairs.
“Dumbledore?” A voice asked. Dumbledore turned. Sirius was standing there.
“Ah, Sirius! How good to see you!” Dumbledore beamed. Sirius blinked emotionlessly. “I see you died a hero?”
“Yes, I did. Although you forgot to put a coin in my mouth.”
“Ah, well…”Dumbledore stammered.
“No matter, the Lovegood child found me and put it in.” Sirius said tonelessly.
“Oh right…”
“If you’re looking for Tartarus, it’s that way.” Sirius said pointing to the fortress on an island in the middle of a lake. “I know, I get déjà vu every time I look over their,” Sirius showed the first emotion of the entire meeting and shivered.
*****
Tartarus was a large looming fortress in the middle of the lake, with crashing waves hitting off the sides. Dobby shivered and gripped his ears tightly panicking about what lay inside as they heard shrieks of pain and terror.
“You’d have thought they’d have gotten used to their punishments by now wouldn’t you?” Dumbledore said pleasantly. Dobby’s eyes widened in shock at Dumbledore’s joke.
Inside Dumbledore seemed to know who he was looking for. Eventually he found a man, who like Sisyphus, had evidentially tried to evade death rolling a huge bolder up a hill only to watch it roll back down.
“Ah, Grindlewald! How good to see you!”
“Good to see you also Dumbledore, but forgive me why are you here?”
“I have come to seek your knowledge of the golden bough.” There was an awkward pause during which Grindlewald watched in despair as his boulder fell to the ground again. “Do you want to tell us how to find it?”
“How did you find the underworld?” Grindlewald asked.
“Why, we used the room of requirement,” Dumbledore answered as if he must be stupid to ask. Grindlewald began to push the giant boulder up the hill again.
“Well…”*pant* “why don’t you try,” *pant* “to use it to,” *pant “find the bough?” Grindlewald gasped.
“Genius why didn’t I think of that before!” Dumbledore exclaimed. He turned to leave but just as he was going he turned around, waved his wand and the boulder made it to the top of the hill.
*****
Back outside the room of requirement, Dobby and Dumbledore persevered in their quest for the bough and finally found it within the room.
THE END
Albus Dumbledore
“Now you must go to the underworld Albus and retrieve the prophecy which foretells the location of the golden bough.” Albus raised his eyebrows in mild confusion.
“How would one get there?”
“Ah,” said Sybil, “I think one would need the assistance of Luna Lovegood…” There was an awkward pause, “Then again I presume the rather odd free house elf might be able to lead the way.”
“Dobby?” asked Dumbledore in disbelief.
“Yes, odd one isn’t he?”
*****
“Just up ahead Professor Dumbledore, sir, follow Dobby.” The little elf scurried ahead sweeping the ground with the small brush as he went and dragging a rather docile pigeon/owl which was twittering madly for a few seconds and then fell limply.
“You know Dobby, there really is no need to sweep the floor before me,” Dumbledore said.
“Ah, but sir you never know when the wheezy twins have left their funny tricks on the floors, why only yesterday Winky got stuck in one of their gnome traps, it was taking Dobby ages to get her out Professor Dumbledore sir, but then HARRY POTTER CAME! And he saved Winky! J He is wonderful Professor Dumbledore, sir!”
The elf had always disturbed Dumbledore but he did his best to ignore his seemingly undying praise for the weedy, arrogant, self obsessed brat that was Harry Potter.
Dobby stopped outside of the room of requirement.
“Professor Dumbledore the underworld shall “appear” if we wills it too sir, we must walk past three times and then we wills open the door and find the halls of Hades!”
They did so and eventually the door appeared and Dumbledore opened the door. “Argh! It is dark! But Dobby will go on if Dumbledore wishes!”
*****
The halls of Hades were dark and dripping wet with slime from the ceiling. “You know professor Dumbledore sir, this place reminds Dobby of Snape’s dungeon! None of the house elves wish to clean it sir, for it scares them.”
“You should really take your employer to a tribune if you feel your lives at risk.”
As they walked over the threshold from the shadows loomed the Hungarian short snout, the Basilisk, flubber-worms in their masses, the Norwegian ridgeback, centaurs - not like Firenze -, then Dumbledore unsheathed his wand - just in case. They continued to walk, heading towards the sound of dead water. There blocking the way to the water’s edge was a huge blast ended screwt!
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Dobby squealed and ducked behind Dumbledore’s robes. Dumbledore drew his wand and threw a hex at the screwt which soared through the hazy vision and faded to nothing.
They approached the river and saw Hagrid standing by the boat.
“Ah, Rubeus!” Dumbledore greeted the ferryman who completely blanked him in return.
“Sorry, professor, but I can’t take you across whilst you’re still alive.” Hagrid stated.
“Oh blast! I didn‘t see this coming!”
“How will we ever get across?” Dobby began to despair clutching at his big bat like ears.
“Oh, I know, Dobby do a funny dance!” Dumbledore ordered.
Dobby began his funny dance, his webbed feet thwacking on the stone floor and Hagrid began to laugh loudly at the funny elf.
*****
As they were about to pull up at the dock on the opposite side Dobby squeaked;
“Professor Dumbledore sir, it is fluffy!” The elf squeaked pointing up at the giant three headed dog behind Dumbledore.
“Actually Dobby, I believe the correct name for him is Cerberus.”
On the opposite bank they sacrificed the owl they had been carrying. It was still madly tweeting and flapping and then failing and limply dropping to Dobby’s side. Dumbledore drew his wand and summoned the blood from the owl, which fell dead on the ground at Dobby’s feet and lay motionless and bleeding. Then as if by… MAGIC… ghosts appeared from nowhere and began to drink the blood. Dumbledore and Dobby recognised many a witch and wizard among the crowd of ghosts vying for the blood. The Asphodel Fields were grim and dull, the ghosts were wandering aimlessly. Dumbledore saw his sister Ariana and several Hogwarts students who had passed through the school as well as countless members of the order and other non-descript witches and wizards. None of them seemed to notice him and he and Dobby passed on from the grey abyss drawn towards the bright shining gold light.
The shining gold light was coming from up ahead, Elysium, here it appeared all the trees which were bearing plenty fruit where made of gold. Dobby shrieked;
“Oh my, Professor Dumbledore sir! We has found the golden bough!”
“No Dobby, I don’t think we have, we need to find one in the real world.” Dumbledore replied quite calmly. Dobby shrugged. Elysium was very beautiful and the rivers flowed with wine and the inhabitants reclined on comfortably soft chairs.
“Dumbledore?” A voice asked. Dumbledore turned. Sirius was standing there.
“Ah, Sirius! How good to see you!” Dumbledore beamed. Sirius blinked emotionlessly. “I see you died a hero?”
“Yes, I did. Although you forgot to put a coin in my mouth.”
“Ah, well…”Dumbledore stammered.
“No matter, the Lovegood child found me and put it in.” Sirius said tonelessly.
“Oh right…”
“If you’re looking for Tartarus, it’s that way.” Sirius said pointing to the fortress on an island in the middle of a lake. “I know, I get déjà vu every time I look over their,” Sirius showed the first emotion of the entire meeting and shivered.
*****
Tartarus was a large looming fortress in the middle of the lake, with crashing waves hitting off the sides. Dobby shivered and gripped his ears tightly panicking about what lay inside as they heard shrieks of pain and terror.
“You’d have thought they’d have gotten used to their punishments by now wouldn’t you?” Dumbledore said pleasantly. Dobby’s eyes widened in shock at Dumbledore’s joke.
Inside Dumbledore seemed to know who he was looking for. Eventually he found a man, who like Sisyphus, had evidentially tried to evade death rolling a huge bolder up a hill only to watch it roll back down.
“Ah, Grindlewald! How good to see you!”
“Good to see you also Dumbledore, but forgive me why are you here?”
“I have come to seek your knowledge of the golden bough.” There was an awkward pause during which Grindlewald watched in despair as his boulder fell to the ground again. “Do you want to tell us how to find it?”
“How did you find the underworld?” Grindlewald asked.
“Why, we used the room of requirement,” Dumbledore answered as if he must be stupid to ask. Grindlewald began to push the giant boulder up the hill again.
“Well…”*pant* “why don’t you try,” *pant* “to use it to,” *pant “find the bough?” Grindlewald gasped.
“Genius why didn’t I think of that before!” Dumbledore exclaimed. He turned to leave but just as he was going he turned around, waved his wand and the boulder made it to the top of the hill.
*****
Back outside the room of requirement, Dobby and Dumbledore persevered in their quest for the bough and finally found it within the room.
THE END
