Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, they are all J.K.Rowling's
The war had begun.
Harry Potter was sitting in his dormitory window, looking out at the Hogwart's grounds. He was in his 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was thinking back to the 1st time he had looked out of this window, 7 years ago. He couldn't help wishing that he could turn back time and be 11 forever.
But that couldn't be so.
The war had started shortly after the beginning of the summer term. He had been sitting with Ron and Hermione, playing wizard's chess. Harry was losing as always and his Queen had been killed by Ron's pawn!
They all had heard a creak of the portrait and looked up to see who it was. Professor Magonagal had entered the common room.
"Potter, Weasley, Granger, come with me please." Her voice was deadly serious and her whole demeanour had changed. Instead of looking strict and proper, her face was of someone who had just suffered a severe shock.
They stood up as one, their good moods evaporating in an instant. They all wondered what had happened. Harry remembered wondering what he had done wrong this time.
They turned down winding corridors full of pupils staring at them in astonishment. After all Hermione was Head Girl, Harry hadn't been surprised at the looks.
The Professor led them to the stone gargoyle, which hid the headmaster's office, in silence.
"Lemon Bon-Bon." This was the password that gained them entrance to the hidden room above. As soon as she uttered the words the gargoyle stepped aside and they had filed onto the moving staircase, The Professor first, then Ron, Hermione and finally Harry.
The Headmaster had been at the top waiting for them. His eyes showed none of their usual sparkle and his mouth had been set in a thin straight line. His robes had been of a dark black, quite unlike what Harry had seen him wear before.
"Come in," his voice had been sombre and melancholy.
"I'm afraid I have some very bad news. Last night." his voice had broken off at this. He had run his fingers through his greying hair, took a deep breath and tried again.
"Last night, Lord Voldemort broke into the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters. He murdered all present, except one. He left Tonks alive, but severely hurt. She is recovering at St. Mungos. Thankfully, Mr and Mrs Weasley were elsewhere, so they are not hurt."
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, but Harry and Hermione had both been shocked. Dumbledore's face had contorted in anger and grief. He had looked at all present and saw their faces reflecting what he felt.
"I myself had been there earlier that evening, but I had had to return on school matters. This is the start of the war; we must do all we can to protect ourselves. Harry I think now is the time you must tell Ron and Hermione about the prophecy."
He had turned to Harry, who had been standing there with his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. How was this possible?
Millions of questions had started running through his head. How, who, why?
But his questions had had to be asked later. Hermione and Ron were staring at him, questioning looks on their faces.
"What prophesy, Harry," Hermione asked, "what haven't you told us?" She hadn't looked quite as steady a usual and her face had been of someone who was very scared.
So Harry had told them the secret he had been carrying for the last 18 months. About the prophecy which defined his fate for the rest of his life. The one that said that either he would kill Voldemort or Voldemort would kill him.
Ron and Hermione had stood there, listening to him with horrified looks on their faces. When he had finished there was a minute of silence before anyone spoke.
"That is why," Dumbledore had broken the silence. "That is why, Harry we have had to put extra precautions on you. You are not allowed to leave the castle and you cannot go anywhere on your own.
You are our only hope. With the Order of the Phoenix destroyed, our hopes and the hopes of all the world, rest on you."
Harry vaguely remembered walking back to the common room and climbing the stairs to his dormitory.
6 weeks later he was still finding it hard to believe that he would never see Lupin, Moody or any of the others ever again.
He missed them almost as much as he was missing Sirius, even though it had been 1½ years since he had died.
He gazed out of the window, absentmindedly picking at the windowpane. Ron and Hermione had been shocked that Harry had kept such a large secret from them for so long.
Recently, however, they had begun to realise that Harry could never have told them before. It had been too dangerous.
Dumbledore had kept to his word. Harry had not been allowed out of the castle at all.
Ron and Hermione had done what Dumbledore had ordered; they hadn't left him alive for the last 6 weeks.
At the last Hogsmeade weekend, he, Ron and Hermione had stayed behind, playing Wizard's chess, gobstones and just talking quietly.
Harry sighed, stretched, and silently made his way back to his warm bed.
Harry sat bolt upright. He had just remembered something that made everything seem wrong.
He jumped out of bed, pulled on a dressing gown over his pyjamas, picked up his invisibility cloak and ran down the stairs. He ran out the portrait hole and bounded towards the Headmaster's office.
He paused by the Gargoyle, wondering whether the Headmaster would be annoyed at Harry waking him at 2 in the morning. He decided that it couldn't wait; he had to tell Dumbledore now.
The Gargoyle leaped aside when he whispered the password and Harry jumped up the spiralling staircase 3 steps at a time.
He pushed open the door and ran inside. He ground to a halt suddenly when he saw who was inside.
Standing by Dumbledore's desk, speaking quietly to the Headmaster was Lord Voldemort.
The war had begun.
Harry Potter was sitting in his dormitory window, looking out at the Hogwart's grounds. He was in his 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was thinking back to the 1st time he had looked out of this window, 7 years ago. He couldn't help wishing that he could turn back time and be 11 forever.
But that couldn't be so.
The war had started shortly after the beginning of the summer term. He had been sitting with Ron and Hermione, playing wizard's chess. Harry was losing as always and his Queen had been killed by Ron's pawn!
They all had heard a creak of the portrait and looked up to see who it was. Professor Magonagal had entered the common room.
"Potter, Weasley, Granger, come with me please." Her voice was deadly serious and her whole demeanour had changed. Instead of looking strict and proper, her face was of someone who had just suffered a severe shock.
They stood up as one, their good moods evaporating in an instant. They all wondered what had happened. Harry remembered wondering what he had done wrong this time.
They turned down winding corridors full of pupils staring at them in astonishment. After all Hermione was Head Girl, Harry hadn't been surprised at the looks.
The Professor led them to the stone gargoyle, which hid the headmaster's office, in silence.
"Lemon Bon-Bon." This was the password that gained them entrance to the hidden room above. As soon as she uttered the words the gargoyle stepped aside and they had filed onto the moving staircase, The Professor first, then Ron, Hermione and finally Harry.
The Headmaster had been at the top waiting for them. His eyes showed none of their usual sparkle and his mouth had been set in a thin straight line. His robes had been of a dark black, quite unlike what Harry had seen him wear before.
"Come in," his voice had been sombre and melancholy.
"I'm afraid I have some very bad news. Last night." his voice had broken off at this. He had run his fingers through his greying hair, took a deep breath and tried again.
"Last night, Lord Voldemort broke into the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters. He murdered all present, except one. He left Tonks alive, but severely hurt. She is recovering at St. Mungos. Thankfully, Mr and Mrs Weasley were elsewhere, so they are not hurt."
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, but Harry and Hermione had both been shocked. Dumbledore's face had contorted in anger and grief. He had looked at all present and saw their faces reflecting what he felt.
"I myself had been there earlier that evening, but I had had to return on school matters. This is the start of the war; we must do all we can to protect ourselves. Harry I think now is the time you must tell Ron and Hermione about the prophecy."
He had turned to Harry, who had been standing there with his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. How was this possible?
Millions of questions had started running through his head. How, who, why?
But his questions had had to be asked later. Hermione and Ron were staring at him, questioning looks on their faces.
"What prophesy, Harry," Hermione asked, "what haven't you told us?" She hadn't looked quite as steady a usual and her face had been of someone who was very scared.
So Harry had told them the secret he had been carrying for the last 18 months. About the prophecy which defined his fate for the rest of his life. The one that said that either he would kill Voldemort or Voldemort would kill him.
Ron and Hermione had stood there, listening to him with horrified looks on their faces. When he had finished there was a minute of silence before anyone spoke.
"That is why," Dumbledore had broken the silence. "That is why, Harry we have had to put extra precautions on you. You are not allowed to leave the castle and you cannot go anywhere on your own.
You are our only hope. With the Order of the Phoenix destroyed, our hopes and the hopes of all the world, rest on you."
Harry vaguely remembered walking back to the common room and climbing the stairs to his dormitory.
6 weeks later he was still finding it hard to believe that he would never see Lupin, Moody or any of the others ever again.
He missed them almost as much as he was missing Sirius, even though it had been 1½ years since he had died.
He gazed out of the window, absentmindedly picking at the windowpane. Ron and Hermione had been shocked that Harry had kept such a large secret from them for so long.
Recently, however, they had begun to realise that Harry could never have told them before. It had been too dangerous.
Dumbledore had kept to his word. Harry had not been allowed out of the castle at all.
Ron and Hermione had done what Dumbledore had ordered; they hadn't left him alive for the last 6 weeks.
At the last Hogsmeade weekend, he, Ron and Hermione had stayed behind, playing Wizard's chess, gobstones and just talking quietly.
Harry sighed, stretched, and silently made his way back to his warm bed.
Harry sat bolt upright. He had just remembered something that made everything seem wrong.
He jumped out of bed, pulled on a dressing gown over his pyjamas, picked up his invisibility cloak and ran down the stairs. He ran out the portrait hole and bounded towards the Headmaster's office.
He paused by the Gargoyle, wondering whether the Headmaster would be annoyed at Harry waking him at 2 in the morning. He decided that it couldn't wait; he had to tell Dumbledore now.
The Gargoyle leaped aside when he whispered the password and Harry jumped up the spiralling staircase 3 steps at a time.
He pushed open the door and ran inside. He ground to a halt suddenly when he saw who was inside.
Standing by Dumbledore's desk, speaking quietly to the Headmaster was Lord Voldemort.