This is my first fic. I hope y'all enjoy. Just a few notes: 1) Disclaimer: Obviously, I own nothing in this story,
except maybe a few characters and spells I create randomly. J.K. Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter ideas and
people, and places, and things. 2) This story may have things that make you think, "Well this person
would never really do that!" That's the point of me writing! To have some fun with what I think could happen.
3) Review no matter what. If you wanna verbally bash me, do it! I may ignore you, but at least you've
made your point... Ok, until the end of the chapter.....
{Flashback}
June 20th - Last Hogsmeade Trip
"I'm telling you, Hermione, I don't know."
"Why not? It's not too much to ask, is it?"
"No, but.... I'm not good with these things."
Harry was feeling almost as distraught as ever, but surely the worst of it was over. A whole
year without seeing or speaking to or communicating with his godfather. He had done it before, without
knowing who Sirius was, but he had never realized before how much he relied on his godfather. Harry
Potter's sixth year had been an interesting one, don't get me wrong, but there was always that nagging
feeling of anger, sadness, hate, love, and all the other feelings involved with teenagers and hormones...
and such. The biggest surprise was that Lupin had returned to teach again, since Dumbledore could find
no one else. About a week before term started, Lupin volunteered to do so, as long as Snape would make
him the potions again, to prevent from becoming a dangerous werewolf. Also, Nearly Headless Nick was
finally accepted into the Headless Hunt, mainly because the old leader was overthrown when he tried to
steal the funds that were supposed to buy new living quarters. The new leader was Sir David of Pastimire,
who had always felt sorry for Nick and made it his first order of duty to allow him to enter. The Gryffindor
Tower partied long and hard that night.
Voldemort had at last returned to his normal ways, since everyone knew he was back. He killed
nameless hundreds, gathered new followers, killed unloyal old ones, etc. In the recent months he had become
much more violent, and making more dire attempts at Harry's demise. A letter containing a poison of some
sort was brought to him buy a tattered Barn owl, and if it wasn't for the owls claws accidentally ripping it
open and getting the poison on them, causing them to sizzle and burn, he would have met a similar fate.
Gryffindor had lost the Quidditch Cup in the final game against Ravenclaw, but unfairly. Cho, who
had been showing hate to Harry all year following last year's bitter end, had used the back end of her broom
to knock Harry off balance when Mme. Hooch wasn't looking. She caught the Snitch, and despite everyone
who was rooting for Gryffindor nagging her, she refused to give in. She found many a toad in her office that
night, all of which were painted red.
Everything was about the same, school-wise. Harry and Ron passed, Hermione broke records for high
scores, the usual. And here, a re-scheduled Hogsmeade trip with 10 days left in school, the perfect end. Yet
here was Hermione, begging him to talk to her, so he went along, giving up this last day of fun. He really
shouldn't be out here, by the Shrieking Shack, alone. He looked back. Everyone else was leaving, but
Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him around to the other side of the Shack, out of sight. The woods covered
them on three sides.
Hermione's tone became serious. "I've been considering this for quite a long time. I've been a close
onlooker, and have just fallen more and more in love. All I want for my birthday is the love of-..."
FLASH! Okay, everyone should doubt the reality of this, but hey, I love super fiction...
Harry had leaned to his right, touching a small tree. This tree, unbeknownst to him, was a Portkey.
After a familiar push behind his navel, he looked up. The person at the end of the Portkey was none other than
Voldemort. They were back in a very familiar graveyard, one Harry had been in almost exactly two years ago.
Voldemort was alone; the Death Eaters were not surrounding him as they had been last time.
"Well, well, Harry Potter. Fancy meeting you here."
"Harry--!"
Harry almost had a heart attack. Hermione was standing right next to him. He had forgotten that she
had still been holding his arm when he touched the Portkey.
"Hermione! Don't run. It'll provoke him. Don't move.... This is between me and you, Voldemort. Let
her go!"
"I have no business with her!" He used a Reductor spell to send her flying back 20 feet, and into a
gravestone. She was semi-conscious.
Harry thought. He had done so many things over the past two years. So many, indeed, that he almost
had a chance of actually beating Voldemort. The D.A. meetings had continued over the past year, and he had
learned some new things himself, from the many books in the room. He was surely a more powerful wizard than
many of the Hogwarts teachers, save perhaps Snape, McGonagall and, of course, Dumbledore. He would do his
best.
"Come on, Voldemort, let's just get started. You have nothing to say to me." Harry then pointed his wand
at himself from inside of his robes and muttered a spell he now knew very well. It was called the Flash Spell. It
was very hard, and even Hermione had trouble with it at first. Harry, however, had mastered it. It made the user
unbelievably fast at will. Harry could now go from right in front of Voldemort to 30 feet behind him in 2 seconds
or less.
Voldemort didn't give him warning. "Avada--...." But Harry wasn't where he was before. Voldemort looked
around, utterly shocked.
"Reducto!" shouted Harry, who was now to Voldemort's right. A beam of blinding red light hit The Dark Lord
in the side, and he flew into a gravestone, crushing his arm in the process. He let out a high pitched wail, and lunged
at Harry.
"Crucio!" he yelped, and the spell did hit Harry, but Harry was excellent in repelling spells. He yelled, "Protego!",
and, not for the first time in his life, a painful spell rebounded upon Voldemort. Voldemort suffered for five seconds before
breaking his own curse, and looked up. Harry stood about 30 feet away, but was walking closer to him. Voldemort
looked around, looking for any way out. He saw the young woman hiding behind a gravestone about 10 feet away. He
grinned, knowing Potter couldn't stand seeing his friends injured.
Voldemort knew exactly what spell to use. "Scorpulinous!", he yelled. He had created this spell himself, testing
it out on the Death Eater named Avery after he had failed the Dark Lord. The body of Hermione went limp, except for her
head, which whipped from side to side, looking for Harry.
"Harry!" she screamed as she began to float upwards towards the sky. Her eyes closed in pain; she felt as
if her insides were swelling. She wasn't looking bloated, but she felt it-- and that was the point of the spell. Her body's
insides were expanding, but her outsides weren't adjusting to this extrusion. She didn't have much time until....
Harry was watching this all, frozen on the spot. He wanted to help Hermione, but he couldn't move, speak, think--
He didn't know what to do. His best friend was going to die before his very eyes.
The internal bloating stopped. Hermione looked around, painfully. Voldemort glimpsed at Harry and said, "Never
attempt to defeat The Dark Lord!!!" And with that he flicked his wand. Hermione's insides made one last expansion-- and
KA-POW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blood was strewn everywhere. Harry screamed out, "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!", as blood soaked his entire body.
Voldemort was laughing. That just seemed to provoke Harry even more. Harry regained the ability to think. What can
I do? What spells do I know?..... wait. If the Patronus can defeat Dementors, one of the most evil things on earth, then....
Harry thought of great times he and Hermione had had. Late night studying for courses, trips to Hogsmeade,
everything, and then: "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
The jet of white light shot out, and took the form of a stag. Voldemort was dressed in Dementor's attire, and the
stag charged. Before Voldemort had a chance to put up his arms, the prongs gored him. Harry did a double take... the
stag wasn't solid, it couldn't gore Voldemort. But Harry looked again...
The stag was looking less wispy, less translucent. It was still glowing, but not like a beam of light. The stag was
somehow, beyond any knowledge of Harry's, real!
Voldemort was emitting his final screams of pain. Harry knew what he planned to do when the stag dropped him,
but didn't like it. Then again, Hermione's blood covered his body. Voldemort fell to the ground, motionless. The stag cantered
over to Harry, and Harry noticed something incredible. The markings around it's eyes resembled the same round glasses
worn by Harry. There was a tuft of black hair, very messy, between the two antlers. Not for the first time in his life, Harry
was staring at his father. The stag became less solid, more and more wispy again, until it finally disappeared. Voldemort
looked up, though Harry couldn't see him. He moved back his arm that was holding his wand, as if to throw a baseball.
He muttered some words, and slashed the wand. Harry had seen this purple spell before. The light cut through his body.
"AAARGH!!!!" Harry yelled. It was extremely painful, but he didn't fall. Voldemort apparently thought he would,
because his eyes widened in surprise. Harry glared at him, aimed his wand at Voldemort's neck, and screamed,
"Diffindo!!!!" The Cutting Spell flew forth, straight at Voldemort's throat. Voldemort uttered his last gasp, and felt his
throat cut open. Although he probably wouldn't be eligible for the Headless Hunt, Voldemort was dead.
A smile of succes played at Harry's lips, but then the slash spell started to take effect. Harry fell over, and
lay there, unconscious, not to be found until the next morning.
Wow. I told you that even I doubted the reality of this chapter, but I liked how it turned out. Did I mention that
most of this story was a dream? I drempt most of this about a month ago, and I've been adding other parts for a while
now. Well, I dunno what most of you will think. Just review, please, no matter what you think of it. Until next time.
except maybe a few characters and spells I create randomly. J.K. Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter ideas and
people, and places, and things. 2) This story may have things that make you think, "Well this person
would never really do that!" That's the point of me writing! To have some fun with what I think could happen.
3) Review no matter what. If you wanna verbally bash me, do it! I may ignore you, but at least you've
made your point... Ok, until the end of the chapter.....
{Flashback}
June 20th - Last Hogsmeade Trip
"I'm telling you, Hermione, I don't know."
"Why not? It's not too much to ask, is it?"
"No, but.... I'm not good with these things."
Harry was feeling almost as distraught as ever, but surely the worst of it was over. A whole
year without seeing or speaking to or communicating with his godfather. He had done it before, without
knowing who Sirius was, but he had never realized before how much he relied on his godfather. Harry
Potter's sixth year had been an interesting one, don't get me wrong, but there was always that nagging
feeling of anger, sadness, hate, love, and all the other feelings involved with teenagers and hormones...
and such. The biggest surprise was that Lupin had returned to teach again, since Dumbledore could find
no one else. About a week before term started, Lupin volunteered to do so, as long as Snape would make
him the potions again, to prevent from becoming a dangerous werewolf. Also, Nearly Headless Nick was
finally accepted into the Headless Hunt, mainly because the old leader was overthrown when he tried to
steal the funds that were supposed to buy new living quarters. The new leader was Sir David of Pastimire,
who had always felt sorry for Nick and made it his first order of duty to allow him to enter. The Gryffindor
Tower partied long and hard that night.
Voldemort had at last returned to his normal ways, since everyone knew he was back. He killed
nameless hundreds, gathered new followers, killed unloyal old ones, etc. In the recent months he had become
much more violent, and making more dire attempts at Harry's demise. A letter containing a poison of some
sort was brought to him buy a tattered Barn owl, and if it wasn't for the owls claws accidentally ripping it
open and getting the poison on them, causing them to sizzle and burn, he would have met a similar fate.
Gryffindor had lost the Quidditch Cup in the final game against Ravenclaw, but unfairly. Cho, who
had been showing hate to Harry all year following last year's bitter end, had used the back end of her broom
to knock Harry off balance when Mme. Hooch wasn't looking. She caught the Snitch, and despite everyone
who was rooting for Gryffindor nagging her, she refused to give in. She found many a toad in her office that
night, all of which were painted red.
Everything was about the same, school-wise. Harry and Ron passed, Hermione broke records for high
scores, the usual. And here, a re-scheduled Hogsmeade trip with 10 days left in school, the perfect end. Yet
here was Hermione, begging him to talk to her, so he went along, giving up this last day of fun. He really
shouldn't be out here, by the Shrieking Shack, alone. He looked back. Everyone else was leaving, but
Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him around to the other side of the Shack, out of sight. The woods covered
them on three sides.
Hermione's tone became serious. "I've been considering this for quite a long time. I've been a close
onlooker, and have just fallen more and more in love. All I want for my birthday is the love of-..."
FLASH! Okay, everyone should doubt the reality of this, but hey, I love super fiction...
Harry had leaned to his right, touching a small tree. This tree, unbeknownst to him, was a Portkey.
After a familiar push behind his navel, he looked up. The person at the end of the Portkey was none other than
Voldemort. They were back in a very familiar graveyard, one Harry had been in almost exactly two years ago.
Voldemort was alone; the Death Eaters were not surrounding him as they had been last time.
"Well, well, Harry Potter. Fancy meeting you here."
"Harry--!"
Harry almost had a heart attack. Hermione was standing right next to him. He had forgotten that she
had still been holding his arm when he touched the Portkey.
"Hermione! Don't run. It'll provoke him. Don't move.... This is between me and you, Voldemort. Let
her go!"
"I have no business with her!" He used a Reductor spell to send her flying back 20 feet, and into a
gravestone. She was semi-conscious.
Harry thought. He had done so many things over the past two years. So many, indeed, that he almost
had a chance of actually beating Voldemort. The D.A. meetings had continued over the past year, and he had
learned some new things himself, from the many books in the room. He was surely a more powerful wizard than
many of the Hogwarts teachers, save perhaps Snape, McGonagall and, of course, Dumbledore. He would do his
best.
"Come on, Voldemort, let's just get started. You have nothing to say to me." Harry then pointed his wand
at himself from inside of his robes and muttered a spell he now knew very well. It was called the Flash Spell. It
was very hard, and even Hermione had trouble with it at first. Harry, however, had mastered it. It made the user
unbelievably fast at will. Harry could now go from right in front of Voldemort to 30 feet behind him in 2 seconds
or less.
Voldemort didn't give him warning. "Avada--...." But Harry wasn't where he was before. Voldemort looked
around, utterly shocked.
"Reducto!" shouted Harry, who was now to Voldemort's right. A beam of blinding red light hit The Dark Lord
in the side, and he flew into a gravestone, crushing his arm in the process. He let out a high pitched wail, and lunged
at Harry.
"Crucio!" he yelped, and the spell did hit Harry, but Harry was excellent in repelling spells. He yelled, "Protego!",
and, not for the first time in his life, a painful spell rebounded upon Voldemort. Voldemort suffered for five seconds before
breaking his own curse, and looked up. Harry stood about 30 feet away, but was walking closer to him. Voldemort
looked around, looking for any way out. He saw the young woman hiding behind a gravestone about 10 feet away. He
grinned, knowing Potter couldn't stand seeing his friends injured.
Voldemort knew exactly what spell to use. "Scorpulinous!", he yelled. He had created this spell himself, testing
it out on the Death Eater named Avery after he had failed the Dark Lord. The body of Hermione went limp, except for her
head, which whipped from side to side, looking for Harry.
"Harry!" she screamed as she began to float upwards towards the sky. Her eyes closed in pain; she felt as
if her insides were swelling. She wasn't looking bloated, but she felt it-- and that was the point of the spell. Her body's
insides were expanding, but her outsides weren't adjusting to this extrusion. She didn't have much time until....
Harry was watching this all, frozen on the spot. He wanted to help Hermione, but he couldn't move, speak, think--
He didn't know what to do. His best friend was going to die before his very eyes.
The internal bloating stopped. Hermione looked around, painfully. Voldemort glimpsed at Harry and said, "Never
attempt to defeat The Dark Lord!!!" And with that he flicked his wand. Hermione's insides made one last expansion-- and
KA-POW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blood was strewn everywhere. Harry screamed out, "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!", as blood soaked his entire body.
Voldemort was laughing. That just seemed to provoke Harry even more. Harry regained the ability to think. What can
I do? What spells do I know?..... wait. If the Patronus can defeat Dementors, one of the most evil things on earth, then....
Harry thought of great times he and Hermione had had. Late night studying for courses, trips to Hogsmeade,
everything, and then: "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
The jet of white light shot out, and took the form of a stag. Voldemort was dressed in Dementor's attire, and the
stag charged. Before Voldemort had a chance to put up his arms, the prongs gored him. Harry did a double take... the
stag wasn't solid, it couldn't gore Voldemort. But Harry looked again...
The stag was looking less wispy, less translucent. It was still glowing, but not like a beam of light. The stag was
somehow, beyond any knowledge of Harry's, real!
Voldemort was emitting his final screams of pain. Harry knew what he planned to do when the stag dropped him,
but didn't like it. Then again, Hermione's blood covered his body. Voldemort fell to the ground, motionless. The stag cantered
over to Harry, and Harry noticed something incredible. The markings around it's eyes resembled the same round glasses
worn by Harry. There was a tuft of black hair, very messy, between the two antlers. Not for the first time in his life, Harry
was staring at his father. The stag became less solid, more and more wispy again, until it finally disappeared. Voldemort
looked up, though Harry couldn't see him. He moved back his arm that was holding his wand, as if to throw a baseball.
He muttered some words, and slashed the wand. Harry had seen this purple spell before. The light cut through his body.
"AAARGH!!!!" Harry yelled. It was extremely painful, but he didn't fall. Voldemort apparently thought he would,
because his eyes widened in surprise. Harry glared at him, aimed his wand at Voldemort's neck, and screamed,
"Diffindo!!!!" The Cutting Spell flew forth, straight at Voldemort's throat. Voldemort uttered his last gasp, and felt his
throat cut open. Although he probably wouldn't be eligible for the Headless Hunt, Voldemort was dead.
A smile of succes played at Harry's lips, but then the slash spell started to take effect. Harry fell over, and
lay there, unconscious, not to be found until the next morning.
Wow. I told you that even I doubted the reality of this chapter, but I liked how it turned out. Did I mention that
most of this story was a dream? I drempt most of this about a month ago, and I've been adding other parts for a while
now. Well, I dunno what most of you will think. Just review, please, no matter what you think of it. Until next time.