Hey
Everyone, Lionndragon
Title: Unified by Love Summary: Even Harry defeated
Voldemort, Dumbledore haven't achieved his wish. The 4 houses haven't
united yet. There is only one way... Disclaimer: J.K.
Rowling is the one who created the masterpiece
I was in school and i was
thinking during bible class. I brought up this short plot that i
would like to try so why not write this one? Thanks to my editor and
best friend, ChiwawaLver. She is the one who helps me with this! I
hope you will enjoy this story. It will be very sad at the beginning
but it will smooth out later. I promise it will be good so please
leave a review and let me know what do you think!
Chapter 1
Harry sat on the very edge of his bed, staring into the darkness of his silent bedroom. It was so dark, it would have made no difference whether his eyes were open or not. He had another nightmare about the Great Battle at Hogsmeade. Harry couldn't wipe from his memory, the blank stares of Padma Patil, Dean Thomas, Marietta Edgecomb and Justin Flinch-Fletchy. But what really burned a hole in his memory forever was witnessing the heroic feats of George and Fred Weasley...
Flashback Harry ducked as a purple streak of light zipped over his head.
Distant screams made the hair stand up on the nape of his neck.
Suddenly Avery lunged for Harry, Harry was too late as the fat
deatheater tackled him. the death eater's cold, blood covered hands
grasped Harry's neck. Harry couldn't breathe as he stretched his hand
trying to reach his wand. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a
person with red hair, Harry couldn't discern whether it was Fred,
George, or Ron. Then, a fast red light hit Avery and Harry's lungs
filled with air. "Alright, Harry?" asked Fred,
leaning over Harry. Harry coughed and held his neck in his
hands, messaging it. "Yeah, thanks" he croaked.
Harry suddenly looked, noticing a tall, dark
figure looming over them. Fred saw Harry's dumbfounded face and
whipped around. A dementor stood there, its rotten, moldy green hands
hold on to its hood. Somehow Harry and Fred couldn't seem to move as
they stared at the Dementor. The dementor lowered its hood, its only
facial feature was a wide gaping mouth. But then it took its long
index finger and slowly ripped a slit in its skin where the eyes
should be. Black blood oozed from the gash as a white orb began to
appear, pupil less. The dementor had given itself an eye, it repeated
this on the other side.
Fred stared in horror then whispered,
"C-can they do that?"
The Dementor's
white, blank eyes seemed to glare at Harry and Fred menacing as it
slowly moved forward. Its hot, putrid, rattling drifted down to them
like a noxious fume. Harry's head filled with his mother's pleading
screams, without thinking, Harry lunged for his wand...
End
Flashback
"We will dedicate Hagrid's cabin as the Great
Battle Memorial on the Hogwart's grounds. It will be a memorium for
all who have fallen t-today." Professor McGonagol then broke
down weeping. Harry got up and stretched. He walked quietly past a
snoring Ron, a squeling Neville, and a silent Seamus.
Harry trotted downstairs and found Hermione curled up on the floor by
the hearth. Harry's heart went out to her as he remembered Krum's
violent death, which took at least 5 hours of torture. Harry knelt
beside her and lightly touched her cheek. She opened her warm brown
eyes, but didn't smile.
"Why does everything in the world that is good, disappear?" she murmured, her face pale and white.
"Nothing lasts forever." Harry replied, lying down beside her and popping his head up with on arm. For a moment, they gazed into each other's eyes. But Hermione looked away,
"I was so sure we'd get married. Its like my life is gone. I-I was so sure, so sure, so sure..." Hermione was looking delirious as she rolled over on her back and began murmuring, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. Harry watched her breats rise and fall in uneven breaths. Harry's eyes roamed to her slightly bulging belly. Harry's forehead furrowed into a frown as the truth dawned on him.
"Hermione, You are not-"
"I am, Harry. I'm not ashamed, if that's what you're thinking." she relied weakly, tears trickling down her rosy cheeks.
Oh
my god...It was hard for me to type this chapter because it was too
sad...What do you think so far? So for your information, later
chapters will contain slash. You will have to figure who is pairing
up with who. You will like it, I promise! Please give a feedback!
Thank you! I will update the next chapter soon, I
hope! lionndragon