Disclaimer: Lets face it. I may dream, fantasize, wish, hallucinate and
delude that I own Harry and his world but I don't. And if I did I
would probably hire Miss Rowling to do all the writing for me. Of course
the only catch would be that Harry and Ron got together.
What Sacrifices We Make. (By PotterBrother)
As he opened his eyes blurred faces swam into view. Assuming his glasses were on a table beside him, which he could just make out, he reached and felt immense pain flow through his body. Retracting his arm stopped the pain almost at once; it also appeared to have brought his glasses onto his face. The faces in the dimly lit room came to focus and Harry knew immediately that something horrible had happened.
Looking around the room Harry saw that it was Hermione that had put his glasses on for him, but her eyes, although distant, looked tired and glistened with tears. Continuing looking around the room, Harry realised he was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Around his bed were; Hermione, Dumbledore, The Weasley's and McGonagall.
As he rested his head on the pillow Harry sprang right back up again and looked at the faces around him. Hermione. Dumbledore. Mr and Mrs Weasley. Bill. Charlie. Percy. Fred and George. Ginny. McGonagall. No Ron. All the Weasley's were there except Ron. Then it hit him, as though his heart had just been ripped from his chest and squashed with a sledgehammer. Then it all came flooding back.
*~~~*
The pain in Harry's scar was intense. He had already lost the battle to have enough concentration to hear and feel what ever else was going on, but he had some how managed to be able to remain seeing his surroundings.
It was the very same graveyard that Harry had been used to bring Voldermort back to power. Now Voldermort was in the middle of a circled of about fifty Death Eaters listening to him intently. Ranting about how he was about to torture then kill "Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived". A difficult task if Harry Potter wasn't already lying bound and gagged at Voldermort's feet.
The Dark Mark was already burning into the sky giving the graveyard a green glow. To the left was the spot where Cedric Diggory died only three years ago, just because he was a "spare". This time, Harry had been alone from the beginning. Voldermort had sent Lucius Malfoy, McNair and two other Death Eaters to Hogwarts to kidnap Harry.
Voldermort's wand arm raised and was poised at Harry, within moments the pain of his scar seemed like nothing compared to the amount of pain going through him now. But some how still aloud Harry the use of his eyes. Many of the Death Eaters seemed to be muttering to each other.
No one seemed to notice a figure that could only be Lucius Malfoy drop his hood and mask and raise his wand at Voldermort. His eyes were glistening with tears, his wand arm shaking furiously. Malfoy was screaming something at Voldermort, spit flying out of his mouth. Suddenly there was another wave of pain more excruciating than Harry had thought possible.
Right before Harry's eyes, Malfoy's skin began crawling and changing. Harry knew this effect instantly, Polyjuice Potion. But who was stupid enough to take on Voldermort on their own? Harry's question was soon answered. As the pain subsided he began to recognise the still changing features in front of his eyes. Ron. The look in his lover's eyes the moment he had completely transformed back into himself, made even Harry scared. The look of murder in the eyes of his godfather, Sirius Black, in his third year didn't even come close to the look that was in Ron's eye at that moment.
Ron was screaming at Voldermort again. Without any notice there were numerous wands pointed at Ron. It seemed every Death Eater in the graveyard had cast a curse or hex at the same time at Ron, but not one of them affected him. His body just seemed to absorb them.
Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw the real Lucius Malfoy come into view. Before Harry knew it Malfoy was kicking him in every possible spot that Harry could feel. Although the pain wasn't as intense as, what Harry figured was the Cruciatus curse, he shut his eyes but could still see his surroundings. Then a voice that seemed to come from the back of his mind spoke to him.
"Hang on Harry." But it couldn't be. The voice sounded like Ron. Opening his eyes Harry could see Ron looking at him. And then he spoke again. "I love you Harry. Never forget that. I will always love you. You have to promise me that you will never forget me. I love you." Ron's lips hadn't moved an inch, yet the look on his face and in his eyes told Harry that it was indeed he who had talked to him. Summoning all the strength he had Harry nodded, tears falling down his cheeks, as he understood what Ron was saying, and was about to do.
With that Ron began cursing every Death Eater in sight except Voldermort. By the time head got through with them not a single one was conscious. The Death Eaters of course didn't give up with out trying. They had all thrown another set of curses and hexes at Ron, each one just being absorbed.
Ron pulled out what appeared to be a muggle syringe and stabbed Voldermort with it. Harry watched on as Voldermort's skin began to crawl with the effects of the Polyjuice Potion. Voldermort began to take on a more human look and before Harry realised it had turned into none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Take care of our family Harry. You do know that you are a Weasley, don't you? Live life to the max. I love you." And with his departing words Harry watched the scene before him in slow motion. Both Voldermort:Draco and Ron raised their wands at the same time, Ron managed to get the words out just a fraction of a second before Voldermort:Draco. The wind seemed to stop; all Harry could here was his heartbeat and Ron's departing words "I love you Harry Potter." Both bodies hit the ground at the same time with a thud that shook Harry right to the bone. Then it was over. Voldermort was defeated; the Death Eaters were all unconscious or dieing and Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, lived again - at the cost of his lover's life. Harry's last glimpse of his surroundings before he fell unconscious was hundreds of Hogwarts students and Professors running to his side - only minutes to late.
A/N: Well that was some hell of a cliffhanger huh? I decided to write this into at least two chapters due to what I am planning on having happen with the plot. Check back in a week or so and it should be up. Don't forget to Review yeah? Thanks.
What Sacrifices We Make. (By PotterBrother)
As he opened his eyes blurred faces swam into view. Assuming his glasses were on a table beside him, which he could just make out, he reached and felt immense pain flow through his body. Retracting his arm stopped the pain almost at once; it also appeared to have brought his glasses onto his face. The faces in the dimly lit room came to focus and Harry knew immediately that something horrible had happened.
Looking around the room Harry saw that it was Hermione that had put his glasses on for him, but her eyes, although distant, looked tired and glistened with tears. Continuing looking around the room, Harry realised he was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Around his bed were; Hermione, Dumbledore, The Weasley's and McGonagall.
As he rested his head on the pillow Harry sprang right back up again and looked at the faces around him. Hermione. Dumbledore. Mr and Mrs Weasley. Bill. Charlie. Percy. Fred and George. Ginny. McGonagall. No Ron. All the Weasley's were there except Ron. Then it hit him, as though his heart had just been ripped from his chest and squashed with a sledgehammer. Then it all came flooding back.
*~~~*
The pain in Harry's scar was intense. He had already lost the battle to have enough concentration to hear and feel what ever else was going on, but he had some how managed to be able to remain seeing his surroundings.
It was the very same graveyard that Harry had been used to bring Voldermort back to power. Now Voldermort was in the middle of a circled of about fifty Death Eaters listening to him intently. Ranting about how he was about to torture then kill "Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived". A difficult task if Harry Potter wasn't already lying bound and gagged at Voldermort's feet.
The Dark Mark was already burning into the sky giving the graveyard a green glow. To the left was the spot where Cedric Diggory died only three years ago, just because he was a "spare". This time, Harry had been alone from the beginning. Voldermort had sent Lucius Malfoy, McNair and two other Death Eaters to Hogwarts to kidnap Harry.
Voldermort's wand arm raised and was poised at Harry, within moments the pain of his scar seemed like nothing compared to the amount of pain going through him now. But some how still aloud Harry the use of his eyes. Many of the Death Eaters seemed to be muttering to each other.
No one seemed to notice a figure that could only be Lucius Malfoy drop his hood and mask and raise his wand at Voldermort. His eyes were glistening with tears, his wand arm shaking furiously. Malfoy was screaming something at Voldermort, spit flying out of his mouth. Suddenly there was another wave of pain more excruciating than Harry had thought possible.
Right before Harry's eyes, Malfoy's skin began crawling and changing. Harry knew this effect instantly, Polyjuice Potion. But who was stupid enough to take on Voldermort on their own? Harry's question was soon answered. As the pain subsided he began to recognise the still changing features in front of his eyes. Ron. The look in his lover's eyes the moment he had completely transformed back into himself, made even Harry scared. The look of murder in the eyes of his godfather, Sirius Black, in his third year didn't even come close to the look that was in Ron's eye at that moment.
Ron was screaming at Voldermort again. Without any notice there were numerous wands pointed at Ron. It seemed every Death Eater in the graveyard had cast a curse or hex at the same time at Ron, but not one of them affected him. His body just seemed to absorb them.
Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw the real Lucius Malfoy come into view. Before Harry knew it Malfoy was kicking him in every possible spot that Harry could feel. Although the pain wasn't as intense as, what Harry figured was the Cruciatus curse, he shut his eyes but could still see his surroundings. Then a voice that seemed to come from the back of his mind spoke to him.
"Hang on Harry." But it couldn't be. The voice sounded like Ron. Opening his eyes Harry could see Ron looking at him. And then he spoke again. "I love you Harry. Never forget that. I will always love you. You have to promise me that you will never forget me. I love you." Ron's lips hadn't moved an inch, yet the look on his face and in his eyes told Harry that it was indeed he who had talked to him. Summoning all the strength he had Harry nodded, tears falling down his cheeks, as he understood what Ron was saying, and was about to do.
With that Ron began cursing every Death Eater in sight except Voldermort. By the time head got through with them not a single one was conscious. The Death Eaters of course didn't give up with out trying. They had all thrown another set of curses and hexes at Ron, each one just being absorbed.
Ron pulled out what appeared to be a muggle syringe and stabbed Voldermort with it. Harry watched on as Voldermort's skin began to crawl with the effects of the Polyjuice Potion. Voldermort began to take on a more human look and before Harry realised it had turned into none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Take care of our family Harry. You do know that you are a Weasley, don't you? Live life to the max. I love you." And with his departing words Harry watched the scene before him in slow motion. Both Voldermort:Draco and Ron raised their wands at the same time, Ron managed to get the words out just a fraction of a second before Voldermort:Draco. The wind seemed to stop; all Harry could here was his heartbeat and Ron's departing words "I love you Harry Potter." Both bodies hit the ground at the same time with a thud that shook Harry right to the bone. Then it was over. Voldermort was defeated; the Death Eaters were all unconscious or dieing and Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, lived again - at the cost of his lover's life. Harry's last glimpse of his surroundings before he fell unconscious was hundreds of Hogwarts students and Professors running to his side - only minutes to late.
A/N: Well that was some hell of a cliffhanger huh? I decided to write this into at least two chapters due to what I am planning on having happen with the plot. Check back in a week or so and it should be up. Don't forget to Review yeah? Thanks.