Title: Mysterious Connections
Author: Ludwigkoopa
Authoremail: larrykoopa3030@yahoo.com
Spoilers: All four books
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Voldemort has been resurrected and Harry is no longer safe. The protection that his mother has placed on him as been broken by Voldemort, and now Harry is left to fend for himself. Hermione Granger never knew what drew her to Harry in the first place. She was a straight arrow, He was a troublemaker, and under most circumstances, they would never get along. Why is that? Go through fifth year, and for some their last, as they battle to save Harry's life.
It had been thirty minutes since Bagman sent a squad of Aurors into the hedge maze. It had been ten minutes since Fleur was escorted out, and five minutes since Viktor was dragged out, his arms hung around the necks of two aurors. Hermione didn't give Fleur and Krum a second though. She was still waiting for Harry and Cedric to come out.
It seemed the whole of Hogwarts were on their feet and waiting in baited breath for any news of their missing champions. Some people were worse off than others. Ms. Weasley had her face buried in her husband's shoulder.
"Oh, Arthur! We never should have let the ministry bring back the triwizard tournament. Now Harry could be dead."
Dead. I could feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. He couldn't be dead. it's impossible. Harry wasn't supposed to die from anything besides old age. He was supposed to live a full, ripe life and only dieing an old man warming his bed.
If he was supposed to die, he should have died when he was a baby. Then his death would have made sense, but not now. Dieing now would be unfair; it would be cruel.
He lived through so much, and still had so much to live for.
I could hear Ginny's voice now, her face was buried into her father's free shoulder.
"He can't be dead! He just can't! I. I haven't told him I loved him yet."
At first, Ginny's proclamation of love surprised me, but now that I think about it, she did love him in a sense.
I loved him a sense too. I loved that he was my best friend. I loved that he was always a constant, the way that no matter how bad things got, he would always be there. He would always be there as a shoulder to cry on, a study partner, a helping hand, or even your knight in shining armor. I loved that he was my north star.
In a sense I loved him to.
Ron was next to me now and he was hugging me with his impossibly long arms. I could feel his body shudder against mine. Ron loved Harry like a brother. The thought that Harry might be dead was killing him.
It was killing me to.
I could feel the pain growing in my head, a constant ache that didn't seem to fade away, but just kept growing and growing.
I blacked out.
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The dream was a foggy mélange of images and sensations. I could see a graveyard, and in it stood many robe figures. There was a boy in the graveyard, and a man, tall and skeletally thin, was hunting him. The man had an evil, flat face, with gleaming red eyes. Just the sight of him sent icy surges of terror through me. Only one person can inspire that fear, it was Voldemort.
I couldn't hear their voices, everything they said came out as soft, incoherent mumbles. However, I did make out one word that came from Voldemort. With his wand pointed at the helpless boy, he screamed Crucio.
The flash from his wand illuminated the dark graveyard. For a brief heart wrenching second, I saw the boy's face, and with a sickening realization I saw it was Harry.
I tried to help him; reach out to him and untie his bonds, but I couldn't. I was locked in place, a useless spectator forced to watch the act of cruelty before me. I never felt so helpless in my entire life. My best friend was dieing, and I couldn't help him.
Voldemort seemed to utter some words to another man, who in turn untied Harry's bonds, and returned his wand. Harry and Voldemort bowed to each other, and before Harry could even raise his wand, Voldemort used the Cruciatus Curse again.
I tried to move my legs again, but they were locked in place, as if I was in the leg locker curse. I never wanted to help someone so much in my life, to just maybe throw myself in front of Harry and prevent him from feeling the curse.
I felt a sudden pang of hope when Harry was finally leveled his wand at Voldemort; maybe, just maybe he would be able to stop him.
When the green light from Voldemort's wand collided with the red from Harry's wand, the lights changed color to a bright, deep gold. And then thousands of golden beams arced over their heads, crisscrossing all around them, until they were in golden shaped dome.
Smokey shapes began to emerge from the tip of Voldemort's wand. The smoke began to materialize; legs, body, arms, and face. More and more smokey figures came out. One by one, the figures turned and spoke to Harry.
Harry's body seemed to be shaking in an effort to hold his wand. His fingers, white with strain, were losing its grip on the wand, its base tenuously held by his thumb and index figure.
The smokey figures that had talked to Harry turned their attention to Voldemort. Harry broke magical connection with a mighty wrench, and ran.
Harry ran full pelt through the graveyard toward the triwizard cup. Tombstones were shattered by poorly aimed curses being thrown at Harry. Voldemort, finally breaking free from the blocking wisps, ran after his retreating as he screamed orders at his subordinates.
But it was too late. Harry grabbed unto the triwizard cup and disappeared.
~~~~~~~
I woke up.
I nearly bumped my head into Ron's face when I sat up. People were asking me if I was all right, if I needed to be taken to Madam Pomfrey. I told them I was fine. I was just really worried about Harry.
Harry! I didn't know how long I was out. There had to be news about him by now. I turned desperately to Ron and asked him if Harry's came back. The huge smile on Ron's face confirmed the answer.
Harry is alive!
At that moment I felt like I could do back flips into the air, but I settled for standing up. When I tried to stand, my head began to throb in pain. It was as if a knife was piercing into my forehead. My feet gave out from under me, and I felt like I was going to black out again.
Good thing Ron was there because he caught me as I fell.
I fainted again.
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Author: Ludwigkoopa
Authoremail: larrykoopa3030@yahoo.com
Spoilers: All four books
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Voldemort has been resurrected and Harry is no longer safe. The protection that his mother has placed on him as been broken by Voldemort, and now Harry is left to fend for himself. Hermione Granger never knew what drew her to Harry in the first place. She was a straight arrow, He was a troublemaker, and under most circumstances, they would never get along. Why is that? Go through fifth year, and for some their last, as they battle to save Harry's life.
It had been thirty minutes since Bagman sent a squad of Aurors into the hedge maze. It had been ten minutes since Fleur was escorted out, and five minutes since Viktor was dragged out, his arms hung around the necks of two aurors. Hermione didn't give Fleur and Krum a second though. She was still waiting for Harry and Cedric to come out.
It seemed the whole of Hogwarts were on their feet and waiting in baited breath for any news of their missing champions. Some people were worse off than others. Ms. Weasley had her face buried in her husband's shoulder.
"Oh, Arthur! We never should have let the ministry bring back the triwizard tournament. Now Harry could be dead."
Dead. I could feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. He couldn't be dead. it's impossible. Harry wasn't supposed to die from anything besides old age. He was supposed to live a full, ripe life and only dieing an old man warming his bed.
If he was supposed to die, he should have died when he was a baby. Then his death would have made sense, but not now. Dieing now would be unfair; it would be cruel.
He lived through so much, and still had so much to live for.
I could hear Ginny's voice now, her face was buried into her father's free shoulder.
"He can't be dead! He just can't! I. I haven't told him I loved him yet."
At first, Ginny's proclamation of love surprised me, but now that I think about it, she did love him in a sense.
I loved him a sense too. I loved that he was my best friend. I loved that he was always a constant, the way that no matter how bad things got, he would always be there. He would always be there as a shoulder to cry on, a study partner, a helping hand, or even your knight in shining armor. I loved that he was my north star.
In a sense I loved him to.
Ron was next to me now and he was hugging me with his impossibly long arms. I could feel his body shudder against mine. Ron loved Harry like a brother. The thought that Harry might be dead was killing him.
It was killing me to.
I could feel the pain growing in my head, a constant ache that didn't seem to fade away, but just kept growing and growing.
I blacked out.
~~~~~~~~~
The dream was a foggy mélange of images and sensations. I could see a graveyard, and in it stood many robe figures. There was a boy in the graveyard, and a man, tall and skeletally thin, was hunting him. The man had an evil, flat face, with gleaming red eyes. Just the sight of him sent icy surges of terror through me. Only one person can inspire that fear, it was Voldemort.
I couldn't hear their voices, everything they said came out as soft, incoherent mumbles. However, I did make out one word that came from Voldemort. With his wand pointed at the helpless boy, he screamed Crucio.
The flash from his wand illuminated the dark graveyard. For a brief heart wrenching second, I saw the boy's face, and with a sickening realization I saw it was Harry.
I tried to help him; reach out to him and untie his bonds, but I couldn't. I was locked in place, a useless spectator forced to watch the act of cruelty before me. I never felt so helpless in my entire life. My best friend was dieing, and I couldn't help him.
Voldemort seemed to utter some words to another man, who in turn untied Harry's bonds, and returned his wand. Harry and Voldemort bowed to each other, and before Harry could even raise his wand, Voldemort used the Cruciatus Curse again.
I tried to move my legs again, but they were locked in place, as if I was in the leg locker curse. I never wanted to help someone so much in my life, to just maybe throw myself in front of Harry and prevent him from feeling the curse.
I felt a sudden pang of hope when Harry was finally leveled his wand at Voldemort; maybe, just maybe he would be able to stop him.
When the green light from Voldemort's wand collided with the red from Harry's wand, the lights changed color to a bright, deep gold. And then thousands of golden beams arced over their heads, crisscrossing all around them, until they were in golden shaped dome.
Smokey shapes began to emerge from the tip of Voldemort's wand. The smoke began to materialize; legs, body, arms, and face. More and more smokey figures came out. One by one, the figures turned and spoke to Harry.
Harry's body seemed to be shaking in an effort to hold his wand. His fingers, white with strain, were losing its grip on the wand, its base tenuously held by his thumb and index figure.
The smokey figures that had talked to Harry turned their attention to Voldemort. Harry broke magical connection with a mighty wrench, and ran.
Harry ran full pelt through the graveyard toward the triwizard cup. Tombstones were shattered by poorly aimed curses being thrown at Harry. Voldemort, finally breaking free from the blocking wisps, ran after his retreating as he screamed orders at his subordinates.
But it was too late. Harry grabbed unto the triwizard cup and disappeared.
~~~~~~~
I woke up.
I nearly bumped my head into Ron's face when I sat up. People were asking me if I was all right, if I needed to be taken to Madam Pomfrey. I told them I was fine. I was just really worried about Harry.
Harry! I didn't know how long I was out. There had to be news about him by now. I turned desperately to Ron and asked him if Harry's came back. The huge smile on Ron's face confirmed the answer.
Harry is alive!
At that moment I felt like I could do back flips into the air, but I settled for standing up. When I tried to stand, my head began to throb in pain. It was as if a knife was piercing into my forehead. My feet gave out from under me, and I felt like I was going to black out again.
Good thing Ron was there because he caught me as I fell.
I fainted again.
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