Harry Potter

Dumbledore's death

I do not write on behalf of JK Rowling, or anyone else. I do not own anything in this story, except from the action. I also write on my way, because I own my way of writing. I do not write Rowling's way, because I do not own her way to write. Hope you like my way to write at least one third as much as you like Rowling way to write. And it is a long time since I've read the books, so something in this story may be incorrect / false. Yours sincerely, densmore. One more thing. It's not so stupid giving a review, eh?

A little intro. The first words come from Draco Malfoy's mouth, as he kills Dumbledore. Now I won't give more details.

Chapter 1: The Tower

"Avada Kedavra," screamed Draco suddenly, before Dumbledore was able to hear more of the Death Eaters insults. Harry saw Snape sprinkle a little bit, and then see him pull Draco with him down the stairway, where they had come and Amycus cried triumphantly.

Harry heard the last small hints of triumphantly cries drown in all the high explosions that rose in step with that more and more wizards came up the floors. Then he remembered running after them, because he had been stunned by the latest events. But if he were able to run, he'd fall, because he was stuck. He was unable to move even an inch.

Dumbledore has to be alive, he thought, I am still bound by his spell! Harry felt a wave of pleasure wash away the cold feeling of sorrow which had been creeping inside him, like a killer in the night. But the murderer had not killed anybody, not this night. Malfoy was obviously just strong enough that he managed to knock out some, hitherto unknown time.

The sound of feet pounding against the slabs which formed the stairs, made him aware that there was something called reality. He only hoped that it was the Phoenix-order who found him first. He saw a number of black figures coming up the stairs. They formed a circle on the floor around Dumbledore, unable to see him, because he had the invisibility cloak on. One he hadn't heard the voice of before, said: "He is dead. Finally." He raised his wand to the sky, and high up there came into view a giant green skull, with a snake snarling out of the mouth. The Dark Mark. Death Eaters ran into the castle again.

More shouts and explosions reached way up the stairs as the fighting came closer. Harry could actually see green, blue and red rays that collided with the walls of the staircase, and made a hole about ten inches in diameter each time a ray hit. He wondered what would happen if one of the beams hit him. It could happen, whether he was invisible or not. If so, he only hoped that there was not one of the unforgivable curses.

"Stupefy! Stupefy,"he heard someone shouting, followed by another "someone", which sent expelliarmus-spells everywhere. These "someone's" happened to Professor McGonagall and Ron. Harry wanted to shout to them, but found out, again, that Dumbledore was alive, and that his formula bound him harder than any kind of gag.

"Come on, Ron, we have to find a place to hide up here," he heard Professor McGonagall say. Ron did not hesitate and ran off. Then he stumbled into Dumbledore and he fell on top of the headmaster. Harry saved this perverse memory for future use, so he could let Ron see the memory in a pensieve, when Harry learned how it was done.

Professor McGonagall stepped easily over Dumbledore and the principal said, "No reason to waste time hugging a dead man, Ron. Even how sad it is, we do not have time. "Ron dragged himself up and continued.

Now came a couple of Death Eaters up the stairway. "I saw'em when'ey ran up the stairs," said one, with a strong dialect. The second, the lower of the two, remained silent. Ron and Professor McGonagall had just managed to crouch together in the shadows, in the far corner of the tower. Harry could hear them whisper, in a low, intensive tone.

Suddenly, Ron rose to his feet and screamed "Petrificus Totalis," and one of the Death Eaters stiffened. And then, before the other had time to respond, Professor McGonagall made the other unable to move. Then Ron and McGonagall was about to make it into the castle. But then, for the second time in just as many minutes, Ron crashed with his full weight into another body. Harry nearly lost my breath when Ronny crashed into him.

"What the hell-" he heard Ron wheeze. Then he fumbled in front of him, straight at Harry. He found Harry's cloak, and pulled it off. "Harry!" He croaked, amazed, "what are you doing here?" McGonagall broke him off. "We do not have time for this, Ron", and then she waved her wand, and Harry had control over his limbs again.

"Dumbledore is not dead, is he?" asked Professor McGonagall. "I doubt it, since it was he that stunned me, and when Malfoy tried to kill him, it didn't release me," answered Harry. "Then I think we must try to wake him," she said. She pointed her wand at Dumbledore's face. "Primitive, I know, but quite effective. Aquamenti." The jet of water hit the headmaster in the middle of his face. He cleared his throat and coughed for a while, but eventually Harry could see a small gap between his eyelids.

"Ahh ... oh my god … I must certainly ask to be admitted to a psychiatric clinic ... for I am not alive, but I still think I am ... one part believe it, while the other says it's the other way around ... split personality , not good, not good, "he said, loudly and clearly. Ron and Harry giggled. Another good memory, thought Harry.

McGonagall helped headmaster Dumbledore up on his feet. When he had found oput where and who he was, he said: "Impressive. Very impressive, I have to say. And hey, Harry and Ron, and hey, Minerva. "McGonagall wrinkled her eyebrows"What is impressive?" Dumbledore laughed a little.

"Haven't you noticed that I've been really ... eh ... kind to Mr. Malfoy ever since Harry came back from the cemetery, with news of Voldemort's resurrection?" McGonagall looked more like a question mark now than ever before Harry and Ron had seen her. They grinned at each other.

"Well, I asked Madam Pomfrey to give him more free time if he was injured, whether it was just a little pimple on his chin or something serious. And do you remember that I asked all teachers to give him a little less homework, almost little enough to not be discovered, but enough for my plan to work. I predicted that Voldemort could use him to kill somebody, whether it was me or not. My plan was that if I made him a bit weaker than the average wizard, then maybe it could save lives. "

McGonagall's, Ron's and Harry's gaping face's was interrupted by Tonks, who came rushing up the stairs. "What are you standing here for? Come down and help us, we need reinforcements! "

TO BE CONTINUED...LOL.

I work with chapter 2 while you read this, assuming that I haven't posted it as well.

Hope you enjoyed it, even if it seemed a bit short to me.

Signed: densmore