Disclaimer: the usual. I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
The copyright is not with me.
Author's Note: Kindly review please. I'd need your ideas in what I could add and if I should continue. It might turn out sucky! (
Prologue
The prelude of any doomsday will always be subject to as "the cause". More often than not, it would be the basis of anger and complaints from the majority when it has entirely remained silent. And the people behind the prelude are the most likely to be blamed for the terror that has awoken.
So it comes as no surprise when a number of "acclaimed wizards" start to drift away one by the one, away from the public eye.
Some are said to depart to the muggle world to start their lives over again. Some are said to join the darker forces that was once again starting to take control of the wizarding world.
And lastly, let us not forget those who decide to vanish the pain they would be experiencing during the aftermath by ending their lives before they have the chance to realize the mistake they had stomped upon.
But these are the cowards. Those who wore the mask of fake courage and hypocrisy and were blinded by the power of darkness.
Let us not forget those who remained standing to face the corruption and danger to save the future from much more destruction and Hades.
********
Albus Dumbledore paced his circular study back and forth with a mask of indecision plastered on his withered face. Nothing seemed to come out right and everything that he has created seemed to fall down into pieces, all the hard work he has shed, availing to nothing.
He wasn't young anymore, he was most definitely old and much to the regret of his followers who looked up to him to save the world from the clutches of Voldemort- his health was rapidly deteriorating.
Nothing seemed to save him from the hands of death, not even the most powerful potions that the wizard world could come up with. And the elixir of life has been destroyed.
And he knew that his time was running out. If he didn't make any move right now, he might not make any move anymore as by tomorrow, the string that runs his life might be cut short. They had to live each day. They cannot make plans. The time was now. They had to make a move.
Whatever that move may be.
********
The time for desperate measures has been called. The greatest of all that were left were gathered in Dumbledore's study, all in a nervous-wreck, clearly not knowing what was coming up and what they were to do. Clearly, this meeting was urgent, all the preparations has been made in a haste… that is if there were even preparations made. Everything was in disorder and so was everyone who was in that room.
They may not know what Dumbledore would be telling them, but they were all sure of one thing, he would be passing his leadership as the once great man before them seemed to be stripped off from all his powers.
"I called for you—" Dumbledore started, his voice in a low whisper as he tried to grasp for air to breathe. The sight was unbearable. The old man was definitely nearing his end and they were sure that chaos would soon ensue.
"—because I had come up with a plan. A plan that I had created an hour ago, a plan that needs all your help and a plan that I call: Desperado."
Everyone was silent, catching his barely understandable words.
"But before I go on with the plan… I wish to… to forego the leadership that would seem to accompany this plan. I am now passing my leadership to someone whom I believe would be worthy enough for the position and yet could handle all the danger that goes along with it."
This time, they were all in the watch, alert and even more silent that it was suffocating already. The decision would be given and they were all weary in who their new leader would be.
Weary that he might not be good enough. Weary that he might betray them. Weary that it would be them.
********
The cackling fire in the common room seemed to be the only sound that could be heard. It was unusually quiet due to the aura of danger and death that seemed to caress the room.
Or it may be because Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were the only ones left there. And they had every reason to be in a melancholic mood to be quiet.
They were in the know. They were not kept in the shadow like the other students were. They know what was happening and how heavy the worse would seem to come. The problem was, they didn't know what to do.
Not that they were asked to do something.
But they knew they had to. 17 was not the age to be fighting in the battlefield that would soon take place, but they had too much experiences to be legible to join. They had all the reasons to help. They had all the strength to help. And yet they didn't know how.
And right now it seemed to be like a bad idea. But they never believed in any ideas but their own. And sometimes the bad turns out to be good.
********
Hermione Granger couldn't quite put it. She couldn't grasp what was bothering her but she knew that something was about to happen. She knew about the "doomsday" that Harry and Ron were telling her although she didn't know whether to believe them or not. Nobody seems to talk about it anyway except for the two. But then, she knew they had the knack for finding out the worse on what was to happen.
But still something still continued to bother her. And Draco Malfoy clearly noticed.
He noticed the way she had been parading around the head boy and girl's common room- their common room to be exact. He noticed the way that her forehead wrinkled as if she was in deep thought. He noticed the way the she was staring into space. And it was too good an opportunity to tease her.
"Something bothering you, Granger?" he drawled with his arms crossed on his chest, his icy blue eyes staring at the annoyed Hermione.
"Mind your own business Malfoy," she answered haughtily as she turned away from him.
"And why should I? You had been disturbing me here all along with your constant parading, showing off your legs, not that it's not a bad idea, and giving me looks that could kill, should I say more, then?"
Hermione turned to him, her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed at Malfoy.
"You know what Malfoy, screw yourself and your perverted ideas and leave me alone! For your information I was thinking and if that thick skull of yours couldn't comprehend that, I'm sorry!"
"Perverted ideas? About you? Granger, I don't succumb to perverted ideas with you on it."
"Yes! I'm relieved." Hermione spat out sarcastically her eyes still boring onto Malfoy, flashing with anger. Malfoy began to snicker, then to laugh until he could not control it.
"What?" Hermione asked, annoyed, clearly knowing that it was her that Malfoy was laughing at.
"You know what your problem is? You allow yourself to be pissed off and that is what I enjoy in seeing. And I thought you were smart…"
"And who gave you the right to piss me off anyway? Couldn't we just stay in cordial terms and leave each other alone, ferret?"
"So now you're provoking me… I wouldn't want you doing that when you I have the key to what's bothering you…"
Hermione stared at him. Clearly her attention to what Malfoy has just said. And Draco couldn't help but feel the satisfaction by seeing the look on Granger's face like she was scared out of her wits and that Draco was the one who could save her.
********
"And now… I believe that I should no longer delay the time, I am giving the power to lead you in our crusade against Voldemort to—"
The suspense was too much. Sweat was breaking on everyone's body and the room suddenly seemed to be filled with smoke that they couldn't breathe. They felt like hyperventilating and their chests were starting to tighten. They had to know who their new leader was. And he has better be good.
"—I'm giving the power to Cornelius Fudge."
Everyone was quiet but then noise erupted and the people were now complaining, fighting, and some were just too speechless to say anything.
The choice has been simply wrong.
********
"Dumbledore can't be dead." Harry told himself over and over again as if it could give him comfort. But he was very much wrong. The pain of the headmaster's death seemed to inflict on his being like a knife slicing through his skin. It was unbearable, the grief and the future that would soon surface. And he wanted to get away from it.
But he was no coward. He would stay to fight no matter how hard it was for him.
********
Draco knew that the time was nearing. Dumbledore was dead and this gave the dark lord the free reign. Anytime soon Voldemort and his band of deatheaters would be marching through the castle, striking all those against him dead.
Striking him dead.
********
Ron tried to remain intact, refusing to allow himself to be blown out of proportion because of all the things that has happened. But it was hard. It was impossible. He knew that anytime soon death would surface on each of them and he didn't want to wait for that time to come. He had to meet it before it could strike and put a stop to it.
If only he knew how.
********
She got it. She knew what it was. She has seen the signs. But she feared that was too late. Hermione should have believed what Harry and Ron had told her a number of times but she turned on a blind eye. And now, Dumbledore was dead, and chaos would soon ensue- unless someone would put a stop to it.
Unless they would put a stop to it then everything would be all right.
--End of the Prologue--
Author's Note: Kindly review please. I'd need your ideas in what I could add and if I should continue. It might turn out sucky! (
Prologue
The prelude of any doomsday will always be subject to as "the cause". More often than not, it would be the basis of anger and complaints from the majority when it has entirely remained silent. And the people behind the prelude are the most likely to be blamed for the terror that has awoken.
So it comes as no surprise when a number of "acclaimed wizards" start to drift away one by the one, away from the public eye.
Some are said to depart to the muggle world to start their lives over again. Some are said to join the darker forces that was once again starting to take control of the wizarding world.
And lastly, let us not forget those who decide to vanish the pain they would be experiencing during the aftermath by ending their lives before they have the chance to realize the mistake they had stomped upon.
But these are the cowards. Those who wore the mask of fake courage and hypocrisy and were blinded by the power of darkness.
Let us not forget those who remained standing to face the corruption and danger to save the future from much more destruction and Hades.
********
Albus Dumbledore paced his circular study back and forth with a mask of indecision plastered on his withered face. Nothing seemed to come out right and everything that he has created seemed to fall down into pieces, all the hard work he has shed, availing to nothing.
He wasn't young anymore, he was most definitely old and much to the regret of his followers who looked up to him to save the world from the clutches of Voldemort- his health was rapidly deteriorating.
Nothing seemed to save him from the hands of death, not even the most powerful potions that the wizard world could come up with. And the elixir of life has been destroyed.
And he knew that his time was running out. If he didn't make any move right now, he might not make any move anymore as by tomorrow, the string that runs his life might be cut short. They had to live each day. They cannot make plans. The time was now. They had to make a move.
Whatever that move may be.
********
The time for desperate measures has been called. The greatest of all that were left were gathered in Dumbledore's study, all in a nervous-wreck, clearly not knowing what was coming up and what they were to do. Clearly, this meeting was urgent, all the preparations has been made in a haste… that is if there were even preparations made. Everything was in disorder and so was everyone who was in that room.
They may not know what Dumbledore would be telling them, but they were all sure of one thing, he would be passing his leadership as the once great man before them seemed to be stripped off from all his powers.
"I called for you—" Dumbledore started, his voice in a low whisper as he tried to grasp for air to breathe. The sight was unbearable. The old man was definitely nearing his end and they were sure that chaos would soon ensue.
"—because I had come up with a plan. A plan that I had created an hour ago, a plan that needs all your help and a plan that I call: Desperado."
Everyone was silent, catching his barely understandable words.
"But before I go on with the plan… I wish to… to forego the leadership that would seem to accompany this plan. I am now passing my leadership to someone whom I believe would be worthy enough for the position and yet could handle all the danger that goes along with it."
This time, they were all in the watch, alert and even more silent that it was suffocating already. The decision would be given and they were all weary in who their new leader would be.
Weary that he might not be good enough. Weary that he might betray them. Weary that it would be them.
********
The cackling fire in the common room seemed to be the only sound that could be heard. It was unusually quiet due to the aura of danger and death that seemed to caress the room.
Or it may be because Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were the only ones left there. And they had every reason to be in a melancholic mood to be quiet.
They were in the know. They were not kept in the shadow like the other students were. They know what was happening and how heavy the worse would seem to come. The problem was, they didn't know what to do.
Not that they were asked to do something.
But they knew they had to. 17 was not the age to be fighting in the battlefield that would soon take place, but they had too much experiences to be legible to join. They had all the reasons to help. They had all the strength to help. And yet they didn't know how.
And right now it seemed to be like a bad idea. But they never believed in any ideas but their own. And sometimes the bad turns out to be good.
********
Hermione Granger couldn't quite put it. She couldn't grasp what was bothering her but she knew that something was about to happen. She knew about the "doomsday" that Harry and Ron were telling her although she didn't know whether to believe them or not. Nobody seems to talk about it anyway except for the two. But then, she knew they had the knack for finding out the worse on what was to happen.
But still something still continued to bother her. And Draco Malfoy clearly noticed.
He noticed the way she had been parading around the head boy and girl's common room- their common room to be exact. He noticed the way that her forehead wrinkled as if she was in deep thought. He noticed the way the she was staring into space. And it was too good an opportunity to tease her.
"Something bothering you, Granger?" he drawled with his arms crossed on his chest, his icy blue eyes staring at the annoyed Hermione.
"Mind your own business Malfoy," she answered haughtily as she turned away from him.
"And why should I? You had been disturbing me here all along with your constant parading, showing off your legs, not that it's not a bad idea, and giving me looks that could kill, should I say more, then?"
Hermione turned to him, her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed at Malfoy.
"You know what Malfoy, screw yourself and your perverted ideas and leave me alone! For your information I was thinking and if that thick skull of yours couldn't comprehend that, I'm sorry!"
"Perverted ideas? About you? Granger, I don't succumb to perverted ideas with you on it."
"Yes! I'm relieved." Hermione spat out sarcastically her eyes still boring onto Malfoy, flashing with anger. Malfoy began to snicker, then to laugh until he could not control it.
"What?" Hermione asked, annoyed, clearly knowing that it was her that Malfoy was laughing at.
"You know what your problem is? You allow yourself to be pissed off and that is what I enjoy in seeing. And I thought you were smart…"
"And who gave you the right to piss me off anyway? Couldn't we just stay in cordial terms and leave each other alone, ferret?"
"So now you're provoking me… I wouldn't want you doing that when you I have the key to what's bothering you…"
Hermione stared at him. Clearly her attention to what Malfoy has just said. And Draco couldn't help but feel the satisfaction by seeing the look on Granger's face like she was scared out of her wits and that Draco was the one who could save her.
********
"And now… I believe that I should no longer delay the time, I am giving the power to lead you in our crusade against Voldemort to—"
The suspense was too much. Sweat was breaking on everyone's body and the room suddenly seemed to be filled with smoke that they couldn't breathe. They felt like hyperventilating and their chests were starting to tighten. They had to know who their new leader was. And he has better be good.
"—I'm giving the power to Cornelius Fudge."
Everyone was quiet but then noise erupted and the people were now complaining, fighting, and some were just too speechless to say anything.
The choice has been simply wrong.
********
"Dumbledore can't be dead." Harry told himself over and over again as if it could give him comfort. But he was very much wrong. The pain of the headmaster's death seemed to inflict on his being like a knife slicing through his skin. It was unbearable, the grief and the future that would soon surface. And he wanted to get away from it.
But he was no coward. He would stay to fight no matter how hard it was for him.
********
Draco knew that the time was nearing. Dumbledore was dead and this gave the dark lord the free reign. Anytime soon Voldemort and his band of deatheaters would be marching through the castle, striking all those against him dead.
Striking him dead.
********
Ron tried to remain intact, refusing to allow himself to be blown out of proportion because of all the things that has happened. But it was hard. It was impossible. He knew that anytime soon death would surface on each of them and he didn't want to wait for that time to come. He had to meet it before it could strike and put a stop to it.
If only he knew how.
********
She got it. She knew what it was. She has seen the signs. But she feared that was too late. Hermione should have believed what Harry and Ron had told her a number of times but she turned on a blind eye. And now, Dumbledore was dead, and chaos would soon ensue- unless someone would put a stop to it.
Unless they would put a stop to it then everything would be all right.
--End of the Prologue--