So I guess I finally caved, huh? Maybe it was the coaxing of my new friends Ashley and Gabby, or maybe it was the mountains of emails i got saying, "SEQUELS PLEASE!" Well, whatever reason it was...here is the sequel! Also, I put my screen name up so I could meet fellow authors, not so that people could stalk me through my away messages and stuff. So if you're not gunna IM me, take me off your buddy list, ok? Alright, so...here it is! This is just the prologue (rather short, but it's just summing up the end of the 6th year and kinda the beginning of seventh) so i hope you guys like it. So please, read on and review. If you want anything in particular to happen in the story, feel free to write it up in your review (along with some constructive criticism) or IM me and tell me. OK, read on and remember! I don't own Harry Potter so don't sue! lotsa love English-Foxlette
PROLOGUE
"Beg for your life mudblood," a cold voice commanded. A lightning bolt scar could be seen in the dim lighting of the dungeon. Harry Potter held up his wand threateningly, the tip pressed into Hermione Granger's neck. Salty tears spilled down her cheeks, her lips trembling.
"Harry...why are you doing this?" Hermione sobbed out. This wasn't the Harry she knew and loved. But ever since the masquerade (which everyone soon forgot, as some of the disguising charms went rather...awry) and the magical storm in which she spent her time with Slytherin Draco Malfoy, Harry hadn't been at all himself. Ron confessed Harry would wake up screaming and clutching his forehead. More recently, Harry's voice had changed dramatically. It was deeper, and...scarier.
"Because muggle-borns like you need to die!" Harry yelled, pushing his wand further into Hermione's throat. Hermione cried out in pain as more tears flowed out of her eyes.
"You're not Harry!" Hermione said, opening her eyes weakly to stare down her assailer.
"Brilliant deduction Granger. Now, prepare to die," Harry drawled.
"Put down the wand, Potter," a voice behind Harry called out. Out of the shadows walked Draco Malfoy, his wand poised to attack.
Harry's head jerked around, his hand easing off Hermione's to point at the disturbance. Harry glared at the silver eyed Slytherin.
"Ahh, son of the Malfoy's. Have you come here to save your little girlfriend?" Harry asked in a mocking tone.
"As a matter of fact I have. Now leave her alone. Or else!" Draco threatened, taking a step towards Harry.
"Or else what?" Harry challenged.
"Or else I'll have to use an unforgivable on you. I don't care what the consequences are. I'd spend my entire life in Azkaban if I knew I had killed you and saved Hermione," Draco declared.
"Aww...well isn't that sweet. Your father will be very disappointed when he hears about this. Too bad...Crucio!" Harry cried out suddenly. Draco fell to the ground, screaming in pain. His body was on fire. It felt like he was being pulled apart, piece by piece. His skin felt like it was being eaten away by acid. His head throbbed with an extremely horrible migraine. He was almost sure his heart was about to stop.
Harry then released Draco from the spell. The blonde young man was curled into a ball on the floor, convulsing silently.
"Draco! No!" Hermione screamed, sobbing harder than ever.
"I'll take care of him later. But right now, I need to destroy you," Harry said, turning his head back towards Hermione.
"Hope you had a nice life, mudblood," Harry spat out, his eyes narrowed. Hermione's mind raced. So many memories flooded back to her. The first time she met Ron and Harry...all the encounters with Voldemort...Victor Krum and the Tri-Wizard Tournament...All the different people she met at the meetings of the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione then heard the soft flapping of wings, and it was then she was sure she had gone insane.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry cried out. With those words a green beam of light shot out from the tip of his wand and started to make its way over to Hermione. Hermione closed her eyes and prepared for the worst.
'So long world...' Hermione thought sadly.
But what Hermione expected never came. Instead, a loud squawk was heard, followed by a loud thump. Hermione cautiously opened one eye, and saw the smoldering body of Fawkes lying on the ground, motionless. Hermione opened her other eye and knelt down, picking up the body of the bird. Then Hermione's eyes snapped forward. If Fawkes was here...
"We meet again, Voldemort," a calm voice came from the top of the stairs.
'Voldemort? Of course! Why didn't I think of it sooner?' Hermione thought, clutching the bird to her chest.
Dumbledore walked serenely down the stairs, his wand clutched tightly in his hand. Harry took a few steps back.
"You!" he hissed.
"Tsk, tsk. Using your enemy's body to do your dirty work?" Dumbledore queried. Hermione ran a quick scan of the situation in her head and came to the conclusion that Harry, her best friend, had been put under the Imperius curse.
"So what if I am? Would you really kill the 'Boy-Who-Lived?' I don't think you would," Harry tempted. (AN: Or should I say, 'Voldemort tempted'?)
"You're right, but that doesn't mean I you out of him," Dumbledore replied, walking down the last step and getting even closer to Harry. Hermione had never heard Dumbledore speak in this tone before. It wasn't calm and cool; it was...panicked, angry, and threatening. Hermione could see that Harry was a little unsure.
"Let's see how you like the Cruciatus Curse. Crucio!" Dumbledore bellowed. Once again, Hermione watched as a green beam exited a wand and flow out and hit its' target.
Hermione watched again in horror as Harry fell to the ground. He screamed and clutched his scar, his finger turning white from gripping his head. Harry then rolled over onto his back and put a hand over his scar.
"Stop the pain! Ah! The PAIN!" Harry screamed.
Dumbledore lowered his wand and rubbed his brow with the back of his hand. Harry stopped twitching and fell silent.
"What...happened to him?" Hermione questioned, not daring to move a muscle.
"Let's just say Voldemort won't try to use Harry's body for his own business anymore," Dumbledore explained.
"What happened...to Potter..." said a weak voice on the other side of the room. Draco was leaning heavily on his left arm while he winced in pain. Hermione rushed over to his side to help him up.
"That doesn't matter right now, just get up to the hospital wing, and don't tell anyone about what just happened. Now, is everyone alright?" Dumbledore asked, the familiar calm coming back into his voice. Hermione only nodded while Draco grunted softly.
"Miss Granger, please help Mister Malfoy up to the hospital wing. I'll be right behind you with Mister Potter," Dumbledore explained. Hermione nodded again, and pulled Draco's arm over her shoulder, helping him ease up the stairs. Hermione looked back at the dead Phoenix on the ground and smiled weakly.
'Thank you, Fawkes...' she thought.
Once out into the hallway, Hermione turned to Draco.
"I love you, you know that?" Hermione whispered, kissing Draco's cheek lightly.
"I love you, too," Draco mumbled back.
"Now, let's get you taken care of," Hermione said earnestly, pulling Draco in the direction of the hospital wing.
"You have to do something, Albus! Those children are scarred and hurting!"
"I know Minerva! But in order for them to really be alright, do you know how many memories I have to erase?" Dumbledore said, rubbing his temples.
"It doesn't matter! They'll go insane, remembering the pain they went through!" Professor McGonagall cried.
"Fine, but this is going to take some time. I'm going to have to erase memories out of every student's head, so it won't be too obvious they've been tampered with. I'll need your help, Minerva, as well as the rest of the staff members," Dumbledore replied.
"I can't speak for everyone else, but I'm ready and willing," McGonagall said.
"I'll call an emergency staff meeting tonight, and one by one, we'll have the students come to my office in the following days, and erase parts of their memories,"
"The only thing I regret...is that Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy will go back to hating each other, and Gryffindor and Slytherin will no longer be at peace with each other," the Transfiguration teacher said sadly, staring down at the floor.
"If it was meant to be, they'll be together again," Dumbledore said wisely. Professor McGonagall nodded, and then left the room, leaving Dumbledore to his thoughts.
"So he can successfully use my students as dummies...I should look into preventing that next time," he said quietly to himself. He sighed deeply, and rose up from his chair. Dumbledore smoothed out his robes and exited the room of requirement, to meet the fellow staff members in his office.
"I wonder why we have to go to Dumbledore's office one by one...It's a bit fishy if you ask me," Ron whispered to Hermione, who was currently mixing some doxy wings into a vile of green liquid. Ron shrugged and documented the affect the winds had on the potion.
"It doesn't matter, Ron. Just...I'm sure there's a logical reason for this," Hermione said nervously. She knew enough to keep her mouth shut, but she couldn't help exchanging knowing glances with Draco as the students around them speculated about the one on one meetings.
"Too bad Harry fell off his broom last night, and isn't here to enjoy this lovely potions class," Ron said, his voice dripping with bitter sarcasm. Today, Snape seemed even more angry and strict, much to the class's "utter delight." Hermione only nodded in agreement.
Once again, Hermione heard the quiet flapping of wings, and looked up hopefully. To her sadness, a black owl flew in, dropped a letter on Snape's desk, and then flew away. Unusual behavior, since most owls stopped to wait for a reply... Snape disdainfully picked up the letter, his eyes scanning over it quickly.
"Would Misters' Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Weasley, Longbottom, and Finnegan please escort Misses' Parkinson, Bullstrode, Granger, Patil, and Brown up to the Headmasters office?" his dull voice called out to the students. The students whispered to one another as they grabbed their books and bags and filed out the door. Hermione and Draco were last. When Hermione reached the door, Draco took her hand in his, and they walked silently towards Dumbledore's office.
Gryffindors and Slytherins alike waited in a line as one by one, they went in to speak with Dumbledore. First was Neville Longbottom. He gulped nervously and walked in. The door closed solidly behind him, which in some strange way, frightened the students outside. He appeared five minutes later, and rushed by hurriedly, saying he had to make sure he got back to Potion's class in time, he needed all the time he could get to document the days' assignment.
Soon, almost the whole line had gone in and come out of Dumbledore's office, all saying they had to get back to Potion's, and otherwise acting as if nothing was wrong. Hermione shot a worried look as Ron ran by, waving and grinning, before disappearing into a door in the wall. Hermione stared after him
"He's going to erase our memories," a masculine voice from behind Hermione said. Hermione looked back, and saw Draco looking at her sadly.
"You mean..." Hermione started, before wrapping her arms around Draco's waist.
"We're not going to remember what we have," Draco whispered, wrapping his own arms around the muggle-born brunette in front of him.
"I don't want to forget," Hermione whispered.
"Neither do I,"
"Hey, Hermione! You're next!" Parvati exclaimed as she skipped out of the office. Hermione let go of Draco and turned towards the doors, just to have her arm caught.
"We might not be able to do this for a while, so let's make it last," Draco said, as he bent down to kiss Hermione lightly on the lips. Hermione deepened the kiss and parted her lips. Ever so skillfully, Draco slipped his tongue into her mouth and brought Hermione's out to dance.
"Miss Granger?" a voice from within the office called. Hermione touched her lips and stepped backwards. She smiled genuinely at him, and turned and dashed into Dumbledore's office.
"I love you," Draco said after the doors closed behind her.
OK. A few quick things:
-This was kind of a spur of the moment thing (in other words not my best work, sorry ;;)
-Harry is NOT evil, he was just...entranced.but he's ok now!
-It's the end of their 6th year
Now...please review with some constructive criticism, and what you guys want to happen, or what you think will happen. Hope you liked it