Hello Harry Potter fans! I am Left4Hunger and this, is my first Harry Potter Fanfic. I have been working long and hard on this story, constantly getting fellow writers to edit and revise it so it's perfect for upload. So here it is! Everything bu the OCs are cannon, even quoted from the book itself. Please review! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter :/ except my own Original Characters :)
UPDATE: I added a FAQ to the end of this story to give you some background on it, PLEASE READ.
"Cody wake up! Wake up! It's an emergency! Everyone up and out of bed now! This is not a drill!" Ernie Macmillan's voice booms through my entire dormitory.
"What's going on? What's the problem?" I ask, my eyes still half closed. Similar questions follow mine throughout the dorm.
"Professor Sprout has just informed me…" the Prefect's voice begins to trail off. He takes a deep breath and continues, "You-Know-Who is coming. We're evacuating students; those who are old enough can stay and fight if they wish."
More questions fire off all around Ernie, with gasps and gulps.
"That's all I know!" Ernie says, hand rising to silence the oncoming questions, "Professor McGonagall will explain everything once we're in the hall, so everyone needs to MOVE!"
All five of us rush out of bed, I quickly grab my wand, a pair of jeans, a sweater, and a pair shoes from my trunk, and race through the common room. Trying to put my clothes on as we exit to the corridor beyond, I hear voices fill the corridor as we walk with our Prefects, all shouting similar things:
"Harry Potter!"
"That was Harry Potter, wasn't it?"
"I saw him too!"
I stand on my toes to see over the crowd of students, only to see an empty corridor ahead. Strangely, all the students were looking at the hall to our right. Could Harry Potter really be back at Hogwarts? He's Undesirable Number One!
"Keep moving! Come on now," Professor Sprout announces over the murmurs and whispers of the students.
We finally enter the Great Hall and see that it's already packed with students. We take our seats at the usual Hufflepuff table. The Hall quickly fills with every student staff and attendant at Hogwarts. The Fat Friar floats to the end of our table, the remaining staff is standing behind Professor McGonagall on raised platform, in front of the Great Hall. Some others I recognize are with them; such as, Professor Lupin, a former Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, and Kingsley Shacklebolt from the Auror Office. I finish putting on my jeans and shoes, and then scan the room for familiar students, barley taking in anything Professor McGonagall is announcing.
Students are in an assortment of night gowns, pajamas, robes, with very few in clothes, like myself, that they probably grabbed on the way out.
"…in an orderly fashion, to the evacuation point," I hear Professor McGonagall instruct. Ernie Macmillan shoots up from the table and cries, "And what if we want to stay and fight?" Several students at our table applaud the proposal.
"If you are of age, you may stay," says Professor McGonagall calmly.
Never in my life have I been so glad to have just turned 17 in April, despite being a sixth year student. I look to my right to see my best friend, Isaac Rogan turn a frown at the news.
"Are you going to stay?" Isaac asks me. Isaac is not 17 yet, he can't stay and fight.
"I think I'm going to," I say to him, holding back the shaking in my voice, "I have to."
He nods and looks back down at the table. I keep looking at him for a response, I know he wants to stay and fight as much as I do, but he can't under the circumstances.
"Be safe," he tells me, "And take out as many Death Eaters as you can. Oh, and lastly, promise me you'll come back alive."
I give him what must be an unconvincing look, because he glares back looking for reassurance in my face. I take a deep breath and say, "I promise. I'll fight my hardest."
Isaac nods, both of our heads snap toward the front of the Hall at the mention of Snape from the Slytherin table.
"He has, to use the common phrase, done a bunk," Professor McGonagall replies to the Slytherins. Snape sacked! Isaac and I look at each other with the utmost glee and cheer with the rest of the Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws. We both look back up at Professor McGonagall hopeful for more good news; but how much good news could there be in a situation like this?
"We have already placed protection around the castle, but it is unlikely to hold for very long unless we reinforce it. I must ask you, therefore, to move quickly and calmly and do as your prefects-"
Professor McGonagall's voice is suddenly drowned out by the coldest voice I have ever heard. It seems as though it rebounds throughout all the walls in the castle, straight into the Great Hall. Students scream at the sudden interruption.
"I know you are preparing to fight." Was the first thing the voice says, "Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not want to spill magical blood."
The Hall falls silent. I can hear my own heart racing. So that is the voice of the Dark Lord? It's so cruel. It's calm but has malice to it. Much like how I'd imagine a snake would sound like. The voice resumes.
"Give me Harry Potter, and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you shall be rewarded.
"You have until midnight."
Silence envelopes the Hall once again. Against the wall of the Great Hall, I can see Harry Potter looking terror stricken at the events that have just unfolded. A figure rises from the Slytherin table, and screams something, but all I could make out was, "…grab him!" I scan the Slytherin table and see Pansy Parkinson pointing at Harry giving the demand to grab him. Instantly, the Gryffindors rise from their seats, not to attack Harry, but their backs against him to protect. I rise as well, as do several other Hufflepuffs. We draw our wands as soon as the Ravenclaws rise from their seats as well. It's three houses against one.
I never knew Harry Potter well, except for the D.A. meetings I had attended; I have never had an actual conversation with him. I didn't bother to be one of the many who tried to befriend him because of his fame, or even just because he is a plain good person, but we all know here, wands drawn against the entire house of Slytherin, that we will not let The Dark Lord have him. We will not allow Harry to be given up, because we have chose to stand and fight, and Harry Potter is our reason to rebel.
"Thank you, Miss Parkinson. You will leave the hall first with Mr. Filch. If the rest of your House could please follow," Professor McGonagall says, with much irritation in her tone.
The Slytherins, every one of them, file out of the Great Hall. Next, most of the Ravenclaws leave, and then follow Hufflepuff. Isaac gives me a firm handshake and looks me dead in the eyes and says, "Good luck, and keep your promise."
I nod, with much determination in my expression, then pull him into a short embrace, and watch him walk out of the hall with a small group of Gryffindors on his heels. The House ghosts are the last to leave the room to assist in the evacuation. I turn around to the front and notice Professor McGonagall usher out Collin Creevey and Jimmy Peakes, both too young too participate in the oncoming battle.
The remaining students gather around the front of the Hall, where Kingsley Shacklebolt replaces McGonagall to give instructions, waving his hands in every direction at a teacher or Order member at mention of their names.
"We've only got half an hour until midnight, so we need to act fast! A battle plan has been made between the teachers of Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix. Professors Flitwick, Sprout, and McGonagall are going to take groups of fighters to the three highest towers-Ravenclaw, Astronomy, and Gryffindor- where they'll have a good overview, excellent positions from which to work spells. Meanwhile Remus, Arthur, and I will take groups into the grounds. We'll need somebody to organize defense of the entrances of the passageways into the school-"
"Sounds like a job for us," one of the Weasley twins pipes up. I can never tell them apart. Kingsley agrees, and begins to divide us up. I'm wafted into a small platoon with former Professor Remus Lupin. He is thin, tall, with a slight beard, his light brown hair has streaks of gray, as well as scars that line spots of his face. I thoroughly try and identify the people I know in my group, though I don't know most by name, just face and House. The few I recognize are Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Dean Thomas from Gryffindor, Megan Jones from Hufflepuff, and-suddenly my heart sinks. I have trouble keeping up with the group because I keep staring at Courtney Gallen of Ravenclaw. Courtney has beautiful dark brown hair, light Brazilian skin, a smile I always love, a centered nose, and dark brown eyes that always gleam in the light.
I've fancied Courtney since our second year here when she approached me in the library, to help me with a Potions essay I was obviously flustered with. We've bonded over the last few years, especially since the Dark Lords return. We even had a close secret, we both believed Harry Potter a year and a half ago- when he'd claimed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named returned-when very few did. Me, being a half blood, and her, faking a family tree to show she has a magical relative, kept us alive at Hogwarts this year. Even after all these years, I still haven't told her how I feel. It killed me when she dated another, but I was relieved when it ended, and even comforted her. I now realize, I may never get to tell her.
There you have it! The next chapter, which will be posted very soon, will contain the first leg of the war. And LOADS of action ;D Please review! It keeps me going!
P.S. If you are a Hunger Games fan, I have a Submit Your Own Tribute fic: The 35th Hunger Games for your reading pleasure.
FAQ
Why are the characters named after yourself/others?
-When I was younger, all I would write about would be stories/fan fiction about me and my friends. So now that I am getting into more serious writing I thought I'd give it one last go and write a story involving me and my friends, Courtney and Isaac (who is actually two people in one) as a sort of, goodbye to this kind of writing.
Why did you change the last names?
-Well, the last name Knight has been given to another character to in an upcoming story and I aciddently used Courtney's real last name, so for privacy reasons I changed hers.