Disclaimer: See last chapter, but for those who don't wanna. i don't own HP or any of its characters.
Chapter Seven
In a dark room a man sits, waiting, drumming his fingers against his chair. Suddenly he is joined by a feminine shadow that Apparates in on his left.
"Master…We have the boy…He came for her like you predicted… He is awaiting his death in the room down the hall…"
A cruel smiled appeared on the man's face.
"Good going Fire, I will spare your life…"
A small smile appeared on her face.
"For now."
The smile disappeared along with Fire. The man stood and walked out of the room. He entered another room not too far from one he had just been in. In this room was a young man in armor. Chains, wrapped around his arms and legs, hung him in the center of the room. His head was down and blood was dripping from numerous wounds all over his body.
The man held a wand under the prisoner's chin and raised his head up. Harry's face came into view, beaten and bloody. Harry was crying, as the cruel thing, disguised as a man, in front of him had had Hermione and Ron killed in front of Harry's eyes. The man stepped back, letting Harry's head drop roughly back to his chest. He stepped back a couple paces and raised the wand.
"It is said that you survived the Adava Kedva curse once before. Let's see if you survive this time, boy. Though I doubt you will. Adava Kedva!"
~~~~~~~~~
Hermione's eyes flew open accompanied by a scream. She immediately felt someone trying to comfort her. She almost screamed again, but then realized it was only Harry. She saw him completely fine and alive and immediately grabbed him into a tight hug.
"What's the matter Mione?!" Harry asked her as he realized she was desperately holding onto him, "Why were you screaming? Really bad nightmare?"
"Harry! Oh Harry!" she sobbed out, "You have no idea!"
"Tell me and I will," Harry told her soothingly.
Hermione sniffed and told him exactly what her nightmare had been like. When she was done, Harry looked at her concerned and told her to go back to sleep. He then stood up and walked toward the door.
"Harry?!"
Harry stopped and turned toward away from the door.
"Yes?"
"You're not leaving me are you!?"
"Just long enough to get something from my room. I'll be right back," Harry explained, and then saw the look of fear in her eyes, "I promise."
True to his word Harry returned a few minutes later, carrying something. To Hermione it looked like a regular flute case, but to Harry, it was something more. He sat back down in his previously vacated seat with the case situated on his lap. He slowly opened it and brought out a exquisitly carved wooden flute.
On this flute was intricate carvings of dragons flying in mid-air. Along on their flight were wizards on brooms. The background was of the Hogwarts castle viewed from the air as if the carvings were watching the castle for some reason. Harry smirked when he heard Hermione gasp out at it.
"You didn't know I could carve?" he asked her as he quirked an eyebrow in confusion, "This took me almost a year to carve."
"It's marvelous," Hermione breathed.
"I haven't played it yet."
Harry brought the flute to his lips and began to play. The tune was a soft and haunting. It was sound that seemed to be everywhere around her, filling up her room eith its melody. It was sad, yet, at the same time, the song made her feel great. It made her feel as if she was floating and slowly it put her into a dreamless sleep.
Unknown to either one, Harry's playing could be heard by the enitre Gryffindor Tower. Wherever they were in the Tower, student's slowly fell asleep. Even the ones already sleeping could hear the tune and it helped them through any nightmares they were currently having. Harry played on until the song got him in its embrace.
There was a price to pay when playing thsi tune with this flute. Since both had magical properties it drew magic directly from him. The tune not only put someone to sleep, but did one or two other things. Harry didn't know what they were, but he did know that they were good things. The was only two things that he knew were about the tune.
One thing was actually a part of the musical spell and that was the sleeping without dreams. The other thing was what it did to its caster if he-or-she fell asleep, Harry fought it. It was no use fighting it though and Harry decided that if he was to pay he would do so after he'd said goodbye to his friends.
Harry dropped to his knees beside Hermione and held her gently as she slept on. He held her, as he fought for life, for a while. Then he simply let go of her and fell to the floor with a sigh. He couldn't find the strength to go to his dorm room and say goodbye to his other friend.
'James! Harry!' a soft, familiar, female voice beckoned him from the recesses of his mind, 'Come in already! James, I know you two are having fun, but you can't stay any longer! Harry might catch a cold! He's only a baby!'
'Is it time already?!' Harry's father asked, a voice coming from another part of Harry's mind.
'Yes.'
'Alright...' Harry replied to the memory, 'Take me home...mom...'
Chapter Seven
In a dark room a man sits, waiting, drumming his fingers against his chair. Suddenly he is joined by a feminine shadow that Apparates in on his left.
"Master…We have the boy…He came for her like you predicted… He is awaiting his death in the room down the hall…"
A cruel smiled appeared on the man's face.
"Good going Fire, I will spare your life…"
A small smile appeared on her face.
"For now."
The smile disappeared along with Fire. The man stood and walked out of the room. He entered another room not too far from one he had just been in. In this room was a young man in armor. Chains, wrapped around his arms and legs, hung him in the center of the room. His head was down and blood was dripping from numerous wounds all over his body.
The man held a wand under the prisoner's chin and raised his head up. Harry's face came into view, beaten and bloody. Harry was crying, as the cruel thing, disguised as a man, in front of him had had Hermione and Ron killed in front of Harry's eyes. The man stepped back, letting Harry's head drop roughly back to his chest. He stepped back a couple paces and raised the wand.
"It is said that you survived the Adava Kedva curse once before. Let's see if you survive this time, boy. Though I doubt you will. Adava Kedva!"
~~~~~~~~~
Hermione's eyes flew open accompanied by a scream. She immediately felt someone trying to comfort her. She almost screamed again, but then realized it was only Harry. She saw him completely fine and alive and immediately grabbed him into a tight hug.
"What's the matter Mione?!" Harry asked her as he realized she was desperately holding onto him, "Why were you screaming? Really bad nightmare?"
"Harry! Oh Harry!" she sobbed out, "You have no idea!"
"Tell me and I will," Harry told her soothingly.
Hermione sniffed and told him exactly what her nightmare had been like. When she was done, Harry looked at her concerned and told her to go back to sleep. He then stood up and walked toward the door.
"Harry?!"
Harry stopped and turned toward away from the door.
"Yes?"
"You're not leaving me are you!?"
"Just long enough to get something from my room. I'll be right back," Harry explained, and then saw the look of fear in her eyes, "I promise."
True to his word Harry returned a few minutes later, carrying something. To Hermione it looked like a regular flute case, but to Harry, it was something more. He sat back down in his previously vacated seat with the case situated on his lap. He slowly opened it and brought out a exquisitly carved wooden flute.
On this flute was intricate carvings of dragons flying in mid-air. Along on their flight were wizards on brooms. The background was of the Hogwarts castle viewed from the air as if the carvings were watching the castle for some reason. Harry smirked when he heard Hermione gasp out at it.
"You didn't know I could carve?" he asked her as he quirked an eyebrow in confusion, "This took me almost a year to carve."
"It's marvelous," Hermione breathed.
"I haven't played it yet."
Harry brought the flute to his lips and began to play. The tune was a soft and haunting. It was sound that seemed to be everywhere around her, filling up her room eith its melody. It was sad, yet, at the same time, the song made her feel great. It made her feel as if she was floating and slowly it put her into a dreamless sleep.
Unknown to either one, Harry's playing could be heard by the enitre Gryffindor Tower. Wherever they were in the Tower, student's slowly fell asleep. Even the ones already sleeping could hear the tune and it helped them through any nightmares they were currently having. Harry played on until the song got him in its embrace.
There was a price to pay when playing thsi tune with this flute. Since both had magical properties it drew magic directly from him. The tune not only put someone to sleep, but did one or two other things. Harry didn't know what they were, but he did know that they were good things. The was only two things that he knew were about the tune.
One thing was actually a part of the musical spell and that was the sleeping without dreams. The other thing was what it did to its caster if he-or-she fell asleep, Harry fought it. It was no use fighting it though and Harry decided that if he was to pay he would do so after he'd said goodbye to his friends.
Harry dropped to his knees beside Hermione and held her gently as she slept on. He held her, as he fought for life, for a while. Then he simply let go of her and fell to the floor with a sigh. He couldn't find the strength to go to his dorm room and say goodbye to his other friend.
'James! Harry!' a soft, familiar, female voice beckoned him from the recesses of his mind, 'Come in already! James, I know you two are having fun, but you can't stay any longer! Harry might catch a cold! He's only a baby!'
'Is it time already?!' Harry's father asked, a voice coming from another part of Harry's mind.
'Yes.'
'Alright...' Harry replied to the memory, 'Take me home...mom...'
