Alright before we get started I want an honest show of hands… who thinks I killed Harry at the end of the last chapter…. come on don't be shy. Anyway, here you are, another chapter for your enjoyment. Hope you enjoy this one and thanks for making me feel good with all your reviews.
wolfawaken – Mua ha ha ha. I rule the land of cliffhangers…. well no but I do use them… a lot… Thx for reviewing and enjoy.
XmichiyoX – I think this review was my favorite. I love it when I render people speechless and 0_0 sums up the situation at the end of the last chapter so well. Thx for reviewing again.
Jujubel5 – Hmmm your probably right to stop there. As to being addicted to cliffies? Well it's possible. I'll have to check with my muse about that one though lol.
DestinyEntwinements – hmmmmm interesting… Roar is an excellent response to cliffies lol. Hope I didn't frustrate you too much. Here is another chapter to alleviate some of your cliffie-hatred. Enjoy.
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Chapter 9
Thus ends the life of the boy who lived, Thought Draco, surprised to find tears trying to escape his eyes. I won't let anyone see me cry! His voice echoed in his mind. He was disgusted with himself, disgusted with his behavior, trying to be disgusted with his own inability to do the same deed he had just watched but failing. If I'm going to die tonight, thought Draco, with new determination, I will not die by his side! He slowly crawled towards Dumbledore's tomb, looking anywhere but at the still black form that was Harry Potter. There was a roaring in his ears that seemed to be interfering with his hearing. His fingers touched the base of the plinth and he began to haul himself upright.
Voldemort cackled victoriously, oblivious to Draco's movement on the ground. "I broke your circle long ago Lord Isil," he shouted, "and what is more I have fulfilled the prophecy, I live, he dies. Now I shall wreck havoc on this school…" he stopped starring.
The black figure of Harry had begun moving on the ground.
"Are you hurt Harry?" Isilomir asked without looking around.
"I'm alright," came Harry's voice. He was starring at the inert form of Wormtail on the ground beside him, having just pushed the body off of himself. He was shaking rather badly but stood up pushing his feelings aside for the moment. He replaced his hand where it had been, not noticing the form of Draco crawling towards the opposite corner of the tomb.
Voldemort whipped up the wand he had been pointing at Draco, and pointed both wands at Harry again. Before Voldemort could even open his mouth however, Draco reached up and gripped the edge of the tomb, his right hand directly underneath the globe of water.
There was an enormous cracking sound and a great cloud of dust shot up into the air. The globe of fire disappeared from above Harry's hand as Harry broke down, choking on the dust swirling around him. He could hear the coughs of the others as well, though he couldn't see anything.
Voldemort had thrown his hands up to protect himself from any flying debris and Draco's wand had slipped out of his fingers at the same time. Bewildered and enraged at being denied his revenge, Voldemort cast a spell to take himself out of the grounds. He would not wait to be captured by them in this confusion. Just as he rose into the air though, a slender hand shot out of the surrounding dust cloud and grabbed his right forearm.
"Let go of me, stupid boy," snapped Voldemort, thinking it was Draco who had grabbed him, "save your own hide idiot, let go I say!" The hand did not release him and Isil stepped out of the dust towards him.
"You will not be needing this any longer Tom," Isil said nodding at Voldemort's forearm. Fear flashed briefly across Voldemort's face as a sound like tearing paper split the night. Voldemort's shriek of rage faded as his spell carried him far beyond the grounds.
When the dust had settled Harry looked around. The scene had changed dramatically. McGonagall and Isil were talking with someone Harry could not see, Draco was nowhere to be seen, in fact, Wormtail's body was the only thing that hadn't changed.
Harry shuddered when he thought of the look in Wormtail's face as he had risen up before Harry. It had been a look of savage triumph as Wormtail had raised his silver arm to smash Harry's skull in. It was a look that had been frozen on his face as Voldemort's spell had slammed into his back.
Harry shook his head trying to clear it and then looked at the tomb. It was in complete shambles, stone chunks were littered everywhere and there was no sign of Dumbledore's body. Harry looked back at Isilomir, feeling the hatred well up within him. You, he thought savagely at the tall man, you said you weren't going to destroy it! YOU SAID THAT!
Isil seemed to sense his look because he turned and said, "I never said I wouldn't destroy the tomb, I merely asked if it would be a bad thing to destroy a lie." He stepped aside and gestured at the person he had been talking to. Harry felt himself lose his grip on reality, and he slid down into blackness.
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Draco opened his eyes to the familiar ceiling of the Hogwarts' infirmary. He felt disoriented for a few minutes before the events that had brought him there came back to him. His eyes widened as he remembered. He had placed his hand on the edge of the tomb, and the whole thing had shattered. A piece of the tomb had knocked him on the head so he didn't know what happened after that.
Maybe he hit it with a spell or something, Draco thought slowly sitting up and tenderly rubbing the bump on his head. He glanced around the room and was a little surprised, and then slightly horrified, when he saw Harry's body in the next bed over. Looking away from that morbid sight, Draco's attention was caught by a soft chirp near the window. He peered through the gloom but couldn't make out what had made the noise. He was about to get up and search for it when the source of the noise landed on the end of his bed and he forgot everything else.
Facing him was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. It reminded him of a dragon, but it was not the same as the ugly beasts that had been brought to the school in his fourth year, or like the one that Hagrid had grown in his hut during Draco's first-
Draco shook his head as his train of thought returned him to the unmoving figure in the next bed. To distract himself he examined the creature on the end of his bed closer. The dragon seemed to be unable to decide on its color. Its skin shifted between red, blue, green, white, gold, and black, with seemingly every shade in between mixed in. The creature's eyes arrested Draco's own as they slowly whirled a deep shade of blue.
Draco felt himself slipping back into sleep as he watched the dragon. He lay back down in the bed trying not to think about the morbid scene next to him. It was very easy to forget it while starring at the dragon. As Draco's eyes slid closed he saw the dragon wink at him then it launched into the air and disappeared.
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Up in the headmaster's office, Vin appeared and landed on Isil's shoulder. He chirruped happily and Isil got the impression that Vin was quite pleased with himself.
"Well what have you been up to now little one?" Vin just glared at Isil, plainly telling him to mind his own business. Isil just chuckled and continued, "We have a job for you," he said, "and don't give me that look, you will do it now because you have already done it now." Vin's eyes whirled a little faster with excitement.
"We need you to find Fawkes and bring him here now. You understand?" said a person seated behind the desk, turned away from the rest of the room. Vin bugled his understanding and with one last image of his destination to Isil, he disappeared again.
"Did he get it right?" McGonagall asked sounding a little worried.
Isil smiled and nodded. "If the two of you will excuse me, I have some things to take care of before I assume my duties tomorrow. Good night." With that, he left the office.
"I wonder what things those are." McGonagall said aloud.
"He has never told us much, in all the years we've known him," said the other person, "it has only ever been enough to keep us going."
McGonagall nodded and excused herself as well.
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See the chapters are getting longer again. And look at that, I didn't leave you guys with a cliffie this time so no roaring in the reviews. And speaking of those… pls submit them cause it makes me happy to see them all waiting for me in my inbox. Till next time.