iA/N I apologise for making this chapter go so fast. For those who don't understand what Harry is doing, he is going after Horcruxes. Yes. I know I haven't mentioned them before. Now I have. Get over it.
Oh, and I've decided to pretend that the 7th book didn't happen. Soz J.K.
Enjoy! (R&R)/i
Draco's mind was so preoccupied with thoughts about Jessica Melody that he failed to notice Crabbe and Goyle waving at him.
"OI! Draco! It's time to go!" Goyle waved in front of his face.
"Where?" Draco muttered.
Goyle pointed to a half hidden flask of bubbling grey liquid under his robes. Draco remembered and stood up from his seat. He nodded, and the three of them took off out of the common room, taking glances around to check that no one was following.
"Ron! Ron!" Hissed Harry as he ran into common room.
"What? What's happened? Did your meeting with Dumbledore go as planned?"
"You've got to watch Malfoy! And you've got to watch Snape too! Use anyone you can from the DA…" Harry was panting and desperate as he struggled to let words out.
"Harry…what's going on?"
"Take this!" Harry thrust a pair on socks into Ron's hand.
"What do I need socks for?"
"It's not the socks, it's what's inside. Distribute it to everyone who's going to watch…I've gotta go. Good luck!" And with that, Harry sprinted from the room.
Ron opened the socks. The lucky potion that Harry had received not so long ago from the potions master, Professor Slughorn, fell out into his hands. He then turned around and ran upstairs into his dorm. He thrust his hands into the bottom of his bag and pulled out the magic Galleons they had used to inform the members of the DA of meetings in their first year. Trying hard, he remembered the spell Rose had used to change them. Muttering the incarnation under his breath, he went to work, making sure that the castle was safe.
Madame Pomfrey walked into the infirmary after the discussion she had had with Professor McGonagall regarding Rose's future. Glancing quickly over to Rose's bed, she decided to go check on her. Madame Pomfrey doubted there would be any change, but old habits die hard.
Pulling back the curtains, she gasped in surprise. The bed was empty. Rose was gone.
"What exactly are we suppose to be doing Ron?" Nagged Ginny. Ron sighed.
"Harry said to keep an eye on Snape and Malfoy. He thinks they are up to something." Replied Ron for the hundredth time.
"Right." Ginny and several others including Luna and Neville sighed and continued on their way.
iI think I'll check up on Rose. The others can hold the situation with Malfoy and Snape /ithought Ron. He made his way slowly down the corridor, pausing every so often to check if anyone was coming his way. Finally he made it to the infirmary. He was about to go in, when he heard voices floating through out of the room.
"But where could she have gone?"
Ron realised that was Professor McGonagall's urgent voice.
"I don't know! I was only away for two minutes, where could she have gone?" Came the reply. It was Madame Pomfrey.
iShe. Gone./i
Ron peered around the corner to where the two women stood. Behind them was an empty bed.
BANG
"What was that?" Ginny whipped around.
Luna and Neville also stopped and turned.
"I don't know…" Replied Neville uncertainly.
BANG
"Another one!" Shouted Luna. The three of them grew closer together.
"Wands ready." Whispered Ginny.
BANG
All three whipped around. In a massive cloud of dust, they saw several staggering figures lunge out of the wall.
"DEATH EATERS!" Cried Ginny at the top of her voice.
Instinctively, Luna and Neville began streaming spells down on the intruders. Ginny called the rest of the DA to where they stood. Racing in, they joined the fight.
"TAKE THAT!" Cried Neville triumphantly. A nearby death eater fell to the ground. A split second later, a spell shot through the air, narrowly missing Luna.
"Look out!"
Spells were flying across the room. The DA was trying as hard as they could to fight back the intruders, but it wasn't working. Soon, they found themselves ducking for cover.
"Did we miss something?"
Neville whipped around to see Lupin, Tonks, Mad Eye and several other Order members flying spells across the room. Tonks winked at him and began to duel with the nearest Death eater.
Pieces of furniture and debris flew around the room. None of the DA could see anything except the person they were duelling.
No one noticed a small figure creep up behind them.
Harry suddenly realised he could move. The spell that had paralysed him was gone now that the person who cast it was dead. iDead./i
Harry raced down the stairs. His anger was seeping out of his veins, he could barely contain it. iDumbledore. Dead. /iIt couldn't be. All Harry wanted was to kill Snape, murder him right here and now…
Racing down the steps, he raced across the mass of spells and people duelling. His only concern was to kill…He had to get to Snape. Halfway down the corridor, Harry's head burst with pain. He fell to the ground and clutched his head. His scar burst like wildfire. Then he realised. iHe was here./i
Looking around, Harry called out to anyone who would listen. To his surprise, the first person to answer his cries was a rather flustered looking Mrs Weasly.
"Mrs Weasly!"
"Harry!" Mrs Weasly rushed over to Harry and pulled him off the ground.
"Harry! Are you OK? There's Death Eaters everywhere…"
"Dumbledore's dead!" Harry cried.
"What?"
"Snape killed him!"
"Harry, are you-"
"Mrs Weasly! He's here! iIt's Voldemort!/i" He yelled.
Mrs Weasly let go of Harry's arm and called out to the nearest Order member. Much to Harry's surprise, a tall brown bushy haired woman who was shooting curses left right and centre called back.
"Jess! Jess! He's here!"
Jessica Melody's facial expressions went icy cold. A nearby death eater screamed as they were thrown backwards into the opposite wall. Their head made a sickening thud as it contacted the wall.
She nodded and sent a patronus off in the opposite direction. Jessica turned to face Harry again and screamed. Harry and Mrs Weasly spun around to see the Great Hall open to reveal a dark figure surrounded by what seemed like thousands of creatures of all kinds.
Harry's scar burst like it was on fire. He fell to the ground in agony, cradling his head in his hands. Mrs Weasly got up and called out to the Order.
"He's here! QUICKLY!"
The hall rumbled as hundreds of creature joined the fight. Harry threw himself out of the line of fire, as the rest of the Order and the DA tumbled into the hall. Harry also noticed that the other older students and teachers had stormed into the wall, wands ablaze.
The students fell to the sides as they watched the two main battles. Bellatrix Lestrange and Mrs Weasly were duelling fiercely, but what really caught his eye was Voldemort taking on Professors McGonagall, Slughorn and Flitwick. Even with three opponents, he did not falter.
Mrs Weasly's curse soared under Bellatrix's open arms, sending her flying into the wall. Voldemort's scream at the loss of his most loyal servant echoed around the hall. In his rage, he sent his duellers hurtling into the wall behind them. Whipping around, he turned his wand on Mrs Weasly. Harry launched himself into action.
"PROTEGO!" he roared.
Voldemort turned to face Harry. Harry was so focused on casting his defensive spell that he had barely enough time to duck as Voldemort's curse flied past his ear. Harry's legs slid out from under him in his haste to get off the ground. Voldemort seized the opportunity of his distraction.
"Expelliarmus!"
Harry's wand flew high in the air. The entire hall watched it fall into the eagerly stretched out hands of Voldemort. He turned to smile wickedly at Harry.
"So, I've finally got you where I want you." He whispered softly.
"No parents to die for you this time." He sneered.
Harry looked around the hall. Wizards and witches of all descriptions looked back at him, their faces strewn with tears and scared expressions. Harry looked at the floor. He had let them down, and now Voldemort was going to kill them. It was his entire fault. He looked up and into Voldemort's eyes. Red met green. Voldemort raised his wand in triumph.
"AVADA KEDEVRA!"
A split second before the spell hit, a small figure jumped in the way, shielding Harry from the curse. Various witches and wizards screamed in fear as the curse hit the figure in the stomach. The figure doubled over, but did not fall. Harry looked on in awe as the stranger stood up, and revealed what appeared to be shimmering water blocking a green dart floating in front of their body. Voldemort scrambled backwards in fear, his eyes terrified at the might of the figure. Harry desperately tried to see who the figure was, but they kept their head low, hair covering the face.
Voldemort stood upright, his red eyes alight. The creatures around the hall did not move. Every witch, wizard and creature stood around the very edges of the hall, stock still.
Voldemort turned to face the figure.
"You don't scare me Melody."