Quidditch Tournament : Part 3 Quidditch Tournament : Part 3
Disclaimer : These are not my characters, their J.K. Rowlings, though I truly wish they were mine. Anyway, this is the third part of my ongoing fanfic. One of the Hogwarts Quidditch teams will get a chance to go play in the states. Harry's only felt this feeling once before, during his 2nd year. When he went into Tom Riddle's diary and saw the past through his eyes. This time is much the same. Except, Harry has a destinct feeling that he is viewing the future.
The room is cheerful. Harry watches as three students in different colored robes talk to three students in black robes. They're from Hogwarts, they're on the Slytherin quidditch team. Suddenly, Harry hears a low, drowling voice and turns around."
"It's nice here in the States, but Hogwarts really is much better," Draco Malfoy's telling a girl in a light pink robe.
Harry looks disgustadly at Malfoy, then walks to the other side of the room. There's a large fire blazing and lanterns lining all walls in the long room. Suddenlly, a feel of dread seems to come from the front of the room, near the doors, and continue back wards. The lanterns start to quaver and the fire goes out.
Harry makes his way to the front of the the room, where the dread is thickest. When Harry gets past the students, he stops, dead. Voldemort is there, in front of them, with Wormtail at his side.
"Ah, I see you all quake at my feet. Well, not many supporters here, are there. Where is Malfoy?" Voldemort asks, his voice sending tendrals of ice down Harry's spine.
"Here, my lord," Draco says, coming forth and bowing.
"Stand aside, my young follower. Now, all is gone," Voldemort motions for Wormtail to take Malfoy to the empty corner in the front of the room.
Suddenly, Dumbledore comes forth from the shadows. He seems weak, and is caughing wildly. "You will not do it, Tom. I am here to stop it."
"You are nothing but an old man with an awful fever. The fever you have has made you too weak to stand against me, so stand aside." Voldemort says in scorn.
But, Dumbledore doesn't move. He pulls out his wand and points it at Voldemort, but Voldemort is quicker. Dumbledore falls to the ground in a heap. What happens next, Harry will never forget. Suddenly, the room fills with an awful, dreadful, blaring light which Harry can not see through.
When the light clears, Harry gasps. The room is filled with dead bodies. Only Voldemort, Wormtail, and Malfoy remain. They quickly disappear out the door.
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Harry's pulled back to his senses and lies on his bed, shaking with fear. He puts his hands to his face and feels that it is covered in sweat. He lies there, shaking, for sometime.
After a while, Harry's head starts to clear a bit and he tries to stand up. His legs are shaking so much that he falls to the floor. He crawls to his trunk, and throws the little leather book inside. Then, he gets the sudden urge to leave the room and crawls out the door, only to sit on the first stair and shake, still completely covered in sweat.
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The party in the common room is still going strong. The Gryffindors are all eating and talking so loudly that Hermione has to yell at the top of her lungs to be heard. She finally gives up and hides in a dark corner, trying to stop her head from pounding.
She looks around.
Harry's been gone for a long time, she thinks, worriedly. She gets up and walks over to the boys stairs, knowing that noone will be up there yet.
Hermione opens the doors and starts up the stairs. She sees a boy, a little more that half way up, sitting on one of the landings. He's shaking so hard that Hermione can see it from the bottom.
"Harry!" Hermione gasps as she gets nearer and sees that it's him. "What happened?"
Harry looks up at her with troubled eyes. "It was Voldemort."
"What?" Hermione asks in astonishment.
Harry tells her about the leather book, and what happened when he looked in it. " . . . It's that school that the winning quidditch team is going to, TASOM, or whatever it is. That is what will happen if I don't go. It's a warning, I know it," Harry concludes, his voice shaking.
"Oh Harry," is all Hermione can say.
She takes his shaking body into her arms. He rests his head on her shoulder and lets out the silent tears he's been holding back. Hermione puts her hand to his cheek, and winces in surprise at the sweat that coats his face.
"I'm sorry," Harry says, finally pulling away.
"No, Harry, it's okay, really," Hermione tells him, quietly.
Harry looks into Hermione's worried eyes. "Gryffindor's going to win, it has to win. We have no choice." he tells her sadly.
"Don't worry, you'll win, Harry. I'm sure you will," Hermione says, giving him a little smile.
"Hermione, don't tell anyone about the book, please. No teacher, not even Ron. I don't want anyone to hear about it. It could end up being dangerous.
Hermione looks into his eyes, then a sudden urge comes over her and she leans in and kisses him softly on the lips. She pulls back, smiling. "I won't, Harry I promise."
"Thank you," Harry says, smiling at her.
"Um, can I see the book. I want to see the scene," Hermione tells him.
He looks at her in shock. "Hermione, I just told you everything. Do you not see how I'm still shaking? No, I will not let you do it."
"I have to Harry. It's the only way. I need to see what happened, so I can see what we can do to prevent it. Come on, it won't be as bad for me, I'm prepared."
Harry shakes his head, but finally relents. He knows nothing can prepare her for seeing an entire room filled with dead bodies, but there's nothing he can do to stop her.
"Be careful," he tells her before handing her the little leather book. He gives her a gentle kiss before she opens it up, and disappears.
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Harry paces the room, waiting for Hermione to return. Suddenly she reappears on the bed, covered in sweat and shaking. The book falls out her hands and onto the floor. Harry runs to the bed and puts her in his lap, holding her tight.
"It was awful, seeing that whole room of dead people," Hermione says, sobbing into Harry's shoulder.
"I know, I know," Harry says, trying to calm her. He strokes her hair with his fingers.
Hermione finally pulls her self together and pulls away enough so that she can look at Harry's face. Her own face is determined. "Well, Harry, you'll just have to win. If you go, then I think you'll be fine, Voldemort won't come if you and Dumbledore and there. We'll just have to keep an eye on Dumbledore." Hermione tells him matter-of-factly.
"Okay," Harry says, surprised at how quickly Hermione's mind thinks.
"Well, the boys will be back soon, and I need a shower. So do you, actually," Hermione says, with a short laugh. "Come on, Harry, I'm trying to chear you up. It'll be okay, okay?"
Harry smiles at her, and pulls her back into his lap. "Okay," he say before pulling her into a long, passionate kiss.
"See you in the morning," Hermione says, grinning broadly at Harry as she leaves the room.
Thanks for reading it. The next one probably won't be up till the weekend, school's really busy the week before vacation. But, I'll try to post one sooner. Please review, thanks. Mara
