Author's Note: Helloooooooooo everyone! It's me again! Well, here's the sequel to The Evil is Rising Part Two...thanks to all the reviewers! Love from Alicia
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART THREE
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Hermione Granger read, with amusement, her letter from Harry. "Oh, Harry," she whispered, "Don't get yourself into trouble." There was a knock on the door. "Come in," called Hermione, stuffing the letter out of sight. It was Viktor.
"'Ave you 'eard from Harry, Herm-o-ninny?" He sat down on the couch next to her.
"Yes," she sighed. "I hope he doesn't get himself into trouble."
"He will be all vright," Viktor reassured her, giving her a hug. When he did so, his left sleeve folded upward.
Burned into his arm was the Dark Mark.
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Hermione, of course, kept her head. Oh my gosh, she thought, Viktor's a Death Eater. He's been using me to get information on our side! Arrgh! She pulled away from his embrace.
"Um, Viktor, if you don't mind, could you, um, step outside for a moment? I need to, er, change."
"Of course, Herm-own-ninny." He exited the room, and shut the door behind him.
Hermione acted quickly. She threw her belongings in a duffel bag, and made it feather - light. Then she tied it to her Nimbus Two Thousand, and flew out of the window. She set her direction for Hogwarts, not looking back. "I have to get to Dumbledore."
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Harry slept very little that night. Dumbledore had set aside an old classroom for his bedroom and training room. Thoughts kept on running through his head.
"This is too strange to believe," he said aloud. There was a knock at the door, and he jumped up, holding his wand in front of him.
"Harry?" asked a voice. It was Dumbledore, and Harry opened the door. There was a brown - haired girl standing beside him, looking rather tired, and weak - kneed.
"Her - Hermione?" he gasped, grabbing the doorframe for support.
"That's me," she said, giving him a weak smile.
"I thought you were in Bulgaria!"
"Yeah, well, I found out something while I was there, and had to come report."
"Harry, if you could be down in the staff room in ten minutes, we would appreciate it," said Dumbledore. "Come, Miss Granger, and we'll get you some coffee or something...you look quite tired, after such a long journey." Dumbledore guided her down the hallway, leaving a very surprised Harry in his room.
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"I call this meeting to order," said Dumbledore loudly, setting off a few firecrackers with his wand. Heads flicked towards him. "Miss Granger here recently went on a holiday to Bulgaria to visit her friend, the famous Seeker, Viktor Krum." Whispers filled the room, and Hermione looked at the floor. "She recently made a discovery...and I will turn the floor over to her."
Hermione stood up from her chair. "Thank you, Professor. Today, I recieved a letter from my best friend, Harry Potter." Harry saw that everyone turned toward him, and back to Hermione. "He asked me if everything was all right, and I said yes. In fact, every time I got a letter, Viktor would ask who it was from, and what it contained. Well, today, after he asked about Harry, he hugged me and said everything would be all right. His left sleeve slid up...and the Dark Mark was burned on his arm. Viktor Krum is a Death Eater. He used me to get information from our side. I am sorry, truly. I didn't know that he was. Honestly." She paused. "Um, I'm willing to answer any questions."
"Hermione, dear, we know it's not your fault," reassured Mr. Weasley. "Exactly how much did you disclose to Krum?"
"Very little. I told him that Harry had another vision, and that was about it. All I told him about the other letters was who they were from, sir. I had not been notified that Harry was here, or about the prophesy. So the Dark Side does not know about Harry being trained."
"Thank you." Mr. Weasley jotted down some notes on a piece of parchment.
"Miss Granger, did Viktor have any friends over other than yourself?" asked Alastor Moody, standing up.
"No, sir."
"That will be all from me." he said, and sat down.
"Are there any more questions?" asked Dumbledore. Everyone shook their heads. "Harry, Hermione, you are dismissed."
Harry stood and escorted Hermione out of the room. Tears were silently streaming down her face.
"Harry..." she whispered. "I trusted him. I did more than trust him, I loved him! Why did he do this to me? He used me! He used me!" She buried her face in his shoulder and cried.
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Two hours later, the meeting ended. When the Aurors and Dumbledore came out of the hall, what a sight greeted them.
The girl who had been so calm and composed during the meeting now had her head on Harry's shoulder, and looked as if she had cried gallons of tears. She had dozed off while sitting on the floor beside Harry.
Harry put a finger to his lips. "She fell asleep," he whispered. "I think she's a tad bit upset," he added dryly.
"Why wouldn't she be?" growled Moody. "Poor girl."
Mr. Weasley frowned. "Is she going home?"
"No," said Dumbledore, "She needs to stay. I have reason to believe that she is somehow intertwined with the Prophesy. Also, it is safer for her here. When Voldemort discovers that one of his most valuable sources of information is gone, well, he might be a little vengeful."
"A little?" muttered Harry, but no one heard him.
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The next day, Harry began his training for the battle against the Dark Lord.
"Okay, Harry, on three! One...two...THREE!" shouted Dumbledore. He and Harry began throwing curses at each other, Hermione recording the progress. She felt awful, not being able to tell her parents where she was, but she couldn't. Voldemort would kill them to know.
Harry was knocked off his feet from a curse sent by Dumbledore. He got up, rubbing his knee. "OUCH!"
"Harry, you must learn to react quickly," chided Dumbledore.
"Sorry, Professor-"
"It's Albus, for the umpteenth time. It's okay, let's try again...did you get a list of the curses fired, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, sir. And no Miss Granger stuff, it's Hermione."
"Only if I'm Albus."
"Okay, okay!" said Hermione, laughing. "Albus. On three. One...two...THREE!" There was a series of bangs as they began firing curses again.
Harry was exhausted long before his training for the day was over. But before the sessions were over, he had beaten Dumbledore at a duel.
"Some day, huh?" he asked Hermione, his arm around her shoulders. She nodded.
"My hand aches from listing the curses," she answered, stretching her fingers. "But you beat Dumbledore! And he's as powerful as Voldemort...Harry, the prophesy is true, you ARE the Chosen."
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Dumbledore peered at the old book through his spectacles. He had found another prophesy that had to do with Harry.
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When the Chosen attacks the Dark Lord, he will be accompanied by a wizard marked by fire and a necromancer.
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Fire was Ron. And the necromancer was...
Hermione?
Author's Note: Hehe! And things get even more thick! Well, I'm sorry, but it will take me a long time to finish the next part, because I'm in the middle of moving. Boxes upon boxes everywhere...anyways! REVIEW!
Sirius: Or I'll curse you.
Me: SIRIUS...
Sirius: Sorry.
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART THREE
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Hermione Granger read, with amusement, her letter from Harry. "Oh, Harry," she whispered, "Don't get yourself into trouble." There was a knock on the door. "Come in," called Hermione, stuffing the letter out of sight. It was Viktor.
"'Ave you 'eard from Harry, Herm-o-ninny?" He sat down on the couch next to her.
"Yes," she sighed. "I hope he doesn't get himself into trouble."
"He will be all vright," Viktor reassured her, giving her a hug. When he did so, his left sleeve folded upward.
Burned into his arm was the Dark Mark.
_____
Hermione, of course, kept her head. Oh my gosh, she thought, Viktor's a Death Eater. He's been using me to get information on our side! Arrgh! She pulled away from his embrace.
"Um, Viktor, if you don't mind, could you, um, step outside for a moment? I need to, er, change."
"Of course, Herm-own-ninny." He exited the room, and shut the door behind him.
Hermione acted quickly. She threw her belongings in a duffel bag, and made it feather - light. Then she tied it to her Nimbus Two Thousand, and flew out of the window. She set her direction for Hogwarts, not looking back. "I have to get to Dumbledore."
_____
Harry slept very little that night. Dumbledore had set aside an old classroom for his bedroom and training room. Thoughts kept on running through his head.
"This is too strange to believe," he said aloud. There was a knock at the door, and he jumped up, holding his wand in front of him.
"Harry?" asked a voice. It was Dumbledore, and Harry opened the door. There was a brown - haired girl standing beside him, looking rather tired, and weak - kneed.
"Her - Hermione?" he gasped, grabbing the doorframe for support.
"That's me," she said, giving him a weak smile.
"I thought you were in Bulgaria!"
"Yeah, well, I found out something while I was there, and had to come report."
"Harry, if you could be down in the staff room in ten minutes, we would appreciate it," said Dumbledore. "Come, Miss Granger, and we'll get you some coffee or something...you look quite tired, after such a long journey." Dumbledore guided her down the hallway, leaving a very surprised Harry in his room.
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"I call this meeting to order," said Dumbledore loudly, setting off a few firecrackers with his wand. Heads flicked towards him. "Miss Granger here recently went on a holiday to Bulgaria to visit her friend, the famous Seeker, Viktor Krum." Whispers filled the room, and Hermione looked at the floor. "She recently made a discovery...and I will turn the floor over to her."
Hermione stood up from her chair. "Thank you, Professor. Today, I recieved a letter from my best friend, Harry Potter." Harry saw that everyone turned toward him, and back to Hermione. "He asked me if everything was all right, and I said yes. In fact, every time I got a letter, Viktor would ask who it was from, and what it contained. Well, today, after he asked about Harry, he hugged me and said everything would be all right. His left sleeve slid up...and the Dark Mark was burned on his arm. Viktor Krum is a Death Eater. He used me to get information from our side. I am sorry, truly. I didn't know that he was. Honestly." She paused. "Um, I'm willing to answer any questions."
"Hermione, dear, we know it's not your fault," reassured Mr. Weasley. "Exactly how much did you disclose to Krum?"
"Very little. I told him that Harry had another vision, and that was about it. All I told him about the other letters was who they were from, sir. I had not been notified that Harry was here, or about the prophesy. So the Dark Side does not know about Harry being trained."
"Thank you." Mr. Weasley jotted down some notes on a piece of parchment.
"Miss Granger, did Viktor have any friends over other than yourself?" asked Alastor Moody, standing up.
"No, sir."
"That will be all from me." he said, and sat down.
"Are there any more questions?" asked Dumbledore. Everyone shook their heads. "Harry, Hermione, you are dismissed."
Harry stood and escorted Hermione out of the room. Tears were silently streaming down her face.
"Harry..." she whispered. "I trusted him. I did more than trust him, I loved him! Why did he do this to me? He used me! He used me!" She buried her face in his shoulder and cried.
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Two hours later, the meeting ended. When the Aurors and Dumbledore came out of the hall, what a sight greeted them.
The girl who had been so calm and composed during the meeting now had her head on Harry's shoulder, and looked as if she had cried gallons of tears. She had dozed off while sitting on the floor beside Harry.
Harry put a finger to his lips. "She fell asleep," he whispered. "I think she's a tad bit upset," he added dryly.
"Why wouldn't she be?" growled Moody. "Poor girl."
Mr. Weasley frowned. "Is she going home?"
"No," said Dumbledore, "She needs to stay. I have reason to believe that she is somehow intertwined with the Prophesy. Also, it is safer for her here. When Voldemort discovers that one of his most valuable sources of information is gone, well, he might be a little vengeful."
"A little?" muttered Harry, but no one heard him.
_____
The next day, Harry began his training for the battle against the Dark Lord.
"Okay, Harry, on three! One...two...THREE!" shouted Dumbledore. He and Harry began throwing curses at each other, Hermione recording the progress. She felt awful, not being able to tell her parents where she was, but she couldn't. Voldemort would kill them to know.
Harry was knocked off his feet from a curse sent by Dumbledore. He got up, rubbing his knee. "OUCH!"
"Harry, you must learn to react quickly," chided Dumbledore.
"Sorry, Professor-"
"It's Albus, for the umpteenth time. It's okay, let's try again...did you get a list of the curses fired, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, sir. And no Miss Granger stuff, it's Hermione."
"Only if I'm Albus."
"Okay, okay!" said Hermione, laughing. "Albus. On three. One...two...THREE!" There was a series of bangs as they began firing curses again.
Harry was exhausted long before his training for the day was over. But before the sessions were over, he had beaten Dumbledore at a duel.
"Some day, huh?" he asked Hermione, his arm around her shoulders. She nodded.
"My hand aches from listing the curses," she answered, stretching her fingers. "But you beat Dumbledore! And he's as powerful as Voldemort...Harry, the prophesy is true, you ARE the Chosen."
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Dumbledore peered at the old book through his spectacles. He had found another prophesy that had to do with Harry.
~
When the Chosen attacks the Dark Lord, he will be accompanied by a wizard marked by fire and a necromancer.
~
Fire was Ron. And the necromancer was...
Hermione?
Author's Note: Hehe! And things get even more thick! Well, I'm sorry, but it will take me a long time to finish the next part, because I'm in the middle of moving. Boxes upon boxes everywhere...anyways! REVIEW!
Sirius: Or I'll curse you.
Me: SIRIUS...
Sirius: Sorry.