Author's Note: Guess what guys? I've really done it this time...
I made the mistake of moving a whole bunch of 50lb boxes full of books in the time span of fifteen minutes. I threw my back all outta whack. Guess I should've had Sirius do it.
Sirius: Yep, I'm still here!!
Remus: Me too.
Ron: Me three!
Me: SEE what I deal with? SEE?
Anyways! We left off at the last fic with Dumbledore discovering how Hermione and Ron fit into the prophesy..
Ron: Really? I'm a hero too?
Me: Yes. Can I continue?
We learn who is who and yada yada yada. Okay, on with the fiction.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. Rowling owns it all. Lucky her! No, wait, Bloomsbury Publishing and Scholastic and Warner Bros. and Mattel own a little bit too. Lucky them!
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART FOUR
Dumbledore grabbed at a loose sheet of parchment on his desk and wrote a letter.
Arthur,
Discovered more about the prophesy. I need to meet with you and your son, Ron. Immediately.
Sincerely, A. Dumbledore
Dumbledore tied it onto an owl's leg, and it flew out the window.
_____
"So, Mr. Chosen One," teased Hermione, "Have you heard any word from Ron since we got out of school?" They were down in the Great Hall, talking. Neither of them wanted to sleep.
"I got ONE letter," replied Harry. "Said something about Percy being made head of department since Mr. Crouch was killed. Errgh." His happy expression flickered as he remembered Mr. Crouch's son, Barty, pretending to be Alastor Moody, their teacher, with the aide of Polyjuice Potion.
"Stupid old bat," Hermione muttered aloud.
"Who, Percy?" asked Harry, confused.
"No, stupid old Barty Crouch's son. If it weren't for he and Voldemort I wouldn't be here, you wouldn't be here. We'd be leading our close-to-normal lives."
_____
Tap, tap.
"Whassit?" muttered Arthur Weasley, half asleep.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Whassamatter?"
TAP, TAP, TAP.
"Okay, I'm awake!" He yanked the window open, and an owl flew in. He read the letter, and then went to Ron's bedroom. His reaction was about the same as his when he first awoke.
"Whassamatter, Dad?"
"Get up and get dressed. We have to go and see Dumbledore."
Ron jumped out of bed. "Harry! Is he all right?"
"He's FINE for the moment, just get dressed." Arthur closed the door, hearing sounds of Ron shuffling around, grabbing clothes off of hangers.
_____
Hermione and Harry were still sitting in the empty Great Hall, talking.
"So, Herm," began Harry, eyes twinkling, "Since Vicky-poo's Voldemort's right-hand man, do I get a chance?"
"I don't know, and it's You-Know-Who," replied Hermione. Could he really mean what she thought...?
"Oh, rubbish. Fear of a name increases fear of a thing itself, as Albus says. Just call him VOLDEMORT."
"Well, I might give you a chance. You are more powerful than You-Know- oh, all right, VOLDEMORT, is, after all."
"Oh, so I have a chance?" He was still smiling, and the twinkle in his emerald-green eyes was more prominent.
"Yes -" said Hermione, but her next words were interrupted, because Harry had leaned forward and kissed her.
When he drew away, he was laughing, and so was Hermione.
"Um, apparently we're interrupting something." Harry and Hermione looked up to see Professor Dumbledore. Both of them turned the color of the Gryffindor banner above them, because Ron and Mr. Weasley were behind him, cracking up.
"Er..."
"Well..."
"Oh, stop making excuses," teased Ron. "Hermione and Harry, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Dumbledore was now chuckling, and Mr. Weasley looked as if he hadn't laughed so hard in years.
"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage!" Ron finished his little song, and Hermione and Harry now definitely matched their house color.
"Ron?" asked Harry, his tone dangerously vengeful, "Do you want me to blurt something out to Lavender?" Now Ron was red, and everyone laughed, including Ron himself.
_____
"Okay, okay." Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, and Mr. Weasley were assembled in Dumbledore's study. "No one would have re-united this infamous trio at three in the morning without a reason."
"Right on, Harry." said Dumbledore. "Well, I found another prophesy about you." Harry groaned, and Dumbledore continued. "Except it not only mentions you, but two other people. Ron, I must ask you, do you have a scar on your forehead, one that looks like fire?"
Ron looked thoughtful. "Well, that dratted chess set of McGonagalls left me a scar, from our first year..." He lifted his bangs from his forehead. A scar was in the middle, in about the same place as Harry's, and just as prominent. Except his was in the shape of flames. "It isn't that prominent..."
"It isn't?!" interrupted Hermione. "Look in a mirror!" She handed Ron a mirror, and he gasped.
"Sheesh, it's as stand out-ish as yours, Harry!"
"Going onward," continued Dumbledore. "Hermione, look toward this wall, over here..." Hermione looked, and turned pale.
"You...you can't be serious...Lily? Lily Potter?" She paused, and nodded. "Yes, Lily, this is your son...no, I'm not his girlfriend..."
"I don't see anything," said Harry, walking over to stand by Hermione.
"No one does but Hermione and I," said Dumbledore. "We are both necromancers."
"Huh?" asked Hermione, looking away from the thin air which really wasn't thin air to her.
"You're a necromancer. You're a very powerful witch, who can talk to the dead, bring back the dead, even. You can make ghosts solid."
"Um, um..." Hermione, for once, was at a loss for words.
"That's different," remarked Ron, breaking the silence.
_____
Author's Note: So, Hermione's a necromancer! Different, of course...
Sirius: When do I come into this fiction?
Me: Do you mind, Padfoot?
Sirius: Sorry.
Continuing on...I don't know WHAT Ron's power is, but I'll think of something.
Once again, I own nothing. Nada. Zip. Except the plot. I got the definitions for necromancer and stuffs from the Mythical Creatures website. It's the best, for any type of Magical Creature reference. I think it's pretty good, anyways. Read and Review! Or you will see the power of my gel pens...lol
I made the mistake of moving a whole bunch of 50lb boxes full of books in the time span of fifteen minutes. I threw my back all outta whack. Guess I should've had Sirius do it.
Sirius: Yep, I'm still here!!
Remus: Me too.
Ron: Me three!
Me: SEE what I deal with? SEE?
Anyways! We left off at the last fic with Dumbledore discovering how Hermione and Ron fit into the prophesy..
Ron: Really? I'm a hero too?
Me: Yes. Can I continue?
We learn who is who and yada yada yada. Okay, on with the fiction.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. Rowling owns it all. Lucky her! No, wait, Bloomsbury Publishing and Scholastic and Warner Bros. and Mattel own a little bit too. Lucky them!
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART FOUR
Dumbledore grabbed at a loose sheet of parchment on his desk and wrote a letter.
Arthur,
Discovered more about the prophesy. I need to meet with you and your son, Ron. Immediately.
Sincerely, A. Dumbledore
Dumbledore tied it onto an owl's leg, and it flew out the window.
_____
"So, Mr. Chosen One," teased Hermione, "Have you heard any word from Ron since we got out of school?" They were down in the Great Hall, talking. Neither of them wanted to sleep.
"I got ONE letter," replied Harry. "Said something about Percy being made head of department since Mr. Crouch was killed. Errgh." His happy expression flickered as he remembered Mr. Crouch's son, Barty, pretending to be Alastor Moody, their teacher, with the aide of Polyjuice Potion.
"Stupid old bat," Hermione muttered aloud.
"Who, Percy?" asked Harry, confused.
"No, stupid old Barty Crouch's son. If it weren't for he and Voldemort I wouldn't be here, you wouldn't be here. We'd be leading our close-to-normal lives."
_____
Tap, tap.
"Whassit?" muttered Arthur Weasley, half asleep.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Whassamatter?"
TAP, TAP, TAP.
"Okay, I'm awake!" He yanked the window open, and an owl flew in. He read the letter, and then went to Ron's bedroom. His reaction was about the same as his when he first awoke.
"Whassamatter, Dad?"
"Get up and get dressed. We have to go and see Dumbledore."
Ron jumped out of bed. "Harry! Is he all right?"
"He's FINE for the moment, just get dressed." Arthur closed the door, hearing sounds of Ron shuffling around, grabbing clothes off of hangers.
_____
Hermione and Harry were still sitting in the empty Great Hall, talking.
"So, Herm," began Harry, eyes twinkling, "Since Vicky-poo's Voldemort's right-hand man, do I get a chance?"
"I don't know, and it's You-Know-Who," replied Hermione. Could he really mean what she thought...?
"Oh, rubbish. Fear of a name increases fear of a thing itself, as Albus says. Just call him VOLDEMORT."
"Well, I might give you a chance. You are more powerful than You-Know- oh, all right, VOLDEMORT, is, after all."
"Oh, so I have a chance?" He was still smiling, and the twinkle in his emerald-green eyes was more prominent.
"Yes -" said Hermione, but her next words were interrupted, because Harry had leaned forward and kissed her.
When he drew away, he was laughing, and so was Hermione.
"Um, apparently we're interrupting something." Harry and Hermione looked up to see Professor Dumbledore. Both of them turned the color of the Gryffindor banner above them, because Ron and Mr. Weasley were behind him, cracking up.
"Er..."
"Well..."
"Oh, stop making excuses," teased Ron. "Hermione and Harry, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Dumbledore was now chuckling, and Mr. Weasley looked as if he hadn't laughed so hard in years.
"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage!" Ron finished his little song, and Hermione and Harry now definitely matched their house color.
"Ron?" asked Harry, his tone dangerously vengeful, "Do you want me to blurt something out to Lavender?" Now Ron was red, and everyone laughed, including Ron himself.
_____
"Okay, okay." Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, and Mr. Weasley were assembled in Dumbledore's study. "No one would have re-united this infamous trio at three in the morning without a reason."
"Right on, Harry." said Dumbledore. "Well, I found another prophesy about you." Harry groaned, and Dumbledore continued. "Except it not only mentions you, but two other people. Ron, I must ask you, do you have a scar on your forehead, one that looks like fire?"
Ron looked thoughtful. "Well, that dratted chess set of McGonagalls left me a scar, from our first year..." He lifted his bangs from his forehead. A scar was in the middle, in about the same place as Harry's, and just as prominent. Except his was in the shape of flames. "It isn't that prominent..."
"It isn't?!" interrupted Hermione. "Look in a mirror!" She handed Ron a mirror, and he gasped.
"Sheesh, it's as stand out-ish as yours, Harry!"
"Going onward," continued Dumbledore. "Hermione, look toward this wall, over here..." Hermione looked, and turned pale.
"You...you can't be serious...Lily? Lily Potter?" She paused, and nodded. "Yes, Lily, this is your son...no, I'm not his girlfriend..."
"I don't see anything," said Harry, walking over to stand by Hermione.
"No one does but Hermione and I," said Dumbledore. "We are both necromancers."
"Huh?" asked Hermione, looking away from the thin air which really wasn't thin air to her.
"You're a necromancer. You're a very powerful witch, who can talk to the dead, bring back the dead, even. You can make ghosts solid."
"Um, um..." Hermione, for once, was at a loss for words.
"That's different," remarked Ron, breaking the silence.
_____
Author's Note: So, Hermione's a necromancer! Different, of course...
Sirius: When do I come into this fiction?
Me: Do you mind, Padfoot?
Sirius: Sorry.
Continuing on...I don't know WHAT Ron's power is, but I'll think of something.
Once again, I own nothing. Nada. Zip. Except the plot. I got the definitions for necromancer and stuffs from the Mythical Creatures website. It's the best, for any type of Magical Creature reference. I think it's pretty good, anyways. Read and Review! Or you will see the power of my gel pens...lol