Author's Note: I'm baaaack!
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART FIVE
Harry went into training again the next day, but this time accompanied by his two best friends. Hermione was jittery the entire morning. Harry finally asked her why, during break time.
"Because your mom keeps following me around - NO, Lily, for the umpteenth time, I am NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND."
"Well, I dunno -" Harry teased, looking at the thin air behind her. "Mum, what do you think? An okay girl?"
Hermione looked at the air, and spoke, but in a smaller voice. "Well, Harry, she seems to think I'm more than okay."
Ron started laughing. "An okay girl?" he chortled.
Hermione glared at the air. "Lily Potter, if you weren't dead, I'd try out some of these new curses. I'm not repeating what you said." With that, Hermione turned around, and crossed her arms, every once in a while giving the "air" a death glare.
"What did she say?" asked Ron immediately.
"Not telling," said Hermione, suddenly reminding Harry of Peeves the poltergeist.
"C'mon Herm, it's my mom!" exclaimed Harry.
"YOUR MOM is being ANNOYING."
"Well, what about my dad? Ask her about him."
Hermione heaved a sigh, and turned around. She made some funny gestures, and nodded. "She's gone to get him, Harry, hold on a sec."
They waited silently, every once in a while looking around to see if Dumbledore, Sirius, and Professor Lupin were back from break. Professor Lupin had been called in that day to help train them.
"Harry!" gasped Hermione. "Harry, come here! I'm going to try and make them solid.." She bit her lip. "Lily told me not to."
"Then don't," advised Harry, but Hermione had already closed her eyes. A chilling wind swept through the room...Harry looked at the scene before him.
Standing, side by side, were Lily and James Potter. Hermione was standing beside him, but had gone deathly pale.
"Harry! Break the trance...she'll knock herself out!" said Lily worriedly. "We'll come back and talk to you as soon as she's had practice."
"Okay." Harry took Hermione's shoulders and shook them. Her eyes snapped open.
"Did it work?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes, but don't DO that again!" Harry exclaimed, brushing her hair aside. "You're so pale!"
"Honestly, Herm," agreed Ron, eyeing her with concern. He raised his wand, and muttered, "Revivus." Hermione instantly felt better, which was a good thing, because at that moment Dumbledore, Lupin, and Sirius burst in the room.
"Okay, let's start again -" Dumbledore began, but then caught sight of Hermione. "Hermione! What happened?" he asked, as he felt her pulse.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I just tried something, okay, people? I'm not dying or anything -"
"Hermione," Dumbledore interrupted, "Necromancy is not something to mess around with!"
"I'm AWARE, Albus, I've read about them, er, us." She struggled out of Harry's grip on her shoulders. "Lily, don't start."
"I know, Lily," said Dumbledore, throwing up his hands in exasperation, "I KNOW. Stop repremanding me!"
"Lily, it's not his fault! Don't you even -" But Hermione was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"LILY POTTER, IF YOU DON'T -" Then he and Hermione started laughing.
"Thanks, James," said Hermione. Sirius, Lupin, Ron, and Harry just looked on in confusion.
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Through Hermione's POV
That night, when I went to bed, Lily was lecturing me the entire time I was trying to fall asleep.
"Hermione Granger, honestly, I told you not to. You had better learn to mind me, young lady."
"You're not my mother," I retorted.
"Mother-in-law, then."
"You're not that, either."
"Will be."
"Will not."
"Will be."
"WILL NOT!"
Harry's voice carried to my ears from the his room, which connected to mine. "Hermione, you and my mom need to hush!"
"Sorry, Harry, but your MUM is very SMART-ALECKY."
I finally managed to fall asleep, finally just ignoring Lily. I was awoken a few hours later, though, by a horrible storm. Unfortunately, I hate lightening and thunder. Usually I'm not alone in a room when it's thundering, I'm usually with my sister. But there was no little Elisabeth here to accompany me this time...
I sighed. There was no choice. Slowly, I opened the door to Harry's room.
"Harry? Are you awake?"
"Yeah, dratted storm. Come on in." I did, and shut the door.
"I have to be afraid of storms," I groaned, sitting in a chair next to his bed.
"Me too," said Harry. "They're beautiful, though."
"Well, you're the Lightening. Surely you have to LIKE lightening."
"Not necessarily. Do you like ghosts?"
"Not all. Peeves, for instance, is one I don't like."
"There you go. Sometimes, we do not like the things or people we stand beside, or the things we ally ourselves with. Dementors, for instance." He shuddered.
"No kidding," I said, picking at a bit of lint on the chair. "We almost got kissed by them, remember? In third year?"
"Urrgh. Don't remind me. As of date, I am the only one who survived to tell what is under a dementor's hood. Anyways..." Harry twirled his wand idly.
"AND you're also the only person who's survived Avada Kedavra...AND you're the only person who's at the top of Voldemort's hit list..." I started laughing at the look on Harry's face.
"Figures. I dunno, you and Ron might be somewhere up there too."
"Well, yeah, because of that stupid old Prophesy -"
"Guys? Are you all awake?" Ron opened the door slowly, his red hair sticking up at odd angles.
"Yeah, storm woke us up. You too?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. Stupid old storm...and they'll call us for training at the crack of dawn. I'm not trying to complain, but are you all as tired as I am? All this defense stuff is wearing me out. Using too much energy."
"I know. It seems as though I can never get rested," I replied.
"I guess that comes with being a hero," said Ron, laughing. "Harry should know."
Harry made a face. "Haha. I haven't been much of a hero lately..."
"Harry, you can't blame yourself for what happened at the Tournament. It's not as if you knew what was going to happen," I admonished him.
He sighed. "I still feel responsible for Cedric's death. If I hadn't told him to take the cup with me...if only I hadn't told him to!"
"Harry," said Ron, "Don't beat yourself up about it. Cedric is still alive, in a way."
"Huh?" I asked, but Ron shot me a look.
"Hermione. Talk to him."
"How?!"
"I dunno. Just try and contact him."
I closed my eyes, and began searching mentally. A wave of nausea crept over me, and I opened my eyes. Cedric stood there, smiling.
"Hermione! How are you?" He asked jovially.
"Um, I'm...er...fine, Cedric," I replied.
"I see you found the Prophesy...Harry's dad was wondering when you guys would. Tell Harry that it wasn't his fault, would you? I've been watching him practically beat himself up about it. Tell him that it's in no way his fault, and that it's beautiful in Heaven. Tell him..." Cedric faded from sight, and nausea crept over me again.
"Hermione! Lay down for a moment!" Harry guided me over to the bed. "You look like a ghost yourself."
"Harry, he told me to tell you it wasn't your fault, and.." I paused. "That it's beautiful in Heaven."
"Really?" asked Harry. "Always wondered."
"Hey, I have an idea!" exclaimed Ron. "You know how the really old witches and wizards would do Binding Spells? Like, be connected to one another with a force? Let's do it."
"Er - How do you do that?" asked Harry.
"Blood," I answered, sitting up. "You're connected by a bond of blood. Ron's right, let's do it." I waved my wand, and a knife appeared. "Who's first to mutilate their hand?"
"Haha," replied Ron sarcastically. "I guess I'll do it.." He took the knife, and made an incision in his hand. Then Harry, and then me. I tried not to flinch, but I did anyways as Harry slowly traced the knife on my palm.
"Ready?" Ron and I nodded, and Harry outstretched his hand. We all clasped hands and chanted:
"Make us one
one in blood
Nothing seperates
The three of us."
A bright white light filled the room, and all of the sudden, it was gone. We drew back our hands, and noticed the cut was healed, but there was a scar. But it wasn't normally shaped.
It was three symbols: One of fire, one of lightening, and one of smoke. We were connected. And then we came up with a name for us....
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Author's Note: ARRGH! I can't come up with a name for everyone's favorite trio! Someone help me! Anything! Well...not anything. Just give me some suggestions in reviews, okay?
Sirius: How about the VOLDEMORT BUSTERS?
Me: No. Uh-uh.
Sirius: Oh, c'mon!
Me: Sigh...here we go...review this story, please!
Sirius: Well, Voldemort can't be any worse than the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man.
Me: As you can see, Sirius watched GHOSTBUSTERS with me last weekend.
Sirius: It's the best Muggle movie I've ever seen!
Me: It's the only Muggle movie you've ever seen.
Sirius: Very true. Now, all of you go and review Alicia's story, because EVERYONE knows Alicia is the best fanfiction author on the face of the planet!
Me: Sirius?
Sirius: Yes?
Me: Everyone knows the best is Mena. And please, do you have to butt in to every single fanfic I write? Okay, readers, go review. I'll keep him at bay....
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART FIVE
Harry went into training again the next day, but this time accompanied by his two best friends. Hermione was jittery the entire morning. Harry finally asked her why, during break time.
"Because your mom keeps following me around - NO, Lily, for the umpteenth time, I am NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND."
"Well, I dunno -" Harry teased, looking at the thin air behind her. "Mum, what do you think? An okay girl?"
Hermione looked at the air, and spoke, but in a smaller voice. "Well, Harry, she seems to think I'm more than okay."
Ron started laughing. "An okay girl?" he chortled.
Hermione glared at the air. "Lily Potter, if you weren't dead, I'd try out some of these new curses. I'm not repeating what you said." With that, Hermione turned around, and crossed her arms, every once in a while giving the "air" a death glare.
"What did she say?" asked Ron immediately.
"Not telling," said Hermione, suddenly reminding Harry of Peeves the poltergeist.
"C'mon Herm, it's my mom!" exclaimed Harry.
"YOUR MOM is being ANNOYING."
"Well, what about my dad? Ask her about him."
Hermione heaved a sigh, and turned around. She made some funny gestures, and nodded. "She's gone to get him, Harry, hold on a sec."
They waited silently, every once in a while looking around to see if Dumbledore, Sirius, and Professor Lupin were back from break. Professor Lupin had been called in that day to help train them.
"Harry!" gasped Hermione. "Harry, come here! I'm going to try and make them solid.." She bit her lip. "Lily told me not to."
"Then don't," advised Harry, but Hermione had already closed her eyes. A chilling wind swept through the room...Harry looked at the scene before him.
Standing, side by side, were Lily and James Potter. Hermione was standing beside him, but had gone deathly pale.
"Harry! Break the trance...she'll knock herself out!" said Lily worriedly. "We'll come back and talk to you as soon as she's had practice."
"Okay." Harry took Hermione's shoulders and shook them. Her eyes snapped open.
"Did it work?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes, but don't DO that again!" Harry exclaimed, brushing her hair aside. "You're so pale!"
"Honestly, Herm," agreed Ron, eyeing her with concern. He raised his wand, and muttered, "Revivus." Hermione instantly felt better, which was a good thing, because at that moment Dumbledore, Lupin, and Sirius burst in the room.
"Okay, let's start again -" Dumbledore began, but then caught sight of Hermione. "Hermione! What happened?" he asked, as he felt her pulse.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I just tried something, okay, people? I'm not dying or anything -"
"Hermione," Dumbledore interrupted, "Necromancy is not something to mess around with!"
"I'm AWARE, Albus, I've read about them, er, us." She struggled out of Harry's grip on her shoulders. "Lily, don't start."
"I know, Lily," said Dumbledore, throwing up his hands in exasperation, "I KNOW. Stop repremanding me!"
"Lily, it's not his fault! Don't you even -" But Hermione was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"LILY POTTER, IF YOU DON'T -" Then he and Hermione started laughing.
"Thanks, James," said Hermione. Sirius, Lupin, Ron, and Harry just looked on in confusion.
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Through Hermione's POV
That night, when I went to bed, Lily was lecturing me the entire time I was trying to fall asleep.
"Hermione Granger, honestly, I told you not to. You had better learn to mind me, young lady."
"You're not my mother," I retorted.
"Mother-in-law, then."
"You're not that, either."
"Will be."
"Will not."
"Will be."
"WILL NOT!"
Harry's voice carried to my ears from the his room, which connected to mine. "Hermione, you and my mom need to hush!"
"Sorry, Harry, but your MUM is very SMART-ALECKY."
I finally managed to fall asleep, finally just ignoring Lily. I was awoken a few hours later, though, by a horrible storm. Unfortunately, I hate lightening and thunder. Usually I'm not alone in a room when it's thundering, I'm usually with my sister. But there was no little Elisabeth here to accompany me this time...
I sighed. There was no choice. Slowly, I opened the door to Harry's room.
"Harry? Are you awake?"
"Yeah, dratted storm. Come on in." I did, and shut the door.
"I have to be afraid of storms," I groaned, sitting in a chair next to his bed.
"Me too," said Harry. "They're beautiful, though."
"Well, you're the Lightening. Surely you have to LIKE lightening."
"Not necessarily. Do you like ghosts?"
"Not all. Peeves, for instance, is one I don't like."
"There you go. Sometimes, we do not like the things or people we stand beside, or the things we ally ourselves with. Dementors, for instance." He shuddered.
"No kidding," I said, picking at a bit of lint on the chair. "We almost got kissed by them, remember? In third year?"
"Urrgh. Don't remind me. As of date, I am the only one who survived to tell what is under a dementor's hood. Anyways..." Harry twirled his wand idly.
"AND you're also the only person who's survived Avada Kedavra...AND you're the only person who's at the top of Voldemort's hit list..." I started laughing at the look on Harry's face.
"Figures. I dunno, you and Ron might be somewhere up there too."
"Well, yeah, because of that stupid old Prophesy -"
"Guys? Are you all awake?" Ron opened the door slowly, his red hair sticking up at odd angles.
"Yeah, storm woke us up. You too?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. Stupid old storm...and they'll call us for training at the crack of dawn. I'm not trying to complain, but are you all as tired as I am? All this defense stuff is wearing me out. Using too much energy."
"I know. It seems as though I can never get rested," I replied.
"I guess that comes with being a hero," said Ron, laughing. "Harry should know."
Harry made a face. "Haha. I haven't been much of a hero lately..."
"Harry, you can't blame yourself for what happened at the Tournament. It's not as if you knew what was going to happen," I admonished him.
He sighed. "I still feel responsible for Cedric's death. If I hadn't told him to take the cup with me...if only I hadn't told him to!"
"Harry," said Ron, "Don't beat yourself up about it. Cedric is still alive, in a way."
"Huh?" I asked, but Ron shot me a look.
"Hermione. Talk to him."
"How?!"
"I dunno. Just try and contact him."
I closed my eyes, and began searching mentally. A wave of nausea crept over me, and I opened my eyes. Cedric stood there, smiling.
"Hermione! How are you?" He asked jovially.
"Um, I'm...er...fine, Cedric," I replied.
"I see you found the Prophesy...Harry's dad was wondering when you guys would. Tell Harry that it wasn't his fault, would you? I've been watching him practically beat himself up about it. Tell him that it's in no way his fault, and that it's beautiful in Heaven. Tell him..." Cedric faded from sight, and nausea crept over me again.
"Hermione! Lay down for a moment!" Harry guided me over to the bed. "You look like a ghost yourself."
"Harry, he told me to tell you it wasn't your fault, and.." I paused. "That it's beautiful in Heaven."
"Really?" asked Harry. "Always wondered."
"Hey, I have an idea!" exclaimed Ron. "You know how the really old witches and wizards would do Binding Spells? Like, be connected to one another with a force? Let's do it."
"Er - How do you do that?" asked Harry.
"Blood," I answered, sitting up. "You're connected by a bond of blood. Ron's right, let's do it." I waved my wand, and a knife appeared. "Who's first to mutilate their hand?"
"Haha," replied Ron sarcastically. "I guess I'll do it.." He took the knife, and made an incision in his hand. Then Harry, and then me. I tried not to flinch, but I did anyways as Harry slowly traced the knife on my palm.
"Ready?" Ron and I nodded, and Harry outstretched his hand. We all clasped hands and chanted:
"Make us one
one in blood
Nothing seperates
The three of us."
A bright white light filled the room, and all of the sudden, it was gone. We drew back our hands, and noticed the cut was healed, but there was a scar. But it wasn't normally shaped.
It was three symbols: One of fire, one of lightening, and one of smoke. We were connected. And then we came up with a name for us....
_____
Author's Note: ARRGH! I can't come up with a name for everyone's favorite trio! Someone help me! Anything! Well...not anything. Just give me some suggestions in reviews, okay?
Sirius: How about the VOLDEMORT BUSTERS?
Me: No. Uh-uh.
Sirius: Oh, c'mon!
Me: Sigh...here we go...review this story, please!
Sirius: Well, Voldemort can't be any worse than the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man.
Me: As you can see, Sirius watched GHOSTBUSTERS with me last weekend.
Sirius: It's the best Muggle movie I've ever seen!
Me: It's the only Muggle movie you've ever seen.
Sirius: Very true. Now, all of you go and review Alicia's story, because EVERYONE knows Alicia is the best fanfiction author on the face of the planet!
Me: Sirius?
Sirius: Yes?
Me: Everyone knows the best is Mena. And please, do you have to butt in to every single fanfic I write? Okay, readers, go review. I'll keep him at bay....