A/N: Hello, all you readers! Alicia here, reporting from her new humble abode!
Sirius: Yaay!
Alicia: Yes, he moved with me.
Sirius: Life is never boring when you're Alicia's invisible friend.
Alicia: Grrrumbblehmph. Anyways, here's part six of The Evil is Rising...you luff me, I know. :-) Oh, and the title has nothing to do with The Dark is Rising. I haven't even read the books, although I've heard that they are good. Are they?
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART SIX
_____
(Hermione POV)
Destiny's Trio.
That was our name, and killing the Dark Lord was our aim...
_____
A/N: Back to a narrorator's POV...
As Ron predicted, there was a knock at Hermione's door at 5:30a.m.
"Her - mio- ne!" called Dumbledore's cheerful voice.
"Dwwnwnnagttup."
"Sorry, Hermione, but you have to." He opened the door slightly.
"Fine, fine...I'm getting up..."
"Meet us in the training room as soon as possible." Dumbledore closed the door, and Hermione shook the last of the sleepiness from her head. Then she got dressed, and ran out the door.
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A/N: Harry's POV
Harry looked around, Ron standing beside him, waiting for their training sessions of the day to start. "I'm really beginning to hate this room," he thought miserably, looking at the drab, gray walls. His, Ron, and Hermione's training room for the past two weeks. The door opened.
"G'morning, guys," said Hermione sleepily. She was dragging a brush through her bushy-brown hair. "Ooooh, I'm not a morning person...stupid old prophesy..." Sirius, Lupin, and Dumbledore were not in the room yet.
"I wonder what my power is?" mused Ron, tapping his wand on the desk in boredom.
"Well, it's something to do with fire, we know that much...maybe you can do fire-throwing spells. That'd be cool." Harry let his eyes stare off into space.
"Yeah." Ron looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I think that one wizard -" Hermione paused, trying to remember the name. "Oh! Grindelwald. He was the last fire-thrower before you. Unfortunately, he was in league with the Dark Arts. Fire throwing is a very rare gift, much like Parseltounge, without the bad rep. Not many people know that Grindelwald was a fire-thrower."
"And necromancy is a rare gift too," said Harry, still staring at the wall. "I wonder what my gift is..."
"Lightening spells, Parseltounge, probably storm summoning, some other stuffs, yada yada yada," teased Hermione.
"Good morning!" came Sirius's voice as he, Lupin, and Dumbledore entered the room. The Trio all groaned simultaneously.
"Boy, I feel welcome," Sirius retorted.
"Sorry, we're just tired," said Hermione apolegetically.
"You know," said Lupin, "We have been working them quite hard."
"No, really?" muttered Harry in a low voice, but only Hermione and Ron heard him. He opened his hand, the scars in plain view. Dumbledore smiled.
"You are connected, aren't you all?"
"We don't know much about it," Hermione confessed. "I haven't been able to find any books on it."
"You are connected," Dumbledore explained, "By a force, through the blood you all share. You share powers, which means all three of you are necromancers, Parselmouths, fire-throwers, and storm summoners. You are a team, that works as one."
"Whoa..." gasped Ron.
"I don't believe it," said Sirius, in the same hoarse voice that he had when he broke out of Azkaban. "These kids are connected? The last people to be connected were..."
"Myself, Alastor Moody, and Nicolas Flamel. The connection was never completed, however. We did not share powers." Dumbledore sighed. "The last three wizards to be FULLY connected were Merlin, George of Greenwood and Edward of Arsdale."
"That was..." whispered Hermione, "Almost fifteen hundred years ago! Great wizards of England!"
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, indeed."
"I'll tell you what," said Lupin, "We'll train until lunchtime, and give you guys the rest of the day off. How's that?"
"GREAT!"
_____
5:00p.m. that day-
Ron, Harry, and Hermione lay on the ground near the lake, watching the giant squid glide across it's glassy surface.
"Do you think that this nightmare will ever be OVER?" asked Ron as they watched.
"I don't want it to be over. That means a battle with Voldemort," said Harry, and Ron winced at the sound of the name. "Oh, Ron," said Harry, exasperated, "Can't you just call him by the name?"
"No." Suddenly, there was a sound of a slammed door. Lupin was running out of the front doors of the castle. He ran to them, panting.
"Attack - on London - Voldemort - it's time."
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A/N - I should leave it off there, in a beautiful cliffhanger. But I won't...
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART SEVEN
_____
"Oh, crud," muttered Hermione. "Ooooh no..."
"Oooh, yes," replied Ron. "Okay, let's go get ready for the last battle."
Harry turned to Lupin. "Where at in London?"
"Fleet Street. But he headed somewhere else, after that."
"Where?"
"Number four, Privet Drive." Professor Lupin looked at the ground. "It and the houses around it...are...gone."
Hermione looked at Harry, who was ashen-faced. "Harry," she said softly, "Harry, come on. Let's go get ready." He nodded silently, and they walked up to the castle to grab wands and shields.
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Hermione had never been so scared in her life as Ron, Harry, Lupin, Sirius, Dumbledore, and she Apparated from the gates of the Hogwarts grounds to Privet Drive. The place was a mess. Among the wreckage of the houses lay Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley, all murdered by the Avada Kedavra curse. Their faces wore expressions of shock.
Harry's face was still ashen. "I don't believe it," he said, as he looked at their bodies. "I...I have no family. None whatsoever."
"Hey," said Ron, grabbing his shoulder. "We're your family. We're connected." He held out his hand. "That bond can never be broken." Harry nodded, and stood up.
"Closeus," he muttered, waving his wand over the three bodies. Their eyes closed. "Okay, let's get to work finding the immensely evil wizard that did this."
Hermione gripped her wand in her right hand, the shield in her left. They began winding their way through the burning piles of wood, looking everywhere for a sign. All the while, the Dark Mark hovered above the scene.
"Professor Lupin...Sirius...Albus..." Harry said, turning toward them, "You don't need to be here. We have to do this alone."
The three men looked like it was causing them physical pain to do so, but they nodded and dissappeared. Hermione felt even more fear arise - their teachers were gone. She noticed some parchment on the ground, and picked it up.
~
Destiny's Trio,
And so our adventure begins. I am gone now, there is no use in trying to find me. There is no use in three teenagers trying to destroy me. Give up.
Tom Marvolo Riddle
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
~
Hermione, Ron, and Harry looked at the parchment in anger. Lord Voldemort would see. They would conquer him...eventually.
_____
The funerals were held two days later, and the Ministry of Magic covered everything up by saying there was a gas explosion and erasing some of the Muggle's memories. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at the caskets gravely.
"The last of my family," Harry whispered, as they were lowered into the ground. He stayed at the graves a long time after the service was over, Hermione and Ron beside him. Hermione looked at the gravestone across from the Dursley's plot.
Here lies
James and Lily Potter
No memorial can be enough of a tribute to them.
_____
Two Weeks Later, in the Training Room:
"There's been another attack," said Sirius, running into the room. "Get to the gates immediately, and prepare to Apparate to Central Drive in London."
Wait a minute, thought Hermione. I live on Central Drive.
"CENTRAL DRIVE?"
Sirius looked down. "Hurry."
_____
Through Hermione's eyes:
We grabbed our wands and ran to the gates as fast as we could. I began to cry, because I felt that we would meet the same scene as we did two weeks ago. Harry grabbed my arm.
"Hermione," he said, "Pull yourself together." With that, we Apparated to Central Drive. And unfortunately, it looked the same. I ran to the ruins of my house, and recognized the smoldering stuffed animals as my own. Then I tripped over something.
My little sister, Elisabeth, was lying on the smoky floor. Her innocent eyes were open wide, and her mouth was gaping. I lost it. "WHY?" I screamed at the sky. "WHY? SHE WAS INNOCENT! SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG!" My parents were laying in front of Elisabeth. "No..." I whispered. "This is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up in a little while." But I knew that I would never wake up, because I wasn't asleep. This was real. "She's only seven, Riddle!" I shouted. "She was supposed to grow up! Graduate! Get married! She had so much life to live!" It was too late to bring her back, and I would probably kill all three of us in trying. Harry came over, and kneeled next to me. I cried unrestrainedly in his shoulder. My family was gone....Harry picked up another note.
~
And Lord Voldemort strikes again. Hermione, your parents are fools. Trying to shield your little sister from the most powerful wizard in years. I have struck twice, and this is not the last. Beware.
-Tom Marvolo Riddle
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
~
_____
The funerals were held the next day, and I somehow managed to make it through them. How, I don't know. I think that I was in shock, mostly. I watched as they lowered my sister's little casket into the earth. Goodbye, I thought sadly. Goodbye, little sister. I will miss you so much.
At that moment, such a hatred erupted in me that it was immeasurable. I felt hate toward Voldemort. And I vowed that I would help destroy him...
For Elisabeth.
_____
Author's Note: Okay, I'm ending it there. Look for part eight in a few days. I'm sorry I haven't posted this sooner, but we didn't have the internet hooked up at the new house yet.
Sirius: Sure. Uh huh.
Alicia: SHUT UP, Sirius. Arrgh, this is so dark! I can't believe Voldemort killed Elisabeth!!! That's so unfair! She was innocent! Okay, I'm calm. Review, dangit! REVIEW!
Sirius: Alicia, you need to lay off the Mountain Dew...
Sirius: Yaay!
Alicia: Yes, he moved with me.
Sirius: Life is never boring when you're Alicia's invisible friend.
Alicia: Grrrumbblehmph. Anyways, here's part six of The Evil is Rising...you luff me, I know. :-) Oh, and the title has nothing to do with The Dark is Rising. I haven't even read the books, although I've heard that they are good. Are they?
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART SIX
_____
(Hermione POV)
Destiny's Trio.
That was our name, and killing the Dark Lord was our aim...
_____
A/N: Back to a narrorator's POV...
As Ron predicted, there was a knock at Hermione's door at 5:30a.m.
"Her - mio- ne!" called Dumbledore's cheerful voice.
"Dwwnwnnagttup."
"Sorry, Hermione, but you have to." He opened the door slightly.
"Fine, fine...I'm getting up..."
"Meet us in the training room as soon as possible." Dumbledore closed the door, and Hermione shook the last of the sleepiness from her head. Then she got dressed, and ran out the door.
_____
A/N: Harry's POV
Harry looked around, Ron standing beside him, waiting for their training sessions of the day to start. "I'm really beginning to hate this room," he thought miserably, looking at the drab, gray walls. His, Ron, and Hermione's training room for the past two weeks. The door opened.
"G'morning, guys," said Hermione sleepily. She was dragging a brush through her bushy-brown hair. "Ooooh, I'm not a morning person...stupid old prophesy..." Sirius, Lupin, and Dumbledore were not in the room yet.
"I wonder what my power is?" mused Ron, tapping his wand on the desk in boredom.
"Well, it's something to do with fire, we know that much...maybe you can do fire-throwing spells. That'd be cool." Harry let his eyes stare off into space.
"Yeah." Ron looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I think that one wizard -" Hermione paused, trying to remember the name. "Oh! Grindelwald. He was the last fire-thrower before you. Unfortunately, he was in league with the Dark Arts. Fire throwing is a very rare gift, much like Parseltounge, without the bad rep. Not many people know that Grindelwald was a fire-thrower."
"And necromancy is a rare gift too," said Harry, still staring at the wall. "I wonder what my gift is..."
"Lightening spells, Parseltounge, probably storm summoning, some other stuffs, yada yada yada," teased Hermione.
"Good morning!" came Sirius's voice as he, Lupin, and Dumbledore entered the room. The Trio all groaned simultaneously.
"Boy, I feel welcome," Sirius retorted.
"Sorry, we're just tired," said Hermione apolegetically.
"You know," said Lupin, "We have been working them quite hard."
"No, really?" muttered Harry in a low voice, but only Hermione and Ron heard him. He opened his hand, the scars in plain view. Dumbledore smiled.
"You are connected, aren't you all?"
"We don't know much about it," Hermione confessed. "I haven't been able to find any books on it."
"You are connected," Dumbledore explained, "By a force, through the blood you all share. You share powers, which means all three of you are necromancers, Parselmouths, fire-throwers, and storm summoners. You are a team, that works as one."
"Whoa..." gasped Ron.
"I don't believe it," said Sirius, in the same hoarse voice that he had when he broke out of Azkaban. "These kids are connected? The last people to be connected were..."
"Myself, Alastor Moody, and Nicolas Flamel. The connection was never completed, however. We did not share powers." Dumbledore sighed. "The last three wizards to be FULLY connected were Merlin, George of Greenwood and Edward of Arsdale."
"That was..." whispered Hermione, "Almost fifteen hundred years ago! Great wizards of England!"
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, indeed."
"I'll tell you what," said Lupin, "We'll train until lunchtime, and give you guys the rest of the day off. How's that?"
"GREAT!"
_____
5:00p.m. that day-
Ron, Harry, and Hermione lay on the ground near the lake, watching the giant squid glide across it's glassy surface.
"Do you think that this nightmare will ever be OVER?" asked Ron as they watched.
"I don't want it to be over. That means a battle with Voldemort," said Harry, and Ron winced at the sound of the name. "Oh, Ron," said Harry, exasperated, "Can't you just call him by the name?"
"No." Suddenly, there was a sound of a slammed door. Lupin was running out of the front doors of the castle. He ran to them, panting.
"Attack - on London - Voldemort - it's time."
_____
A/N - I should leave it off there, in a beautiful cliffhanger. But I won't...
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART SEVEN
_____
"Oh, crud," muttered Hermione. "Ooooh no..."
"Oooh, yes," replied Ron. "Okay, let's go get ready for the last battle."
Harry turned to Lupin. "Where at in London?"
"Fleet Street. But he headed somewhere else, after that."
"Where?"
"Number four, Privet Drive." Professor Lupin looked at the ground. "It and the houses around it...are...gone."
Hermione looked at Harry, who was ashen-faced. "Harry," she said softly, "Harry, come on. Let's go get ready." He nodded silently, and they walked up to the castle to grab wands and shields.
_____
Hermione had never been so scared in her life as Ron, Harry, Lupin, Sirius, Dumbledore, and she Apparated from the gates of the Hogwarts grounds to Privet Drive. The place was a mess. Among the wreckage of the houses lay Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley, all murdered by the Avada Kedavra curse. Their faces wore expressions of shock.
Harry's face was still ashen. "I don't believe it," he said, as he looked at their bodies. "I...I have no family. None whatsoever."
"Hey," said Ron, grabbing his shoulder. "We're your family. We're connected." He held out his hand. "That bond can never be broken." Harry nodded, and stood up.
"Closeus," he muttered, waving his wand over the three bodies. Their eyes closed. "Okay, let's get to work finding the immensely evil wizard that did this."
Hermione gripped her wand in her right hand, the shield in her left. They began winding their way through the burning piles of wood, looking everywhere for a sign. All the while, the Dark Mark hovered above the scene.
"Professor Lupin...Sirius...Albus..." Harry said, turning toward them, "You don't need to be here. We have to do this alone."
The three men looked like it was causing them physical pain to do so, but they nodded and dissappeared. Hermione felt even more fear arise - their teachers were gone. She noticed some parchment on the ground, and picked it up.
~
Destiny's Trio,
And so our adventure begins. I am gone now, there is no use in trying to find me. There is no use in three teenagers trying to destroy me. Give up.
Tom Marvolo Riddle
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
~
Hermione, Ron, and Harry looked at the parchment in anger. Lord Voldemort would see. They would conquer him...eventually.
_____
The funerals were held two days later, and the Ministry of Magic covered everything up by saying there was a gas explosion and erasing some of the Muggle's memories. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at the caskets gravely.
"The last of my family," Harry whispered, as they were lowered into the ground. He stayed at the graves a long time after the service was over, Hermione and Ron beside him. Hermione looked at the gravestone across from the Dursley's plot.
Here lies
James and Lily Potter
No memorial can be enough of a tribute to them.
_____
Two Weeks Later, in the Training Room:
"There's been another attack," said Sirius, running into the room. "Get to the gates immediately, and prepare to Apparate to Central Drive in London."
Wait a minute, thought Hermione. I live on Central Drive.
"CENTRAL DRIVE?"
Sirius looked down. "Hurry."
_____
Through Hermione's eyes:
We grabbed our wands and ran to the gates as fast as we could. I began to cry, because I felt that we would meet the same scene as we did two weeks ago. Harry grabbed my arm.
"Hermione," he said, "Pull yourself together." With that, we Apparated to Central Drive. And unfortunately, it looked the same. I ran to the ruins of my house, and recognized the smoldering stuffed animals as my own. Then I tripped over something.
My little sister, Elisabeth, was lying on the smoky floor. Her innocent eyes were open wide, and her mouth was gaping. I lost it. "WHY?" I screamed at the sky. "WHY? SHE WAS INNOCENT! SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG!" My parents were laying in front of Elisabeth. "No..." I whispered. "This is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up in a little while." But I knew that I would never wake up, because I wasn't asleep. This was real. "She's only seven, Riddle!" I shouted. "She was supposed to grow up! Graduate! Get married! She had so much life to live!" It was too late to bring her back, and I would probably kill all three of us in trying. Harry came over, and kneeled next to me. I cried unrestrainedly in his shoulder. My family was gone....Harry picked up another note.
~
And Lord Voldemort strikes again. Hermione, your parents are fools. Trying to shield your little sister from the most powerful wizard in years. I have struck twice, and this is not the last. Beware.
-Tom Marvolo Riddle
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
~
_____
The funerals were held the next day, and I somehow managed to make it through them. How, I don't know. I think that I was in shock, mostly. I watched as they lowered my sister's little casket into the earth. Goodbye, I thought sadly. Goodbye, little sister. I will miss you so much.
At that moment, such a hatred erupted in me that it was immeasurable. I felt hate toward Voldemort. And I vowed that I would help destroy him...
For Elisabeth.
_____
Author's Note: Okay, I'm ending it there. Look for part eight in a few days. I'm sorry I haven't posted this sooner, but we didn't have the internet hooked up at the new house yet.
Sirius: Sure. Uh huh.
Alicia: SHUT UP, Sirius. Arrgh, this is so dark! I can't believe Voldemort killed Elisabeth!!! That's so unfair! She was innocent! Okay, I'm calm. Review, dangit! REVIEW!
Sirius: Alicia, you need to lay off the Mountain Dew...