Author's Note: It's wierd! It's short-or maybe long! IT'S AN ALICIA FANFIC!
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART EIGHT
From Ron's POV
I now understood how Hermione and Harry felt. I feared for my family. Since the Trio was You-Know-Who's enemies, he was torturing us by killing off our families. I guess he thought that if he killed our families, took away all we had, we'd give into the Dark Arts.
Ha. As if.
All three of us had no desire whatsoever to turn over to the Dark. We knew that if we did, we'd never forgive ourselves, as long as we lived. When we returned to Hogwarts, we told Dumbledore, Lupin, and Sirius about how he would go for my family next, so we stationed ourselves at-where else?-The Burrow. If he tried to kill my family, he'd have to go through us. And all three of us knew that he feared the Trio. So that brings us to where we are now-camped out on my front porch. I must say, I'm not sleepy at all. Would you be? If you were up against the most powerful Dark Lord in ages? Didn't think so. You know, maybe I should follow in Fred and George's footsteps...be the class clown instead of hero...
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A/N-back to narraration. I know it's confusing. But deal with it.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat on the porch swing, gently rocking back and forth, trying to calm down.
"Do you think he'll come tonight?" asked Harry, looking off into the distance.
"Well," said Hermione, "It's been five days since the last attack. He should be striking any day now."
"Can you believe we're doing this? I mean, fighting against You-Know-Wh-"
"Call him Voldemort, Ron," Harry said, exasperated. "You're his enemy. Surely you can call him by the name."
"Oh, all right, can you believe we're fighting against VOLDEMORT? I never, ever, ever thought I'd be doing this..."
"Me either," said Hermione, sighing. "I figured I'd be doing something against him, since I'm your friend, Harry, but nothing like...this."
"Do you see something?" asked Harry suddenly. They caught a glimpse of a figure walking towards the house, flanked by many dark-cloaked figures...
"For the name of Merlin..." Hermione said softly. Ron swore under his breath, and Harry glared at both of them.
"Wands out..." he said nervously, fingering his own. "You guys know what we're up against. Don't lose your heads, whatever you do."
"Yeah, let's hope we don't," Ron muttered, but only Hermione heard him. She held her wand up to her mouth, as if it were a microphone, and spoke softly. "Everyone, we aren't joking, get out immediately. Take Floo powder and get to Hogwarts, inform Albus of what is about to take place. Go now." They heard some scuffling sounds inside the house, and then there was silence, and the dark figures loomed closer. Then they reached the darkened porch.
"Well, well, well." said a high, cold voice. "If it isn't our three friends. Destiny's Trio."
"Well, hello there, Riddle," said Hermione pleasantly, as if she were greeting a friend from school. "How odd that you've been running from three fifteen year olds. Oh, wait a moment. Ron and I aren't even fifteen yet. Odd that you're scared of us."
"Really," said Ron. "Scared of fourteen year olds. Odd indeed."
"Mr. Weasley, I would not mind killing you right here, on the spot. It would not affect my conscience one bit, because I killed my own father years ago, and I killed my own sister just recently. In fact, about five days ago..." He smiled, and looked at their shocked faces.
Hermione heard, but she didn't want to believe. "No," she whispered. "No. Not in any way..."
"Oh yes, my little niece," said Voldemort coldly. "Yes. My father is your grandfather. Your mother was my half sister. After abandoning my mother, he had another relationship, which resulted in your mother being born. But he abandoned them too....
"I hated my father. But your mother was too nice. She forgave him, for everything...and I never forgave her for doing so." Voldemort raised his wand, and the three didn't react in time. "Goodbye, niece. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Author's Note: HAHAHAHAHAHA! The evil cliffhanger! Will the three live? Or will they perish? Only I know...and it's not what you expect. That's all I'm saying.
Sirius: They-
Alicia: *interrupts* You'll find out next time! SIRIUS BLACK, NOT ANOTHER WORD. Review, please.
THE EVIL IS RISING
PART EIGHT
From Ron's POV
I now understood how Hermione and Harry felt. I feared for my family. Since the Trio was You-Know-Who's enemies, he was torturing us by killing off our families. I guess he thought that if he killed our families, took away all we had, we'd give into the Dark Arts.
Ha. As if.
All three of us had no desire whatsoever to turn over to the Dark. We knew that if we did, we'd never forgive ourselves, as long as we lived. When we returned to Hogwarts, we told Dumbledore, Lupin, and Sirius about how he would go for my family next, so we stationed ourselves at-where else?-The Burrow. If he tried to kill my family, he'd have to go through us. And all three of us knew that he feared the Trio. So that brings us to where we are now-camped out on my front porch. I must say, I'm not sleepy at all. Would you be? If you were up against the most powerful Dark Lord in ages? Didn't think so. You know, maybe I should follow in Fred and George's footsteps...be the class clown instead of hero...
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A/N-back to narraration. I know it's confusing. But deal with it.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat on the porch swing, gently rocking back and forth, trying to calm down.
"Do you think he'll come tonight?" asked Harry, looking off into the distance.
"Well," said Hermione, "It's been five days since the last attack. He should be striking any day now."
"Can you believe we're doing this? I mean, fighting against You-Know-Wh-"
"Call him Voldemort, Ron," Harry said, exasperated. "You're his enemy. Surely you can call him by the name."
"Oh, all right, can you believe we're fighting against VOLDEMORT? I never, ever, ever thought I'd be doing this..."
"Me either," said Hermione, sighing. "I figured I'd be doing something against him, since I'm your friend, Harry, but nothing like...this."
"Do you see something?" asked Harry suddenly. They caught a glimpse of a figure walking towards the house, flanked by many dark-cloaked figures...
"For the name of Merlin..." Hermione said softly. Ron swore under his breath, and Harry glared at both of them.
"Wands out..." he said nervously, fingering his own. "You guys know what we're up against. Don't lose your heads, whatever you do."
"Yeah, let's hope we don't," Ron muttered, but only Hermione heard him. She held her wand up to her mouth, as if it were a microphone, and spoke softly. "Everyone, we aren't joking, get out immediately. Take Floo powder and get to Hogwarts, inform Albus of what is about to take place. Go now." They heard some scuffling sounds inside the house, and then there was silence, and the dark figures loomed closer. Then they reached the darkened porch.
"Well, well, well." said a high, cold voice. "If it isn't our three friends. Destiny's Trio."
"Well, hello there, Riddle," said Hermione pleasantly, as if she were greeting a friend from school. "How odd that you've been running from three fifteen year olds. Oh, wait a moment. Ron and I aren't even fifteen yet. Odd that you're scared of us."
"Really," said Ron. "Scared of fourteen year olds. Odd indeed."
"Mr. Weasley, I would not mind killing you right here, on the spot. It would not affect my conscience one bit, because I killed my own father years ago, and I killed my own sister just recently. In fact, about five days ago..." He smiled, and looked at their shocked faces.
Hermione heard, but she didn't want to believe. "No," she whispered. "No. Not in any way..."
"Oh yes, my little niece," said Voldemort coldly. "Yes. My father is your grandfather. Your mother was my half sister. After abandoning my mother, he had another relationship, which resulted in your mother being born. But he abandoned them too....
"I hated my father. But your mother was too nice. She forgave him, for everything...and I never forgave her for doing so." Voldemort raised his wand, and the three didn't react in time. "Goodbye, niece. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Author's Note: HAHAHAHAHAHA! The evil cliffhanger! Will the three live? Or will they perish? Only I know...and it's not what you expect. That's all I'm saying.
Sirius: They-
Alicia: *interrupts* You'll find out next time! SIRIUS BLACK, NOT ANOTHER WORD. Review, please.