A Dream In The Night
Part 14
I was scared, Harry looked like he was about to murder me his eyes were ablaze. I was unable to hide my fears, and he took pleasure in knowing what they were and that he was the one who had caused them. He was more angry right now then he had ever been before, and he looked like he hated me with all his heart. I had never seen someone so quick to anger, especially over something I did not remember doing. I felt like crying how could I ever convince this young man that I knew how to escape. That I knew the way out, and could lead him away from all of this. But I already knew he would not believe me, he would never trust me again. And somehow this hurt me the most, somewhere deep down. Someplace where I never bothered to look, but I still could not quite grasp what that hurt meant and what it was.
His anger did not surprise me, I knew he would be very angry with me for some strange reason. I could hardly even remember my name, and the past months had all been a blur. A single tear fell down my cheek, it rolled down across his hand. He let me go, and I turned around and handed him his wand. I had picked my father's pockets realizing that it would be useful, he looked shocked seeing me in tears. I don't know why but he had stopped thinking about my betrayal of him or whatever I had done, and was now confused. I think it was because I handed him his wand, I looked up almost fearfully right up until I met his eyes. His eyes
had softened a bit, and it looked like he might forgive me or something of that nature. But his voice did not share those same feelings, it was as cold as the coldest stone.
"Why did you give me back my wand?"
"Because you will need it, and I have to show you the way out before my father comes."
"Why have you all of sudden have a change of heart, you
looked pretty certain the last time I saw you that I would be in my grave before long."
"I was not in control of myself, and I was pretty certain that you would be in your grave before long if you were not careful."
"Why should I believe that lie, it is just like all the
others you have told me. Should I believe them to, do you not see all the destruction your father has caused?"
"I have no time for this, if you want to live you shall have to trust me. You have your wand we are equal now, now come on."
I turned in a swirl of my robes, but he reached and caught my hand. His eyes were narrowed, he looked into my eyes for a long time. He finally decided that it was worth the trouble and dropped my hand, I was grateful because he had been gripping my hand to tightly. It had been quite painful but that hardly mattered anymore, I lead him up the hall of torches. The same hall I had came through before, I picked up the invisibility cloak and threw it over both of us. It did wonders for keeping him quiet, I lead us both up the stairs. My shoes barely making a single noise, but he
was half-way clumsy and he made a great deal of noise going up the stairs. I opened the door a crack, so I could peer out. There was no one there so I swung the door open, and I lead Harry to a blazing fireplace. Above the fireplace was a shelf I picked up a small silken bag of Floo Powder, and threw a small handful into the hearth and whisper "The Burrow."
The hearth flared up, it blazed and in the shadows a figure stepped out. His face crudely lit to look even more deformed and hideous then it already was, in the shadows there stood Lord Voldemort. His anger was showing, but of course so was his rage.
"I knew you could not be trusted Demetria, so I felt that I should stand guard and watch you to see how loyal you really were. It seems you never were loyal, that you never really cared about me or anything else. Only about the light, as always I am greatly ashamed in you daughter. For now you will have to die along with the boy, it is such a great waste and shame though now that you have to die. I was going to show you powers you never thought you would ever had, I was going to teach you things that no one else will ever know. I was going to make sure you would be accepted into Hogwarts, you were going to lead the darkness after I die."
"I don't care what you say, I don't care if you kill me but you won't kill Harry. You made me do your bidding you did not give me a choice, you put this necklace on me making me do your bidding without augment. I have no regrets for the charm being broke."
I then flung the necklace down to the floor, it made a sharp cracking noise as the gem shattered to a million pieces never again to be used for the powers of darkness again. I looked up almost daring him to defy me, and I knew he would. His eyes narrowed as several Deatheaters came out of the shadows to watch the out deaths, but then he smiled and welcomed them forward. I raised my wand, but Harry was faster. He sent a beam of pure power at Voldemort, but Voldemort blocked it. They were once more caught in an endless struggle of their wands who were brothers, they had only once fought like this. But this would be the final part, after this fight there would either be only the darkness or the light. These two were objects of separate destines, they were born for this one reason. As was I to lead them both into this fight, I was the one who had caused
this. I thought I should be the one who helped stop it, all this needless pain and death.
I rose, I felt my power reach its maximum peak as I stood and walked away from the flames. My power blazed around me as if I was not real, I started to glow a strange aura surrounding me. I was becoming all powerful, the fight stopped as the men all looked at me. It was not expected that a girl would join a man's battle, I stood waiting for them to regain their senses. A strange feeling came over me, and I looked through a mind that was not controlled by me. But by two things that were battling for control of my mind, all I could do was stand there waiting for one to win. And one did win, the light had beaten the darkness for this one advantage. I was now controlled by no one, but my self.
I towered over the men with all the power I held with my one pinkie finger, no one could possibly beat me. I was the most powerful witch ever born, no one could even hope to even scratch me. I smiled a smile that all so many people said that had belonged to Voldemort, but it was not so for no longer for I rose my hand against his magic his sorcery. He could no longer control me, and no one could harm me. For I was under the protection of my ring, only those with a heart of light could even come near me. My aura continued to grow, I was enveloped in a azure flame I took a step forward and all except Harry took a step backward. For they were scared of a girl for some unknown reason, Voldemort himself grew scared as he watched me.
Then the real battle begun, Harry aimed his wand at Voldemort somehow sensing that it was time for the final battle. Voldemort did the same, the golden light
penetrating whatever darkness the room held and the rose to the sky. The ceiling caving in, but none were harmed by the falling timbers for they knew when to move. They were born to witness the final battle, as I was but I was to do more. I was the one to choose, and I had already chosen the one to win if the battle was not won by neither. I would choose Harry, for it was his place to gain revenge for his parents. The night sky glowed with power as the two rose to the stars, their power out glowed even those tiny points of mystical light. As I rose the sky grew more aflame, it glowed like it was a radiant noon sky with my azure flames.
The two finally started to pit their wills together, neither gaining much on the other. But after a while Harry was winning, gaining the advantage little by little inch by inch. The string of golden lights inched closer and closer to Voldemort, and all of a sudden Harry won. Voldemort's wand broke in half, and the spirits of many innocent people flew upwards into the heavens. Including the people who were always the shadows of my dreams, always on the edge of my mind in my memory. They were the one's who were my parents, they had been murdered by Voldemort. A single tear
fell down my cheek but it went unnoticed, I watched all the spirits fly out of that wand. Like the woman who had held me in that memory, she was Lily Potter.....
When all of the spirits finally were free only the Deatheaters, Harry, the crumpled body of Lord Voldemort, and me remained. Two of the Deatheaters uncovered their heads, it was Draco and Snape. Snape rushed over to Harry who looked pale and weak, and gave him a potion. Harry did not complain, but instead drank the potion really fast with a wrinkled nose. I drifted down from the night sky, the flame gone. But I would never be the same, through my hair there was a single streak of white. I rushed over to Harry all that was wrong with him was that he was a bit drained, but that was all. I hugged him, and I looked up just as he
looked down. It was a quick hug, I knew now that he was not even blood or lawfully related to me. But I did not care he was the brother and cousin to my heart, that would never change.
We both went to the burrow as soon as we could, and explained the whole situation. Voldemort was shipped to AzKaban later that year after being sentenced to trail, he was given a term of almost 3000 life sentences and no parole ever until the term was up. He would be kept in a secret place inside the prison where nothing not even Animagis could get out. He would live there till the end of his days, we both grew taller and stronger in our magic together during that summer. I was never so happy except when I was around Harry, it was the same with him. You could almost picture us as sister and brother, yet we grew closer then that. We grew to be best friends, for we had a bond that could never be broken. We bonded for life because of that
single night, the night we had won for the final time. But something nagged at me as I boarded the trail back to home, I knew this was not the end. But was only the beginning of the rise of the New Dark Lord.
Well how did you like part 14 I worked really hard on this one, harder then I did on the other 13 parts. Please review because I might decide to continue this story, would it be a good idea? Well your opinions count big-time, I pretty much wrote this based on ideas people reviewed me about well I better go. Pob Hwyl (good luck in Welsh)
Part 14
I was scared, Harry looked like he was about to murder me his eyes were ablaze. I was unable to hide my fears, and he took pleasure in knowing what they were and that he was the one who had caused them. He was more angry right now then he had ever been before, and he looked like he hated me with all his heart. I had never seen someone so quick to anger, especially over something I did not remember doing. I felt like crying how could I ever convince this young man that I knew how to escape. That I knew the way out, and could lead him away from all of this. But I already knew he would not believe me, he would never trust me again. And somehow this hurt me the most, somewhere deep down. Someplace where I never bothered to look, but I still could not quite grasp what that hurt meant and what it was.
His anger did not surprise me, I knew he would be very angry with me for some strange reason. I could hardly even remember my name, and the past months had all been a blur. A single tear fell down my cheek, it rolled down across his hand. He let me go, and I turned around and handed him his wand. I had picked my father's pockets realizing that it would be useful, he looked shocked seeing me in tears. I don't know why but he had stopped thinking about my betrayal of him or whatever I had done, and was now confused. I think it was because I handed him his wand, I looked up almost fearfully right up until I met his eyes. His eyes
had softened a bit, and it looked like he might forgive me or something of that nature. But his voice did not share those same feelings, it was as cold as the coldest stone.
"Why did you give me back my wand?"
"Because you will need it, and I have to show you the way out before my father comes."
"Why have you all of sudden have a change of heart, you
looked pretty certain the last time I saw you that I would be in my grave before long."
"I was not in control of myself, and I was pretty certain that you would be in your grave before long if you were not careful."
"Why should I believe that lie, it is just like all the
others you have told me. Should I believe them to, do you not see all the destruction your father has caused?"
"I have no time for this, if you want to live you shall have to trust me. You have your wand we are equal now, now come on."
I turned in a swirl of my robes, but he reached and caught my hand. His eyes were narrowed, he looked into my eyes for a long time. He finally decided that it was worth the trouble and dropped my hand, I was grateful because he had been gripping my hand to tightly. It had been quite painful but that hardly mattered anymore, I lead him up the hall of torches. The same hall I had came through before, I picked up the invisibility cloak and threw it over both of us. It did wonders for keeping him quiet, I lead us both up the stairs. My shoes barely making a single noise, but he
was half-way clumsy and he made a great deal of noise going up the stairs. I opened the door a crack, so I could peer out. There was no one there so I swung the door open, and I lead Harry to a blazing fireplace. Above the fireplace was a shelf I picked up a small silken bag of Floo Powder, and threw a small handful into the hearth and whisper "The Burrow."
The hearth flared up, it blazed and in the shadows a figure stepped out. His face crudely lit to look even more deformed and hideous then it already was, in the shadows there stood Lord Voldemort. His anger was showing, but of course so was his rage.
"I knew you could not be trusted Demetria, so I felt that I should stand guard and watch you to see how loyal you really were. It seems you never were loyal, that you never really cared about me or anything else. Only about the light, as always I am greatly ashamed in you daughter. For now you will have to die along with the boy, it is such a great waste and shame though now that you have to die. I was going to show you powers you never thought you would ever had, I was going to teach you things that no one else will ever know. I was going to make sure you would be accepted into Hogwarts, you were going to lead the darkness after I die."
"I don't care what you say, I don't care if you kill me but you won't kill Harry. You made me do your bidding you did not give me a choice, you put this necklace on me making me do your bidding without augment. I have no regrets for the charm being broke."
I then flung the necklace down to the floor, it made a sharp cracking noise as the gem shattered to a million pieces never again to be used for the powers of darkness again. I looked up almost daring him to defy me, and I knew he would. His eyes narrowed as several Deatheaters came out of the shadows to watch the out deaths, but then he smiled and welcomed them forward. I raised my wand, but Harry was faster. He sent a beam of pure power at Voldemort, but Voldemort blocked it. They were once more caught in an endless struggle of their wands who were brothers, they had only once fought like this. But this would be the final part, after this fight there would either be only the darkness or the light. These two were objects of separate destines, they were born for this one reason. As was I to lead them both into this fight, I was the one who had caused
this. I thought I should be the one who helped stop it, all this needless pain and death.
I rose, I felt my power reach its maximum peak as I stood and walked away from the flames. My power blazed around me as if I was not real, I started to glow a strange aura surrounding me. I was becoming all powerful, the fight stopped as the men all looked at me. It was not expected that a girl would join a man's battle, I stood waiting for them to regain their senses. A strange feeling came over me, and I looked through a mind that was not controlled by me. But by two things that were battling for control of my mind, all I could do was stand there waiting for one to win. And one did win, the light had beaten the darkness for this one advantage. I was now controlled by no one, but my self.
I towered over the men with all the power I held with my one pinkie finger, no one could possibly beat me. I was the most powerful witch ever born, no one could even hope to even scratch me. I smiled a smile that all so many people said that had belonged to Voldemort, but it was not so for no longer for I rose my hand against his magic his sorcery. He could no longer control me, and no one could harm me. For I was under the protection of my ring, only those with a heart of light could even come near me. My aura continued to grow, I was enveloped in a azure flame I took a step forward and all except Harry took a step backward. For they were scared of a girl for some unknown reason, Voldemort himself grew scared as he watched me.
Then the real battle begun, Harry aimed his wand at Voldemort somehow sensing that it was time for the final battle. Voldemort did the same, the golden light
penetrating whatever darkness the room held and the rose to the sky. The ceiling caving in, but none were harmed by the falling timbers for they knew when to move. They were born to witness the final battle, as I was but I was to do more. I was the one to choose, and I had already chosen the one to win if the battle was not won by neither. I would choose Harry, for it was his place to gain revenge for his parents. The night sky glowed with power as the two rose to the stars, their power out glowed even those tiny points of mystical light. As I rose the sky grew more aflame, it glowed like it was a radiant noon sky with my azure flames.
The two finally started to pit their wills together, neither gaining much on the other. But after a while Harry was winning, gaining the advantage little by little inch by inch. The string of golden lights inched closer and closer to Voldemort, and all of a sudden Harry won. Voldemort's wand broke in half, and the spirits of many innocent people flew upwards into the heavens. Including the people who were always the shadows of my dreams, always on the edge of my mind in my memory. They were the one's who were my parents, they had been murdered by Voldemort. A single tear
fell down my cheek but it went unnoticed, I watched all the spirits fly out of that wand. Like the woman who had held me in that memory, she was Lily Potter.....
When all of the spirits finally were free only the Deatheaters, Harry, the crumpled body of Lord Voldemort, and me remained. Two of the Deatheaters uncovered their heads, it was Draco and Snape. Snape rushed over to Harry who looked pale and weak, and gave him a potion. Harry did not complain, but instead drank the potion really fast with a wrinkled nose. I drifted down from the night sky, the flame gone. But I would never be the same, through my hair there was a single streak of white. I rushed over to Harry all that was wrong with him was that he was a bit drained, but that was all. I hugged him, and I looked up just as he
looked down. It was a quick hug, I knew now that he was not even blood or lawfully related to me. But I did not care he was the brother and cousin to my heart, that would never change.
We both went to the burrow as soon as we could, and explained the whole situation. Voldemort was shipped to AzKaban later that year after being sentenced to trail, he was given a term of almost 3000 life sentences and no parole ever until the term was up. He would be kept in a secret place inside the prison where nothing not even Animagis could get out. He would live there till the end of his days, we both grew taller and stronger in our magic together during that summer. I was never so happy except when I was around Harry, it was the same with him. You could almost picture us as sister and brother, yet we grew closer then that. We grew to be best friends, for we had a bond that could never be broken. We bonded for life because of that
single night, the night we had won for the final time. But something nagged at me as I boarded the trail back to home, I knew this was not the end. But was only the beginning of the rise of the New Dark Lord.
Well how did you like part 14 I worked really hard on this one, harder then I did on the other 13 parts. Please review because I might decide to continue this story, would it be a good idea? Well your opinions count big-time, I pretty much wrote this based on ideas people reviewed me about well I better go. Pob Hwyl (good luck in Welsh)