The Next Generation, Chapter 2
Author's Note: Lord Voldemort is coming back! Oh, no! The thrilling second part is here. Thanks to all who reviewed Chapter One. Reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: J.K. owns much less of this story than she did of my others. The futures of the characters belong to me, thank you very much.
James Potter paced the Gryffindor common room with his best friend Pat Weasley. They stood, wondering if Headmaster Potter hadn't been playing a bad April Fools joke in stating that Lord Voldemort was returning. Now, at 10:30 PM, they were tired and wanted to go to sleep. Before long, James's mother, Professor Potter, the head of Gryffindor House, came in to tell them to go to bed.
Professor Potter rarely patronized the Gryffindor common room, but the Head Girl was not going to tell anyone to go to bed tonight, as she was busy making out with her Ravenclaw boyfriend at the lake. Professor Potter sent all the Gryffindors to bed, and returned to her and Harry's apartment. They desperately tried to sleep, but no one at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry got too much sleep the night of April 2nd, 2009.
Hermione woke up at 3:30 after a terrible nightmare. She had been forced by Voldemort to watch the murder of every Gryffindor student in turn, then Ron, then Harry, and then Voldemort turned and murdered Hermione. She sat up in bed and screamed, promptly waking Harry. He was displeased about being woken up so early.
"Hermi, what's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Just a bad dream, Harry," she replied, "that's all."
"Lay down, Hermi," Harry said softly. She did so, Harry put his arm around her, and they both fell back to sleep.
At 8:00, the Potters awoke in their apartment and got into their robes. There were to be no classes that day, but all the students and teachers were having breakfast in the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione sat at the High Table and silently consumed their breakfast in a short time. They went back to Harry's office and nervously sat across from each other at the desk. Harry drummed his fingers on the desk as Hermione idly ran her fingers through her hair, waiting for some word on Voldemort.
At 4:00 PM, the stone gargoyle jumped aside and Professor Weasley entered Headmaster Potter's office. Harry and Hermione were still sitting at the desk, not having moved in six hours. He continued to rap his fingers on the desk as Hermione continued to run her hands through her hair.
"Hey Ron," said Harry, "any news? What's going on, is Voldemort here?"
"Yes, Harry," Ron said grimly. "Lord Voldemort is here."
Harry and Hermione jumped up from the desk and ran down the steps to the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the Headmaster's office. The stone gargoyle did not move. It was sealed shut.
"Alohomora," muttered Hermione. Nothing happened. "Alohomora," she said again, a little louder this time. The gargoyle still did not move. They were locked inside Headmaster Potter's office with Voldemort loose in the school!
James Potter and Patrick Weasley crawled through the portrait hole and exited the Gryffindor common room. They walked through the corridors, wands out, under the Invisibility Cloak, which Harry had given his son once Harry had learned the Invisibility Charm. James and Patrick had told no one about their plans, and had no backup in case they failed to defeat Lord Voldemort alone, and their failure was almost a certainty.
Harry banged his head against the wall of his office. Why couldn't he think of something to do? Having been stuck inside his office for twenty minutes, they could only assume what kind of carnage Voldemort had caused. Then it struck him. Harry knew what to do. He walked over and grabbed Hermione. "Wingardium Leviosa," he said, as he and Hermione rose. Ron had volunteered to stay behind in case someone found them in the office. Harry and Hermione floated higher and higher, finally flying straight into the Ravenclaw common room.
They climbed through the Ravenclaw portrait hole and began to move through the school.
James and Pat were moving past the door to the trophy room when they heard a sound. The sound was accompanied by a voice.
"Ah, the son of Harry Potter and the son of Ron Weasley," said the voice. It was Voldemort. "We'll just have to make easy pickings of you two," he said.
"I don't think so," said James. "Expelliarmus," he cried, but nothing happened.
Voldemort was beside himself with amusement. Foolish little kids, he thought, trying to disarm me, but they probably don't even know how to do it. We'll just have to finish them off. So he did. "Tranuncum Doble," Voldemort roared, and James and Pat collapsed. Voldemort strode away with an evil look on his face.
Harry and Hermione were still looking for some sign of the Dark Lord. After searching Hogwarts for 35 minutes, they had found nothing. Finally, they thought of one place they hadn't searched. They headed for the trophy room, wands out.
They were not prepared for what they were about to see. Lying on the floor of the trophy room were James Potter, and Patrick Weasley, victims of the Tranuncus Curse.
Hermione Potter fainted into her husband's arms as Harry snapped into action.
Keeping a tight hold on Hermione, so she didn't fall, he roared, "Wingardium Leviosa," pointing his wand at James and Pat.
They floated up into the air and Harry directed them in the direction of the hospital wing, still carrying Hermione.
They arrived in the Hospital Wing in short order, and Madam Pomfrey was shocked to see the fainted Hermione and the Tranuncus victims James and Pat. She put all three of them on beds, and began to care for James and Pat. It was at this moment that Hermione came to. She rose from the bed, and gripped Harry's hand nervously.
Just then, Professor Weasley entered the room. He was also astounded to see his son a victim of the Tranuncus Curse. The three of them watched Madam Pomfrey attend to James and Patrick for a while.
All of a sudden, James's pulse disappeared and he stopped breathing!
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note: Lord Voldemort is coming back! Oh, no! The thrilling second part is here. Thanks to all who reviewed Chapter One. Reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: J.K. owns much less of this story than she did of my others. The futures of the characters belong to me, thank you very much.
James Potter paced the Gryffindor common room with his best friend Pat Weasley. They stood, wondering if Headmaster Potter hadn't been playing a bad April Fools joke in stating that Lord Voldemort was returning. Now, at 10:30 PM, they were tired and wanted to go to sleep. Before long, James's mother, Professor Potter, the head of Gryffindor House, came in to tell them to go to bed.
Professor Potter rarely patronized the Gryffindor common room, but the Head Girl was not going to tell anyone to go to bed tonight, as she was busy making out with her Ravenclaw boyfriend at the lake. Professor Potter sent all the Gryffindors to bed, and returned to her and Harry's apartment. They desperately tried to sleep, but no one at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry got too much sleep the night of April 2nd, 2009.
Hermione woke up at 3:30 after a terrible nightmare. She had been forced by Voldemort to watch the murder of every Gryffindor student in turn, then Ron, then Harry, and then Voldemort turned and murdered Hermione. She sat up in bed and screamed, promptly waking Harry. He was displeased about being woken up so early.
"Hermi, what's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Just a bad dream, Harry," she replied, "that's all."
"Lay down, Hermi," Harry said softly. She did so, Harry put his arm around her, and they both fell back to sleep.
At 8:00, the Potters awoke in their apartment and got into their robes. There were to be no classes that day, but all the students and teachers were having breakfast in the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione sat at the High Table and silently consumed their breakfast in a short time. They went back to Harry's office and nervously sat across from each other at the desk. Harry drummed his fingers on the desk as Hermione idly ran her fingers through her hair, waiting for some word on Voldemort.
At 4:00 PM, the stone gargoyle jumped aside and Professor Weasley entered Headmaster Potter's office. Harry and Hermione were still sitting at the desk, not having moved in six hours. He continued to rap his fingers on the desk as Hermione continued to run her hands through her hair.
"Hey Ron," said Harry, "any news? What's going on, is Voldemort here?"
"Yes, Harry," Ron said grimly. "Lord Voldemort is here."
Harry and Hermione jumped up from the desk and ran down the steps to the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the Headmaster's office. The stone gargoyle did not move. It was sealed shut.
"Alohomora," muttered Hermione. Nothing happened. "Alohomora," she said again, a little louder this time. The gargoyle still did not move. They were locked inside Headmaster Potter's office with Voldemort loose in the school!
James Potter and Patrick Weasley crawled through the portrait hole and exited the Gryffindor common room. They walked through the corridors, wands out, under the Invisibility Cloak, which Harry had given his son once Harry had learned the Invisibility Charm. James and Patrick had told no one about their plans, and had no backup in case they failed to defeat Lord Voldemort alone, and their failure was almost a certainty.
Harry banged his head against the wall of his office. Why couldn't he think of something to do? Having been stuck inside his office for twenty minutes, they could only assume what kind of carnage Voldemort had caused. Then it struck him. Harry knew what to do. He walked over and grabbed Hermione. "Wingardium Leviosa," he said, as he and Hermione rose. Ron had volunteered to stay behind in case someone found them in the office. Harry and Hermione floated higher and higher, finally flying straight into the Ravenclaw common room.
They climbed through the Ravenclaw portrait hole and began to move through the school.
James and Pat were moving past the door to the trophy room when they heard a sound. The sound was accompanied by a voice.
"Ah, the son of Harry Potter and the son of Ron Weasley," said the voice. It was Voldemort. "We'll just have to make easy pickings of you two," he said.
"I don't think so," said James. "Expelliarmus," he cried, but nothing happened.
Voldemort was beside himself with amusement. Foolish little kids, he thought, trying to disarm me, but they probably don't even know how to do it. We'll just have to finish them off. So he did. "Tranuncum Doble," Voldemort roared, and James and Pat collapsed. Voldemort strode away with an evil look on his face.
Harry and Hermione were still looking for some sign of the Dark Lord. After searching Hogwarts for 35 minutes, they had found nothing. Finally, they thought of one place they hadn't searched. They headed for the trophy room, wands out.
They were not prepared for what they were about to see. Lying on the floor of the trophy room were James Potter, and Patrick Weasley, victims of the Tranuncus Curse.
Hermione Potter fainted into her husband's arms as Harry snapped into action.
Keeping a tight hold on Hermione, so she didn't fall, he roared, "Wingardium Leviosa," pointing his wand at James and Pat.
They floated up into the air and Harry directed them in the direction of the hospital wing, still carrying Hermione.
They arrived in the Hospital Wing in short order, and Madam Pomfrey was shocked to see the fainted Hermione and the Tranuncus victims James and Pat. She put all three of them on beds, and began to care for James and Pat. It was at this moment that Hermione came to. She rose from the bed, and gripped Harry's hand nervously.
Just then, Professor Weasley entered the room. He was also astounded to see his son a victim of the Tranuncus Curse. The three of them watched Madam Pomfrey attend to James and Patrick for a while.
All of a sudden, James's pulse disappeared and he stopped breathing!
TO BE CONTINUED