S c r e a m f o r M e .
Author's Note: Here is a fifteen chapter story about the summer after year four when Harry, Ron, and Hermione spend their summer in America. In America, they are stalked and realize that someone is trying to murder them. This chapter was very hard for me to write. I had a lot of trouble making a very important decision, but, I hope you like it. Just on another note, I will not be writing a sequel to this. I don't feel it would fit. But, I will be writing some more shorter pieces, poems and maybe I'll continue one of my other non finished pieces. It seems nobody reviews anymore, and it discourages me, so, I won't write another chapter after this for 3 weeks, so wait till then. And lastly, as always, I want to thank Circe for the help. All italics are thoughts.
Chapter 8: The tales told.
And the headline said, "TEN KILLED BY CURSE!"...
The tales told - 6 hours before
Leyla slept in her house as a person walked on the sidewalk by her window. The person kept on walking, and stopped. He opened his jacket and removed a small, folded paper that was in his left jacket pocket. He slowly unfolded the paper and read the short, but clear instructions: BLOW UP 1405 GEORGIA AVE.
He looked up from the paper as his eyes caught up with the golden letters above the door. He folded the paper back up, put it into his pocket, and took out another object. A slim stick in the shape of a wand. He cocked his head up towards his target, and the crisp words echoed through out the street. "Exploditious Totalus." It is amazing how two little words can do so much damage. All it took was two little words. Green light mixed with red light. Red light mixed with white light. And there was a deafening boom...
The tales told - 6 hours later
"Hey! I was reading that!" Hermione exclaimed as Harry snatched the paper right out of her hands. Harry's eyes were transfixed on the front page, and Hermione asked, "What's wrong?" She was answered with silence. She got up and went over to where Harry was standing, as his eyes scuttled from word to word. She looked at the front page, and her mood fell like a rock hitting the bottom of a well.
TEN KILLED BY CURSE
Last night, around 2 o'clock in the morning, a building at 1405 Georgia Ave. was blown up. Authorities are not sure what the motive is, and don't have any suspects. So far, there are ten confirmed deaths and many injuries. All that is known is that a male, approximately six feet tall , with dark hair , was spotted near the crime scene.
Almost everyone last night on the street awoke to the explosion and several ran outside to see what happened. John Lament told the Wizard Daily that, "I heard the explosion and jumped out of bed. I ran down the stairs and opened the door. Everywhere they were bricks and steel littering the ground. It looked like someone bombed the place." Authorities are asking anyone with information to please step forward. All injured were taken to the Rakewood Wizard Hospital.
When Harry finished reading, he fell onto the couch. "What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"That is where Leyla lives." He said, then he grabbed his coat, and rushed outside without another word.
Harry was in total confusion as the thoughts rushed his head. She has to be alive. Why did this have to happen to her? Why does everyone have to die? I am the reason people die. Harry ran to the hospital where the paper had said they had taken any injured. He ran the fastest he had ever ran, and got to the hospital a few minutes later. He ran to the front desk, and asked, demanded, "Is there a Leyla Mori here. She might have come here last night." His expression was a look of urgency.
The nurse said, "She is in critical care. Only family are allowed to visit."
"Do you know where her family is?" Harry asked.
"Her immediate family was killed in the explosion, but her aunt has been contacted." The nurse answered him.
"Please let me see her!" He nearly yelled.
"I am sorry, but only family is allowed." she answered him.
Harry thought quickly. He looked over the desk, and saw which room she was in. He ran off, before the nurse could stop him. He ran down the halls to room 432 and looked at the small figure wrapped in the hospital blankets. Harry sat by her side and refused to move.
The tales told - 2 hours later
Harry was filled with emotions by the time he had to go. He was going to be late for work, although he didn't see how he could work in his current state. Mr. Dumfreewas not in his office, so Harry walked down the hall, finding him reading the paper.
"Hello Harry! That report was great but I don't have much for you to do today. so I was thinking you could start working on some of the details for a banquet the ministry is having. It will take place in about a month and a half and I am beginning the plans for it. There is a folder on my desk, containing all the information for ordering all of the food, drink and decorations needed. If you could visit each of the suppliers, and begin getting things lined up, I would be grateful. You'll just need to give them my ministry address for billing."
"Ok, are the addresses in the folder too?" Harry asked, somewhat overwhelmed by all the information.
"Yes," the man answered. "You can split it up over today and tomorrow, and just leave me a memo on your progress."
"Yes sir, I'll go check that out now ?" Harry said, then he left to go back to the office.
The tales told - The Evening
Harry had gone to almost half the suppliers on the list before he headed to the hospital. He had spent all day trying to finish as much as he could so he wouldn't have to do it all the next day. His mind was cluttered all day, and he was glad he could now go back to see Leyla. He rounded the corner his eyes fell upon the hospital, and he drew closer to the door when he made a sudden turn to the diner. He stepped in and ordered two cheeseburgers, and had them wrapped up to go. He paid, then made his way to the hospital to room 432.
"Hello," Harry said as he walked in the room. An old woman was sitting at a desk on the far side of the room near the hospital bed.
"It's you Harry! The nurse told me that someone had come earlier, but I guess I missed you!" She exclaimed as she sat up to hug him.
"Yea, how are you? Don't move! You might hurt yourself!" Harry commanded as he hugged her back.
The old woman stood up and introduced herself. "I am Nancy Rumond, Leyla's aunt. I am just going to go get some dinner. I'll be back in half an hour."
As she left the room, Harry turned back to Leyla. "I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you a cheeseburger."
"Thanks, this hospital food is the most awful thing I have ever tasted. It almost makes you think they want their patients to die!" She joked.
"Are you feeling alright? I read in the paper what happened this morning."
"Oh, I am fine, just some bruises and bumps, but these nurses all exaggerate and won't let me leave this house of death." She said.
"House of death? Aren't you being a little extreme?" Harry asked.
The Tales Told - 1 hour later
Harry's spirits lifted as he left the hospital room. He looked down the cold dark corridor of the hospital and saw a shadow in the darkness, but he thought nothing of it. He walked to the other end of the hallway and went down the stairs and headed to his apartment...
Author's Note: Once again, I would like to thank Circe for all her help. I hope you all like this chapter, and the next one should be up soon. It has been awhile, and it may be a bit longer for the next one because of all the work I have to do. Please read and review!