A/N: Hi everyone! Since I got such great reviews for the first chapter, I decided to post another to get more reviews. Anyway, someone said that the whole "Harry saving Ginny's life" thing has been done before. Well, I'm not surprised since it is a good idea, but I'm sure our ideas are totally different (or at least I hope so....). Hehe
Also, just so everyone knows, I'm not exactly sure how you put something in italics, bold or centered. I was trying to figure it out, but I decided not to chance it by destroying this chapter.
Disclaimer: The characters and settings all belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot belongs to me.
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Harry Potter and the Final Duel
By: Dreamgirl
Chapter 2: Can This Be My Destiny?
The green-eyed boy quickly got out of bed and began pacing the room. "This can't be happening," he muttered tearing at his hair. "This is NOT who I am," he said again in pure outrage. With his temper rising, Harry Potter kicked the wall. Immediately and painfully, his foot went through it. He removed it seeing the huge hole he had just made. "Damn it!" Harry said a little to loudly, ignoring the wall and now looking at his bruised and steadily bleeding foot.
Across the hallway and two doors down, a very angry Vernon Dursley got up to see what all of the commotion was about. Now, normally Mr. Dursley would hesitate when dealing with this boy. Especially when he was angry, and he undoubtedly was. However, being that it was three o'clock in the morning, he had no such thoughts in his mind. Without further consideration, Vernon Dursley burst into the room ready and willing to yell.
"What on earth is going on here," he shouted loudly ready to wake anyone who lived within miles of the small house.
Harry nearly replied a simple, "Don't you ever knock?" The older man just left however, leaving the door open. He returned now only daring to stand by the doorway with bandages apparently for the boy's foot.
"Here," he muttered throwing the items on his bed. Without waiting for a response, Mr. Dursley left the room and slammed the door shut, leaving an also speechless Harry.
"Thanks," was all he could think to say.
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After bandaging up his leg, Harry Potter went back to grabbing and pulling at his hair. His dream just now, was like no other before. He had learned something that would change his life, and his friend's lives forever. "Can I really be the chosen one," he asked himself.
'It's funny how such simple questions could have such complicated answers,' said a voice in his head. Deep down in his heart, he knew this was true, but his mind wouldn't surrender to the knew knowledge. "I've been living a lie my whole life! Why didn't anyone tell me? They must've known the truth," he added softly, tired from his sudden outburst.
The truth was, Harry was an heir. Not just any heir though. The heir of Gryffindor. His dreams for the past few months were all clues that he never put together. He just never realized it. He had Potter blood. Gryffindor blood. This wasn't all of the news though. The truth is never so simple.
In a prophecy dated back when the first magic people existed, there was an order. An order that will change Harry and his friends lives forever. He remembered everything so clearly, as if it were imprinted in his mind.
In the future there will be many wars. One will stand out in particular. This will be the war between good and evil. The chosen one will be the person to destroy the evil force. His power, which is of great energy and force, is generated from his long line of relatives. He will leed the people to a new age of good and peace. His lover will also help to achieve the new desirable age. She will withhold remarkable confidence and beauty. Her enchanting appeal and excellent charm work will be of great assistance. The chosen one's most loyal supporter will be named second in command. He will be an extremely strong warrior and powerful ally. His powers will be as remarkable as the chosen one himself. The woman whom he is betrothed to will also be given powers, of pure knowledge and logic. She will be an extremely helpful asset to the chosen one's plans.
These four people will complete the unit necessary in the destruction of all evil that is feared. Their bond together will be the strongest ever known.
Harry immediately came out of his long train of thought. "I have to tell someone," he said to the blank walls all around him. "How could I possibly explain this?"
Looking at the clock, he realized how tired he actually was. Harry was a seventeen-year-old boy, heading into his seventh year at Hogwarts. And lets face it, all teenagers need their sleep. Thinking of Ginny, Ron, and Hermione, only hurt him more. 'What would they say?'
Harry then decided to sit by the window and watch the stars. He remembered back at Hogwarts when he and Ginny would stare at them together by the lake. It always seemed to cheer him up then. Why not now? 'That should clear my head,' he thought.
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An hour later, Harry was beginning to fall asleep. The sky was still growing darker, and his eyes were slowly closing no matter how hard he tried to stay awake. Suddenly three black cloaked and hooded figures came into view. "Oh no," he muttered. Harry knew immediately who they were. "Death Eaters," he said bluntly but with slight fear in his voice. The sight of them brought back unforgettable and hurtful memories. Everyday he wished he could forget the way seeing them made him feel.
Since Harry was basically sitting in front of the window, one of the cloaked men spotted him. They then began to fly towards him obviously trying to capture him. It must have been a Death Eaters dream to bring Harry Potter to their master, he thought.
Acting on instinct, Harry immediately went to the loose floorboard and started throwing all of its contents into his trunk. This, as a matter of fact, wasn't much being that Harry was already packed to leave to the Burrow after he finally owled Ron.
He immediately grabbed Hedwig, his wand, and his filled trunk on impulse not actually knowing what was happening. Absentmindedly he kept repeating his only thoughts.
"Get me out of here! If only I could Apparate...." After becoming extremely distressed, Harry could see no more.
All of a sudden, he and all of his belongings were transported somewhere. After landing in a heap on the floor moments later, he got up and observed his surroundings. It was clearly a cave. Though it was familiar, as if he'd been there before. Harry didn't even have time to think about how he actually had gotten there in the first place, before he remembered where he'd seen the cave last.
"Sirius...," he trailed off. "This was where he was hiding. That must mean that I'm right by Hogsmeade and Hogwarts."
It was a good hiding place. No one knows about it except for Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius of course. They'd never realize he was there. Besides, if they did know where he was, then they'd only want to go and see him. 'That would only put them in even more danger then they're already in,' he told himself firmly. But still, he missed his friends.
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What Harry Potter didn't know, was that those three Death Eaters couldn't get past the invisible protection around the house. But they'd be back, now that they knew where he lived for sure. "And those other people he lives with," said the Death Eater. "They'll be fun to torture."
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A/N: Incase you're wondering next chapter will be a retelling of what happened when Harry saved Ginny. I hoped you enjoyed reading this chapter! Remember to R/R! Let me know what you think of the plot and overall story so far.
Also, I cannot say thank you enough times to the fellow authors who put me on their favorite author/stories categories. Thanks so much! Parvatipatil, Diamystical, Aeslehc and la2ur2a!
La2ur2a: It's funny, because I was actually going to use the final "battle" for my title too.
Also, just so everyone knows, I'm not exactly sure how you put something in italics, bold or centered. I was trying to figure it out, but I decided not to chance it by destroying this chapter.
Disclaimer: The characters and settings all belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot belongs to me.
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Harry Potter and the Final Duel
By: Dreamgirl
Chapter 2: Can This Be My Destiny?
The green-eyed boy quickly got out of bed and began pacing the room. "This can't be happening," he muttered tearing at his hair. "This is NOT who I am," he said again in pure outrage. With his temper rising, Harry Potter kicked the wall. Immediately and painfully, his foot went through it. He removed it seeing the huge hole he had just made. "Damn it!" Harry said a little to loudly, ignoring the wall and now looking at his bruised and steadily bleeding foot.
Across the hallway and two doors down, a very angry Vernon Dursley got up to see what all of the commotion was about. Now, normally Mr. Dursley would hesitate when dealing with this boy. Especially when he was angry, and he undoubtedly was. However, being that it was three o'clock in the morning, he had no such thoughts in his mind. Without further consideration, Vernon Dursley burst into the room ready and willing to yell.
"What on earth is going on here," he shouted loudly ready to wake anyone who lived within miles of the small house.
Harry nearly replied a simple, "Don't you ever knock?" The older man just left however, leaving the door open. He returned now only daring to stand by the doorway with bandages apparently for the boy's foot.
"Here," he muttered throwing the items on his bed. Without waiting for a response, Mr. Dursley left the room and slammed the door shut, leaving an also speechless Harry.
"Thanks," was all he could think to say.
--- --- --- ---
After bandaging up his leg, Harry Potter went back to grabbing and pulling at his hair. His dream just now, was like no other before. He had learned something that would change his life, and his friend's lives forever. "Can I really be the chosen one," he asked himself.
'It's funny how such simple questions could have such complicated answers,' said a voice in his head. Deep down in his heart, he knew this was true, but his mind wouldn't surrender to the knew knowledge. "I've been living a lie my whole life! Why didn't anyone tell me? They must've known the truth," he added softly, tired from his sudden outburst.
The truth was, Harry was an heir. Not just any heir though. The heir of Gryffindor. His dreams for the past few months were all clues that he never put together. He just never realized it. He had Potter blood. Gryffindor blood. This wasn't all of the news though. The truth is never so simple.
In a prophecy dated back when the first magic people existed, there was an order. An order that will change Harry and his friends lives forever. He remembered everything so clearly, as if it were imprinted in his mind.
In the future there will be many wars. One will stand out in particular. This will be the war between good and evil. The chosen one will be the person to destroy the evil force. His power, which is of great energy and force, is generated from his long line of relatives. He will leed the people to a new age of good and peace. His lover will also help to achieve the new desirable age. She will withhold remarkable confidence and beauty. Her enchanting appeal and excellent charm work will be of great assistance. The chosen one's most loyal supporter will be named second in command. He will be an extremely strong warrior and powerful ally. His powers will be as remarkable as the chosen one himself. The woman whom he is betrothed to will also be given powers, of pure knowledge and logic. She will be an extremely helpful asset to the chosen one's plans.
These four people will complete the unit necessary in the destruction of all evil that is feared. Their bond together will be the strongest ever known.
Harry immediately came out of his long train of thought. "I have to tell someone," he said to the blank walls all around him. "How could I possibly explain this?"
Looking at the clock, he realized how tired he actually was. Harry was a seventeen-year-old boy, heading into his seventh year at Hogwarts. And lets face it, all teenagers need their sleep. Thinking of Ginny, Ron, and Hermione, only hurt him more. 'What would they say?'
Harry then decided to sit by the window and watch the stars. He remembered back at Hogwarts when he and Ginny would stare at them together by the lake. It always seemed to cheer him up then. Why not now? 'That should clear my head,' he thought.
--- --- --- ---
An hour later, Harry was beginning to fall asleep. The sky was still growing darker, and his eyes were slowly closing no matter how hard he tried to stay awake. Suddenly three black cloaked and hooded figures came into view. "Oh no," he muttered. Harry knew immediately who they were. "Death Eaters," he said bluntly but with slight fear in his voice. The sight of them brought back unforgettable and hurtful memories. Everyday he wished he could forget the way seeing them made him feel.
Since Harry was basically sitting in front of the window, one of the cloaked men spotted him. They then began to fly towards him obviously trying to capture him. It must have been a Death Eaters dream to bring Harry Potter to their master, he thought.
Acting on instinct, Harry immediately went to the loose floorboard and started throwing all of its contents into his trunk. This, as a matter of fact, wasn't much being that Harry was already packed to leave to the Burrow after he finally owled Ron.
He immediately grabbed Hedwig, his wand, and his filled trunk on impulse not actually knowing what was happening. Absentmindedly he kept repeating his only thoughts.
"Get me out of here! If only I could Apparate...." After becoming extremely distressed, Harry could see no more.
All of a sudden, he and all of his belongings were transported somewhere. After landing in a heap on the floor moments later, he got up and observed his surroundings. It was clearly a cave. Though it was familiar, as if he'd been there before. Harry didn't even have time to think about how he actually had gotten there in the first place, before he remembered where he'd seen the cave last.
"Sirius...," he trailed off. "This was where he was hiding. That must mean that I'm right by Hogsmeade and Hogwarts."
It was a good hiding place. No one knows about it except for Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius of course. They'd never realize he was there. Besides, if they did know where he was, then they'd only want to go and see him. 'That would only put them in even more danger then they're already in,' he told himself firmly. But still, he missed his friends.
--- --- --- ---
What Harry Potter didn't know, was that those three Death Eaters couldn't get past the invisible protection around the house. But they'd be back, now that they knew where he lived for sure. "And those other people he lives with," said the Death Eater. "They'll be fun to torture."
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A/N: Incase you're wondering next chapter will be a retelling of what happened when Harry saved Ginny. I hoped you enjoyed reading this chapter! Remember to R/R! Let me know what you think of the plot and overall story so far.
Also, I cannot say thank you enough times to the fellow authors who put me on their favorite author/stories categories. Thanks so much! Parvatipatil, Diamystical, Aeslehc and la2ur2a!
La2ur2a: It's funny, because I was actually going to use the final "battle" for my title too.