Helloooooooooooo fan-fic readers! This is part three, the last part of my fan-fic, and, as far as I know, the end! It picks up, rather obviously, where part 2 left off, and takes the story through to the finish, so read this if you want to know how everything turns out! I know it's only the end bit, but if you feel like reviewing it anyway, I'd be the last to complain! So, hope you enjoy part 3.
Thanks! -Narcissa, author :-D
( Harry, Ron, Hermione and Sirius, in dog form, ran as fast as they could without stumbling on the jagged rocks, hopping and leaping down the mountainside. For every step they took, they were one pace away from the sanctuary of Sirius' cave, but also one pace nearer to proffessor Dumbledore, the one man they needed most in the world in the current state of affairs...After what seemed like hours of stumbling and sweating, they finally came to the bottom, and took the path that wound back to Hogsmeade. At one point, about halfway back to Hogwarts, Harry was tempted to ask for a rest, but given the urgency of their news, he didn't think this was wise...About an hour and a quarter after they had first set off from the cave, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Sirius were nearing the edge of Hogwarts' grounds. The furious, blustering wind was almost blowing them off their feet, and the trees at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest behind them were bent over almost to snapping point, creaking and swishing as though alive, and catching the news-bringers in a hale of tumbling autumnal leaves.)
Harry: (Gasping against the force of the wind, but still grinning) Well, at least it can't get any worse than this!
Ron: (Scrabbling at his cloak which had blown right up over his head) HARRY! Don't you remember what happened the last, what, ten or so times you said that?!
( The gale around them suddenly seemed to be dying down, and Ron's cloak fell abruptly back around his shoulders. Hermione, who had run ahead to catch up with her hat, which had flown off her head for the fourth time, finally caught it. They stopped walking, and listened. The only noise came from Sirius, panting, but still by their sides. The great black dog that was Harry's Godfather had its ears pricked. It appeared to be listening intently. The silence that now prevailed was surely unnatural near the forest....And the wind, which had whistled continually all day, had stopped so quickly, almost as though someone had just flicked a switch. It all seemed so....artificial....Harry felt a familiar unease, but couldn't put his finger on the reason for it. He frowned, and thought deeply. Such strange soundlessness....But it wasn't a song, it was -
Hermione: AAAAAHHHHH! DUCK!
(-Lord Voldemort!...Harry and Ron ducked quickly, but found they had nothing to hide behind. Luckily Voldemort's spell, which none of them had seen coming except Hermione, turning round at the last moment, hissed viciously past them. A moment later, they jumped to their feet again, Sirius back in his natural human shape, and beheld the Forbidden Forest, from which Voldemort had tried to quietly curse them. From between the trees emerged the all too familiar figures of Lord Voldemort and his sycophantic servant, Wormtail. From above Harry's shoulder, Sirius shouted angrily, mainly at Wormtail, his face contorted.)
Sirius: So! Once wasn't enough for you, was it? You had to make a return visit! Well I'd like to see you try to harm a hair on Harry's head within half a mile of Albus Dumbledore, under his very NOSE! I suppose it WAS you who sent us all these *enchanting* songs too?
Voldemort: Well, two out of three isn't bad, er, *Mister* Black. Once was not enough for me. Four times I have failed to kill Harry Potter, and four times, through the protection he has been given and fortune which so favours him he has escaped me. Once was not enough, but this time, boy, (Voldemort turned his face to Harry) you WILL die. You are also correct in saying that these little songs were of my doing. Hardly my main concern, you must understand, but then they did help bring you to me, so they have served their purpose...Your only mistake, I am afraid, lies in suggesting that I would find any difficulty in harming Harry Potter here. Because, as I feel I must point out, we are NOT under Albus Dumbledore's crooked nose. The old fool is currently down in Cornwall, at a meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards. So, you see, my path is clear!
(Voldemort laughed his high, chilling laugh, and Harry felt his scar flood with a pain like the stabbing of icicles.)
Harry: (shouting) Your path is as blocked as it ever was, Voldemort! There are still a whole school full of teachers up in the castle!
Voldemort: (smiling malignantly) True, true. But you see, dear boy, they are up there, and we, we are down here! How do you think you will alert your protectors to your plight while you are so seperated? So near, and yet so far! Yet, perhaps we can have some fun before I kill you all....Why don't we have a little....song?
(The air was rent with Voldemort's cackling again, and as Wormtail's ratty chortling joined it, he swished his wand elaborately, causing music to fill the air around them.
Everyone forgot their fear in the greater shock of what they were hearing...)
Sirius: WATERLOO?! God, Hermione, we thought yours was bad!
Ron: Hang on, didn't he do ABBA last time?!
Harry: (groaning cheerfully) Great! My nemesis is a seventies music fan! What did I ever do to deserve this?!
Hermione: Shhhhh! You don't want to MISS it, do you?!
Sirius: (sarcastically) Oh *NO* Hermione! No... Ear-plugs, everyone! Don't forget how bad it was last time!
Ron: (pensively) Not nearly so bad as your attempt, Sirius, if I remember rightly....
(But the conversation ended quickly, Voldemort was about to start!)
Voldemort: (singing to 'tune' of Waterloo)
Well, well! It's taken me some time to finally find you!
Wormtail: (dancing around, grinning inanely) Yeah, yeah!
Voldemort: (continuing, glaring at Harry) But now you've met your destiny what do you have to say?
Harry: (butting in, somehow sucked into the song...) On-ly that I think you will find,
You'll only beat us in your mi-iiiiiind!
Voldemort! You'll be defeated we'll win the war!
Voldemort!
L.V: (yelling) I'll try to kill you forever more!
Sirius: (whose singing was just as bad as ever, and caused everyone to clamp their hands over their ears)
Har-ry, you, could all escape, if you wanted to!
Hary: Yeah, that's true, but we can't leave all the fun to you!
Hermione, Ron, Harry and Sirius - 'Choir!' : Woah, woah, woah, woah, Voldemort!
We're not afraid of you getting sore!
Voldemort: (in huge rant) My, my! I'd like to curse you into litt-le pieces!
Wormtail: Yeah, yeah! And he has got me here to help him grind you to p-pulp!
Sirius: (snarling) Oh yeah?! Well I've got some bad news!
- With him on *your* side we can't loooooooooooose!
Harry, Herm., Ron & Sirius: Voldemort! How can you kill us?
- You're two, we're four!
L.V: This is WAR!!!! I'm going to blast you all to the floor!
Harry, Herm., Ron and Sirius: Woah, woah, woah, woah Voldemort!
Harry: (pointing his wand at Voldemort and Wormtail) EXPECTO PATRONUM! Now they're no more!
(Exeunt, persued by a Patronus....Yes, that's right, Harry had sent his great, galloping Patronus after Voldemort and Pettigrew, who stared at it in horror, and then ran away as fast as their legs could carry them, deep into the forest and out of sight. Everyone who wasn't evil and trying to escape an antlered projection of happiness flopped to the floor in exhaustion, laughing at the vision of Voldey and Wormtail scuttling away into the forest, chased by the enormous, glittering stag. The song, needless to say, had left with the evil-doers...)
Sirius: Well that's them taken care of again, Harry!
Harry: (sighing) Yeah....I'm really sorry I managed to get you all sucked into that...
Ron: What?!
Hermione: But why? We wouldn't have missed that fun if you'd payed us!
Harry: Fun?!
Sirius: (staring at a speck of blue near the gates of the castle) I think it's time I left you again, Harry. You know, (Sirius cracked a somewhat wistfull smile), I still live in hope that we may be able to talk one day, without being on the subject of, on the run from, or interrupted by dark activity. Excitement seems to follow you just as it did your Father....But here comes someone else who will no doubt claim some of your time, so I'll say goodybye. I'll be in touch soon Harry, about my ,er, 'alternative' living arrangements. When we meet again, you have my word it will be in greater comfort! If, at any point, you need my help, contact me immediately be owl. Hedwig will know where to find me! (Sirius enveloped Harry, Ron and Hermione in a quick hug, and raised his eyes over Harry's tousled head to the speck of blue, which now, heading closer, appeared to be more than a speck of blue; it had turned into Albus Dumbledore. Sirius smiled again at the approaching figure of the headmaster, and transformed into the large, jet-black dog. Allowing Harry, Ron and Hermione to pat him briefly on the head, and with a last bark to Dumbledore, Sirius sped away, back up the path that would eventually reach Hogsmeade, and his cave. Harry, Ron and Hermione turned to stare at the quickly retreating shape, and then back to that of their headmaster, which was rapidly descending upon them.)
Harry: (sighing) I think we've got some explaining to do...
Ron: Oh no! Not 'we', 'you!' I can only wait so long for my lunch, you know!
Harry & Hermione: RON!
Ron: Actually, Hermione, although I'm not saying it's going to win any PRIZES or anything, your song was better this year than it was last year! I think the general standard of singing has greatly improved around here!
Hermione: (sighing) You really CAN'T remember just how bad you sounded, can you Ron??
( Laughing, and arguing loudly as they went, they walked off into the Castle grounds, towards Dumbledore, safety, and a particularly good feast... )
The end......(Just in case that wasn't clear!) Well, that was the concluding part of my fan-fic, so I hope you enjoyed it. It turned out, overall, a lot longer and with a lot less singing than I had planned, but hey, things rarely seem to come off as I plan them, and this hasn't gone too badly! So....Disclaimer coming up: All the characters in this fan-fic belong to J.K Rowling, and have been used in an entirely fictional (duh!) context. All the songs I, erm, 'borrowed, ' belong to their respective singers or writers, and, while I'm on the subject, I'd just like to explain that, despite 2 ABBA songs in as many fics, I'm not an obsessive or anything! It's just that the songs are so damn good for adapting! So, anyway, I think I'm done, except to say thanks to everyone at the Secret Adobe HP4 board for keeping my Harry related thoughts flowing, and for being such great people! -I lurrrrve you! LOL! :-))
Oh, yeah, and, since they didn't get a mention in my last disclaimer when they probably should have done, thanks to my friends, for putting up with all my Harry Potter related chat!
So, hope you're all happy and doing great, everyone reading this, and here's to many more fan-fics in the future! Thanks again for reading this! -Narcissa, serial risk-taker and lover of Bertie Bott's every-flavour beans! :-D
Thanks! -Narcissa, author :-D
( Harry, Ron, Hermione and Sirius, in dog form, ran as fast as they could without stumbling on the jagged rocks, hopping and leaping down the mountainside. For every step they took, they were one pace away from the sanctuary of Sirius' cave, but also one pace nearer to proffessor Dumbledore, the one man they needed most in the world in the current state of affairs...After what seemed like hours of stumbling and sweating, they finally came to the bottom, and took the path that wound back to Hogsmeade. At one point, about halfway back to Hogwarts, Harry was tempted to ask for a rest, but given the urgency of their news, he didn't think this was wise...About an hour and a quarter after they had first set off from the cave, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Sirius were nearing the edge of Hogwarts' grounds. The furious, blustering wind was almost blowing them off their feet, and the trees at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest behind them were bent over almost to snapping point, creaking and swishing as though alive, and catching the news-bringers in a hale of tumbling autumnal leaves.)
Harry: (Gasping against the force of the wind, but still grinning) Well, at least it can't get any worse than this!
Ron: (Scrabbling at his cloak which had blown right up over his head) HARRY! Don't you remember what happened the last, what, ten or so times you said that?!
( The gale around them suddenly seemed to be dying down, and Ron's cloak fell abruptly back around his shoulders. Hermione, who had run ahead to catch up with her hat, which had flown off her head for the fourth time, finally caught it. They stopped walking, and listened. The only noise came from Sirius, panting, but still by their sides. The great black dog that was Harry's Godfather had its ears pricked. It appeared to be listening intently. The silence that now prevailed was surely unnatural near the forest....And the wind, which had whistled continually all day, had stopped so quickly, almost as though someone had just flicked a switch. It all seemed so....artificial....Harry felt a familiar unease, but couldn't put his finger on the reason for it. He frowned, and thought deeply. Such strange soundlessness....But it wasn't a song, it was -
Hermione: AAAAAHHHHH! DUCK!
(-Lord Voldemort!...Harry and Ron ducked quickly, but found they had nothing to hide behind. Luckily Voldemort's spell, which none of them had seen coming except Hermione, turning round at the last moment, hissed viciously past them. A moment later, they jumped to their feet again, Sirius back in his natural human shape, and beheld the Forbidden Forest, from which Voldemort had tried to quietly curse them. From between the trees emerged the all too familiar figures of Lord Voldemort and his sycophantic servant, Wormtail. From above Harry's shoulder, Sirius shouted angrily, mainly at Wormtail, his face contorted.)
Sirius: So! Once wasn't enough for you, was it? You had to make a return visit! Well I'd like to see you try to harm a hair on Harry's head within half a mile of Albus Dumbledore, under his very NOSE! I suppose it WAS you who sent us all these *enchanting* songs too?
Voldemort: Well, two out of three isn't bad, er, *Mister* Black. Once was not enough for me. Four times I have failed to kill Harry Potter, and four times, through the protection he has been given and fortune which so favours him he has escaped me. Once was not enough, but this time, boy, (Voldemort turned his face to Harry) you WILL die. You are also correct in saying that these little songs were of my doing. Hardly my main concern, you must understand, but then they did help bring you to me, so they have served their purpose...Your only mistake, I am afraid, lies in suggesting that I would find any difficulty in harming Harry Potter here. Because, as I feel I must point out, we are NOT under Albus Dumbledore's crooked nose. The old fool is currently down in Cornwall, at a meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards. So, you see, my path is clear!
(Voldemort laughed his high, chilling laugh, and Harry felt his scar flood with a pain like the stabbing of icicles.)
Harry: (shouting) Your path is as blocked as it ever was, Voldemort! There are still a whole school full of teachers up in the castle!
Voldemort: (smiling malignantly) True, true. But you see, dear boy, they are up there, and we, we are down here! How do you think you will alert your protectors to your plight while you are so seperated? So near, and yet so far! Yet, perhaps we can have some fun before I kill you all....Why don't we have a little....song?
(The air was rent with Voldemort's cackling again, and as Wormtail's ratty chortling joined it, he swished his wand elaborately, causing music to fill the air around them.
Everyone forgot their fear in the greater shock of what they were hearing...)
Sirius: WATERLOO?! God, Hermione, we thought yours was bad!
Ron: Hang on, didn't he do ABBA last time?!
Harry: (groaning cheerfully) Great! My nemesis is a seventies music fan! What did I ever do to deserve this?!
Hermione: Shhhhh! You don't want to MISS it, do you?!
Sirius: (sarcastically) Oh *NO* Hermione! No... Ear-plugs, everyone! Don't forget how bad it was last time!
Ron: (pensively) Not nearly so bad as your attempt, Sirius, if I remember rightly....
(But the conversation ended quickly, Voldemort was about to start!)
Voldemort: (singing to 'tune' of Waterloo)
Well, well! It's taken me some time to finally find you!
Wormtail: (dancing around, grinning inanely) Yeah, yeah!
Voldemort: (continuing, glaring at Harry) But now you've met your destiny what do you have to say?
Harry: (butting in, somehow sucked into the song...) On-ly that I think you will find,
You'll only beat us in your mi-iiiiiind!
Voldemort! You'll be defeated we'll win the war!
Voldemort!
L.V: (yelling) I'll try to kill you forever more!
Sirius: (whose singing was just as bad as ever, and caused everyone to clamp their hands over their ears)
Har-ry, you, could all escape, if you wanted to!
Hary: Yeah, that's true, but we can't leave all the fun to you!
Hermione, Ron, Harry and Sirius - 'Choir!' : Woah, woah, woah, woah, Voldemort!
We're not afraid of you getting sore!
Voldemort: (in huge rant) My, my! I'd like to curse you into litt-le pieces!
Wormtail: Yeah, yeah! And he has got me here to help him grind you to p-pulp!
Sirius: (snarling) Oh yeah?! Well I've got some bad news!
- With him on *your* side we can't loooooooooooose!
Harry, Herm., Ron & Sirius: Voldemort! How can you kill us?
- You're two, we're four!
L.V: This is WAR!!!! I'm going to blast you all to the floor!
Harry, Herm., Ron and Sirius: Woah, woah, woah, woah Voldemort!
Harry: (pointing his wand at Voldemort and Wormtail) EXPECTO PATRONUM! Now they're no more!
(Exeunt, persued by a Patronus....Yes, that's right, Harry had sent his great, galloping Patronus after Voldemort and Pettigrew, who stared at it in horror, and then ran away as fast as their legs could carry them, deep into the forest and out of sight. Everyone who wasn't evil and trying to escape an antlered projection of happiness flopped to the floor in exhaustion, laughing at the vision of Voldey and Wormtail scuttling away into the forest, chased by the enormous, glittering stag. The song, needless to say, had left with the evil-doers...)
Sirius: Well that's them taken care of again, Harry!
Harry: (sighing) Yeah....I'm really sorry I managed to get you all sucked into that...
Ron: What?!
Hermione: But why? We wouldn't have missed that fun if you'd payed us!
Harry: Fun?!
Sirius: (staring at a speck of blue near the gates of the castle) I think it's time I left you again, Harry. You know, (Sirius cracked a somewhat wistfull smile), I still live in hope that we may be able to talk one day, without being on the subject of, on the run from, or interrupted by dark activity. Excitement seems to follow you just as it did your Father....But here comes someone else who will no doubt claim some of your time, so I'll say goodybye. I'll be in touch soon Harry, about my ,er, 'alternative' living arrangements. When we meet again, you have my word it will be in greater comfort! If, at any point, you need my help, contact me immediately be owl. Hedwig will know where to find me! (Sirius enveloped Harry, Ron and Hermione in a quick hug, and raised his eyes over Harry's tousled head to the speck of blue, which now, heading closer, appeared to be more than a speck of blue; it had turned into Albus Dumbledore. Sirius smiled again at the approaching figure of the headmaster, and transformed into the large, jet-black dog. Allowing Harry, Ron and Hermione to pat him briefly on the head, and with a last bark to Dumbledore, Sirius sped away, back up the path that would eventually reach Hogsmeade, and his cave. Harry, Ron and Hermione turned to stare at the quickly retreating shape, and then back to that of their headmaster, which was rapidly descending upon them.)
Harry: (sighing) I think we've got some explaining to do...
Ron: Oh no! Not 'we', 'you!' I can only wait so long for my lunch, you know!
Harry & Hermione: RON!
Ron: Actually, Hermione, although I'm not saying it's going to win any PRIZES or anything, your song was better this year than it was last year! I think the general standard of singing has greatly improved around here!
Hermione: (sighing) You really CAN'T remember just how bad you sounded, can you Ron??
( Laughing, and arguing loudly as they went, they walked off into the Castle grounds, towards Dumbledore, safety, and a particularly good feast... )
The end......(Just in case that wasn't clear!) Well, that was the concluding part of my fan-fic, so I hope you enjoyed it. It turned out, overall, a lot longer and with a lot less singing than I had planned, but hey, things rarely seem to come off as I plan them, and this hasn't gone too badly! So....Disclaimer coming up: All the characters in this fan-fic belong to J.K Rowling, and have been used in an entirely fictional (duh!) context. All the songs I, erm, 'borrowed, ' belong to their respective singers or writers, and, while I'm on the subject, I'd just like to explain that, despite 2 ABBA songs in as many fics, I'm not an obsessive or anything! It's just that the songs are so damn good for adapting! So, anyway, I think I'm done, except to say thanks to everyone at the Secret Adobe HP4 board for keeping my Harry related thoughts flowing, and for being such great people! -I lurrrrve you! LOL! :-))
Oh, yeah, and, since they didn't get a mention in my last disclaimer when they probably should have done, thanks to my friends, for putting up with all my Harry Potter related chat!
So, hope you're all happy and doing great, everyone reading this, and here's to many more fan-fics in the future! Thanks again for reading this! -Narcissa, serial risk-taker and lover of Bertie Bott's every-flavour beans! :-D