Harry Potter and the Kid and the Tiger
Chapter Twenty Three-The Order of the Phoenix
Disclaimer: OK, good news and bad news. Good news is that HP and the KatT was finished before JKR finished Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and the last chapter will be posted soon. Bad news is that my original idea of making this into a HP/C&H Crossover Trilogy may not be finished before JKR finishes HP and the OotP. I'm not even sure if I can finish the sequel to this one in time. So I pose this question to you my readers and reviewers: Do you think I should continue to write my sixth and seventh years even if JKR beats me to the punch on fifth year plots? Please in your reviews answer this question. Now, on to the legal stuff, HP is owned by Joanne Kathleen Rowling, a great writer, and Warner Bros., a great movie making company. Calvin and Hobbes is owned by Bill Watterson, a great cartoonist, and Universal Press Syndicate, a great newspaper syndicator. :-D
The weeks and months that followed the Gravity Incident as it was called passed in a flurry.
Cho and Ron got into a major fight.
Everyone in fifth year studied for their O.W.L.s in June.
The Weasley twins set fire to Snape's hair and turned Malfoy's hair red and gold.
Ron and Cho got back together and the twins teased Ron relentlessly about his "social visits" to the Ravenclaw common room that ended up with him coming back more then a tad dazed.
Calvin tried to walk out of Potions after Snape yelled at him for his Ewquel Solution was "too perfect", and ended up with detentions for three weeks in a row and lost fifty points for Gryffindor.
Ron and Calvin circulated a petition to have the final Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch game played. They attained over seven hundred signatures (not all of them real, one of Ron's more 'original' names was 'Slytherpuff Gryffinclaw"). Of course, McGonagall threw them out of her office when she saw that one, and took off ten more points from Gryffindor.
Harry had few dreams about Voldemort, but none that came from his scar and had anything to do with the real actions of the Dark Lord.
To his great amusement and delight, Professor Snape caught Calvin, Hobbes, Ron, Hermione, and Harry playing a game of Calvinball after curfew and fined them a whopping one hundred and fifty points despite Hobbes' attempts to say that since a teacher was with them it was all right.
Draco Malfoy reportedly tried to strangle Professor Sprout, but there was no real evidence to back up the rumors and allegations.
So it was obvious that the Gryffindors were in a rather foul mood in June, since the statistics for the House Cup showed: Ravenclaw 2,360, Slytherin 2,350, Hufflepuff 1,785, Gryffindor 237.
"It's not fair," Ron said more the millionth time.
"That's life," Hermione answered philosophically, as she scribbled neatly on her parchment, "Your the one who came up with that nutty petition idea."
"That wasn't all my fault," Ron snapped back as his quill tip broke and he spilled ink over his History of Magic essay "Explain Exactly In Your Own Advanced Words Why Tigmet The Tyrannical Tried To Establish A Fifth House At Hogwarts", which was a huge bore as Professor Binns had said that there could be no words that utilized less then three letters.
After fixing his ink spill, Ron began writing, "Let's see: 'Tigmet tried to'-no...'Tigmet attempted establishment of'...no...'The reason'...no...Hermione, how long does this have to be?"
"Three feet," Hermione answered as she continued working on her sixth written parchment roll.
"Oh, bother," Ron said as he messed up again, "I'm going to go see Cho, maybe I can copy hers since Hermione Potter here won't let me."
"Remember to wipe the lipstick off your face this time," Hermione snapped back curtly.
Ron turned as red as a tomato, and walked out.
"There," Hermione said, "We've got rid of Mr. Complainer. I dunno how Cho puts up with him."
Harry kissed Hermione on the cheek, 'Some would say the same of me and you."
"Which way?" Hermione asked innocently.
"Both," Hobbes' voice shook both of them, and whipped around.
"Hobbes," Harry said cheerfully, "How's things?"
Hobbes shrugged, "Been better. Worried about when Voldemort's going to attack, same as you guys. He'll probably come soon. He knocked out the school in Russia, and took over Black Raven Academy in Babylon, Iraq. It wasn't exactly on our side, sort of like Durmstrang, but he's taken over most of the world's wizarding schools now."
Harry nodded, "When it happens though, we'll be ready."
Hobbes grimly returned the nod.
It was one o'clock, and most residents of Hogwarts were sleeping when it happened. Death Eaters and dementors Apparated in the wreckage of old Hogsmeade and waited for their leader. When he arrived, they all bowed low to the Dark Lord, a man once known as Tom Riddle, but was now the Evil and Dark Lord Voldemort. His red eyes flickered around at the group of collective evil, and he smiled. Nobody noticed the silver locket dangling around his neck from a chain. Gently he fingered it and his grin got wider. No matter what happened tonight, he would win.
A whisper escaped his mouth, so quiet, but yet so deafening in the ears of his followers, "Let's go."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The screaming of the fifteen-year old Boy-Who-Lived, as he bolted straightup in his four-poster bed awoke all of Gryffindor House, and a substantial quantity of Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw.
As worried students and teachers rushed in, Hermione, Calvin, and Ron came to Harry's bedside. He only needed to say four words.
"Get Dumbledore. It's time."
The first wave of Death Eaters and dementors were met neatly by the giants under Hagrid and Madame Maxime. Mostly dementors were used in this process, which everyone knew was only temporary until Dumbledore could get a contingency plan together.
In Albus Dumbledore's office, he slowly and carefully picked up the Sorting Hat, Fawkes, Hufflepuff's Quill, and the Key.
Professor Sprout's voice echoed through the halls amplified over one hundred times, "ALL STUDENTS THIRD YEAR AND BELOW, ALL STUDENTS THIRD YEAR AND BELOW STAY IN YOUR COMMON ROOMS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. ALL STUDENT FOURTH YEAR AND ABOVE REPORT TO THE GREAT HALL IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT THIRD YEARS AND BELOW STAY IN YOUR COMMON ROOMS. FOURTH YEARS AND ABOVE GET TO THE GREAT HALL NOW!"
Hobbes Siberia slowly got up, looked at his mirror, straightened his wizard's hat, grabbed his wand and with a last glance around his room ran out towards the Great Hall as though Voldemort was after him, as he very well could've been.
Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Calvin Arrow, and Seamus Finnigan hurriedly got dressed in their robes and ran out into the common room where they met the rest of the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years. They all were frightened, (Neville was whimpering), but all ran out to the Great Hall.
As the giants were slowly pushed back by dementors, Lord Voldemort stood by his right-hand men, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Peter Pettigrew.
"Gentleman, I assure you, victory will be ours."
Malfoy and Pettigrew immediately nodded, Snape was a little slow on the uptake and Lord Voldemort noticed this.
Voldemort fingered his locket again.
Hagrid burst into the Great Hall, were most of the students of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had now convened, "Professor Dumbledore, we can't hol' too much longer."
Dumbledore took the news with a nod, "I understand Hagrid. Do what you can," he put his hands on the conference table, "If you have to retreat..." Dumbledore blinked, took a breath and continued, "If you have to retreat, "Then do it."
Hagrid nodded, "I may have ta, Professor, but I'll try."
"That's all I ask Hagrid," Dumbledore said gently.
Hagrid nodded and ran out.
Dumbledore turned to face the students, "As you probably suspected, Lord Voldemort is attacking the school. He is on the grounds as we speak."
A collective gasp rasped from five hundred and sixty throats.
"As you know we have the giants for defense, but it was not expected that they would do much more then give us time. You must now be prepared to defend your school. I know it is too much to ask of you, and those who wish to go back to their common rooms may go. There will be no puni-"
CRRR-ACK! BOOM!
The left wall of the Great Hall collapsed. Students screamed. Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Pettigrew, and Snape walked in. Harry looked with hatred at Pettigrew. Lousy scum. Sirius' words came floating back into his mind:
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED, DIED TO PROTECT YOUR FRIENDS AS WE WOULD HAVE FOR YOU!"
Ron, who was standing nearby gasped, "Snape's a Death Eater? Good grief!"
"No, he's not you git," Harry whispered hurriedly back, he was strangely unafraid, "He's not."
Ron nodded, unconvinced.
Voldemort grinned at the looks of terror on the faces of the students. Then he suddenly barked, "Which of you are loyal to me? If you declare your loyalty now, you will not die."
Without hesitation, thirteen Slytherins, among them Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson strode up to the Dark Lord and bowed.
"Excellent," Voldemort said, and he drew out his wand with a flourish.
Where's Dumbledore? Harry thought, craning his neck to watch the Headmaster, he had placed Fawkes, the Sorting Hat, and Hufflepuff's Quill on the table. The Order of the Phoenix. Harry smiled, Lord Voldemort didn't know it, but his reign was going to come up to an end in a few minutes...
The Sorting Hat was on Fawkes' left, the Quill on his right. They were slowly inching towards each other...Fawkes began glowing a beautiful shiny gold...the Sorting Hat and Quill seemed to melt into Fawkes as he slowly morphed into a small golden monolith. Voldemort was still talking to the Slytherins...Only a few minutes more...Harry thought.
Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Order of Merlin; First Class, and Supreme Mugwump slowly lifted Salazar Slytherin's Key to the Monolith. As soon as it touched the Golden Monolith, it was sucked in.
Harry watched and blinked. Nothing had happened.
"So," Voldemort was saying, "No more supporters? Well we'll see soon, Cruicomuli-"
The entire Great Hall was filled with deafening phoenix song.
Harry clamped his hands over his ears and stared at Voldemort. He was trembling, now he had fallen, he was writhing on the ground screaming.
Alongside him were Lucius Malfoy and Pettigrew. Every Death Eater was on the ground, but not everyone of them yelled out. The dementors stood there silently. Harry figured they were probably happy to be feeding off of the emotions of terror from the Death Eaters. Funny thing Harry thought, that he wasn't on the ground writhing like that, a few Slytherins and a Ravenclaw who hadn't gone up were though.
Harry noticed Voldemort was saying something, muttering some sort of incantation. Looking around, Harry saw nobody seemed to have noticed it.
Life was like slow motion as Harry parted through the crowd and tried to reach Voldemort before he finished whatever he was doing...almost there. A few more rows of people...
A blue flash.
Silence.
Complete silence. The phoenix song stopped just as Harry got right in front of Voldemort. He was too stunned to do anything. He turned over his shoulder to look for Dumbledore, but then a raspy voice forced him to look back at the excuse for a human being in front of him.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort's face twisted into a smile, "Why how long it's been. Thought you had me beaten eh, well no matter," he picked up his wand, "I won't hesitate this time Potter, Avada Kedav-"
"NO!"
This was shouted out by the usually timid Ronald Harold Weasley who had come to the front of the crowd. He held his hands out high and quickly brought them down, a look of determination on his face as he yelled out
"FIROS MAXIMOTOS!"
Jets of red-orange flame erupted from Ron's hands and hit Voldemort square in the chest. For a second his robes got caught on fire, but then it disappeared.
Voldemort only looked mildly annoyed, "The Friend, I assume? Well then. Hold on for a second, forgive me for doing anything stupid at the moment," He turned his head to the Death Eaters who just starting to stand up, and the dementors, "Get them."
With a charge of fury the Dark forces ran into the students. Some began to scream, others fought. At the teacher's table Dumbledore, Hobbes, Arabella, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Vector, the man Harry remembered as Mundungus Fletcher, Hagrid, and others jumped down wands drawn to protect Hogwarts. Just as Voldemort was about to turn his attention back to Harry and Ron, Snape appeared.
"Master," Snape said in his most oily voice, "Let me kill Potter."
Voldemort nodded.
Snape wheeled to fac Harry, raised his wand, began to yell "Avada-" then jumped around to face the Dark Lord. With an almost amused glint in his red eyes Lord Voldemort moved a hand and Professor Snape flew into a wall, unconscious, "Do you think I wasn't ready for that?"
Calvin and Hermione were working their best to hold off the dementors with their Patrousnes. They were having some intermediate luck, but already one Hogwarts student had suffered a fate worse then death.
Meanwhile, Avery was approaching Neville Longbottom with a fierce grin on his face, he whipped out his wand. Neville tried to summon up what courage he had to hold his wand, but he was shaking.
Two people saw Neville's predicament and began rushing for him. One was the greatest American Auror of all time, one Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Hobbes Siberia. The other was fifth-year red-haired Ginny Weasley, who had worshiped Harry Potter since the day she heard about him, but was now focused on one thing. Saving Neville!
"Boy," Avery said with a smirk on his face, "You know what I'm going to do? It's going to be painful, and then you're going to die." He laughed cruelly, lifted his wand, and yelled, "Avada Cruico!"
Ginny put all of her extra energy into what she was about to do, not thinking about it, she leapt in front of Neville and took the hit. "NOOOOO!" She rolled over. She was in complete agony, pain ripped through her body.
Neville was astounded by what Ginny had just done, it filled his body with bravery and he stood up, pointed his wand at Avery's chest and yelled, "Expelliarmus!"
Avery flew back into a dementor, who turned, lifted his hood and delivered the Dementor's Kiss on him.
Neville ran over to Ginny. Hobbes was already there, and administrating Pain-Killing Charms.
"Is there anything you can do?"
Hobbes shook his head.
"Let me see her, you're needed."
Hobbes nodded, and ran off to perform a Patrous Charm just in time to save Colin Creevy and Terry Boot.
Voldemort snarled, "I should have known."
Dumbledore appeared at Voldemort's side, his blue eyes not gentle but flashing, "But you didn't, did you Tom?"
"Fool," Voldemort said, but Harry noticed his face was no longer glaring and something else was on it: fear.
"You don't have to do this Tom," Dumbledore said, putting a hand on Voldemort's shoulder.
For a brief moment Harry actually saw a look of repentence on the Dark Lord, but he shook Dumbledore's arm off, "Never."
Harry heard a female voice yell out, "NOOOOO!"
"Ginny!" Ron screamed, and as though Voldemort wasn't there, Ron Weasley tore like heck across the room to get to his little sister.
"Expecto Patrounm!" Hermione bellowed, and yet another dementor went away from the person it had been about to Kiss, this one being Angelina Johnson.
"This isn't working," Calvin said as he averted his eyes from a sixth-year Ravenclaw being subjected to the Hitlercane Curse.
Hermione winced, "Yeah, there's got to be something that we can do..."
Calvin nodded, and turned back. Lucius Malfoy stood there right in front of him.
"Why hello, how are you, you sure won't be doing fine soon," Malfoy said smirking, and with a flick of his wand subjected Calvin to the Cruitatius Curse. Hermione screamed, and tried to throw a curse at him, but the Death Eater just let it hit him, to no effect.
"Ginny," Neville breathed, "Are you OK?"
Ginny Weasley winced in pain, "I've been better."
Neville smiled weakly, "Why?"
"Why what?" Ginny replied.
Neville tried to fight back the tears coming into his eyes, but couldn't, "Why did you just sacrifice your self for me?"
"Because Neville," Ginny gasped, "It's what's right."
Neville knew that it might just been an infatuation, but with the girl who had saved him lying there in front of dying he knew he had to, "Ginny, I love you."
Ginny just nodded, "I love you too Neville, tell Ron I love hi-", and her body gave a final jolt and she died.
Ron Weasley came runing up, at a loss for breath, "What happened to my sister?" he demanded.
Dumbledore stared into the eyes of the most evil peroson in all the world, "Tom, you can come back."
"I never will," Voldemort said with loath dripping from his words.
"A duel then," Dumbledore replied coldly.
"Never!" Voldemort said, his eyes going wide in fear, "I-I want Potter!"
Suddenly Harry's level of being unafraid escalated to total confidence, "You're scared Riddle."
"What?" the Dark Lord's head swiveled around.
"You're afraid," Harry said pointing his wand at Voldemort's heart, "You're AFRAID! You can't even look at Dumbledore with out knowing that you fear him. Your boggart is Dumbledore, and there's no way you can win!"
Voldemort's mouth twisted and contorted, it was about to open to say something when a dementor grabbed Harry by the waist, twisting him around and lifted his hood. Fog began to enter Harry's brain
"NO! NO! Not Harry!"
"Stand aside you silly girl, stand aside!"
NO!, Harry silently told himself, and he concentrated on being with all of his friends, Dumbledore, and Hobbes, after having defeated Voldemort, put his wand to the dementor's face and yelled out loud enough to wake the dead, "EXPECTO PATROUNM!"
Harry was suddenly dropped to the floor with a loud thud! The dementor walked away, then picked up another student. Harry ran over and yelled the curse again...
Lord Voldemort looked long and hard at Harry as he ran back, he raised his wand.
"Expelliarmus!"
Voldemort's wand shot into Dumbledore's hand. "Duel, Tom."
Draco Malfoy yelled out another Cruitatius Curse. This one hit Creevey. He grinned menacingly.
Hermione's eyes went wide. No, it can't be. She wondered intently what exactly it was that Mr. Malfoy, no he didn't deserve that title, Malfoy was wearing. Whatever it was it seemed to stop a regular curse, and she looked at Calvin rolling and screaming in agony on the ground. Her eyes narrowed.
"Nobody hurts my friends!"
Lucius ignored her, not wishing to break his concentration on the curse he was delivering to Calvin. Hermione thought her plan through, it had a reasonable chance of success, and surely Malfoy would kill Calvin soon. It was a risk. But...
"HI-YA!" with a roar of rage, Hermione Granger catapulted herself into Lucius Malfoy's chest.
"Ginny?" Ron asked uncertainly, beginning to worry for his sister,
"Neville, what happened?"
Neville cradled Ginny in his arms and wiped a tear from his eye, "She's gone, Ron. She-sacrificed herself for me. I know I'm not worth it...I'm sorry."
"No," Ron whispered, then he yelled it louder, "NO! NEVILLE SHE'S NOT DEAD, NO! PLEASE NO! PLEASE NO!" He was on his knees now, his head buried in his hands.
"Cruico!"
Ron Weasley fell over in agony. Behind him Draco Malfoy smiled.
"I can still kill him Dumbledore. With my hands, no wand." Voldemort said, still with a look of fear in his eyes, "I can kill him and I will."
"Not on my watch, Tom," Dumbledore said grimly. He threw the Dark Lord his wand. "There. Now we duel."
Voldemort meekly nodded as he caught the wand.
Lucius Malfoy hit the floor and his head it the ground with a loud crack! Hermione tried to reach for a pulse, but found herself blocked by something. She grabbed a hold of apparent thin air and slowly pulled it off of the front of Malfoy's torso, and she got off him and stood as he rolled it up.
"A Shield," she said satisfied, and then Stunned the Death Eater just to be sure.
Calvin then yelled out in terror, she whipped around.
Harry ran across the Great Hall, shouting Patrounuses all the way searching for Ron, Calvin, Hermione, Hobbes, anyone. Suddenly he hear a yelp nearby and saw Calvin in the clutches of another dementor. Dodging curses all the way, he raced to help his friend.
"EXPECTO PATROUNM!"
Slowly, the dementor turned around and walked away, dropping Calvin rather hard on the floor.
Hobbes leapt on the teacher's table, a determined glare across his feline face. Amy Lestrange stood there in front of him.
"We meet again, Hobbes."
"You...how could show your face. After what you did in New York..." Hobbes snarled.
"It was nearly two decades ago, you should forget such things, we are old friends are we not?"
"Change the adjective, Amy. It's 'was' not 'are'."
"Bow," Dumbledore commanded, his voice strong and full of authority.
Voldemort nodded his head a mere centimeter, his eyes still betraying his fear.
"Bow," Dumbledore said again, more powerfully then before.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled.
Harry nodded, and winced, and he saw yet another student fall prey to the Hitlercane.
"Fan out," Calvin commanded, as he got up., "Some of us need to survive this!"
Harry and Hermione nodded and rushed off in seperate directions.
"Malfoy?"
Macnair rushed over to his fallen Dark comrade, and knelt down next to him, "Malfoy," he shook him somewhat.
Lucius opened his eyes, "Macnair," he ackowledged as he got up, "Let's get to work."
He nodded vhemently, "Most assuredly, sir."
"Malfoy," Neville spat the name out with distaste, "It figures."
"What figures Squib?" Malfoy drawled.
"Let him go," Neville was more determined then he ever had been in his life.
"Why? Because your girlfriend's dead?"
That did it.
Gently placing down Ginny's body. Neville whipped out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy, his voice shaking slightly, "L-Let him go."
Malfoy smiled, "No."
"Stupefy!"
Malfoy's face went ridgid, and he fell over with a thud.
Ron groaned rolled over, then looked at Malfoy, turned as he stood up to look at Neville, "Thanks."
Neville nodded abent-mindedly, he was staring at his wand in shock.
"You will die Hobbes, you know that do you not?" Amy Lestrange posed they question as they stood off against each other.
"No," Hobbes said quietly. "To tell the truth, I do not."
"Wizard's bow," Lestrange said, "This will be done properly of course."
Hobbes nodded and gave a textbook bow. So did Lestrange.
"On three," Hobbes said, clenching his teeth.
"One," Lestrange began.
"Two," Hobbes continued.
"Three! Adolphias!" This came from Amy Lestrange.
"Three! Expelliarmus!" This came from Hobbes Siberia.
Hobbes dove back and hit the ground as the hurricane wind storm caused by the Hitlercane Curse swirled in front of him, blurring his vision. He was able to notice, however, that Amy Lestrange's wand came hurtling out of her hand and was chopped to bits by the powerful air displacement in front of her. Hobbes grinned wildly, as the storm instantly abated.
Lestrange looked at Hobbes with fear, and backed away.
"I could kill you," Hobbes said, "And I know that you deserve it. But I won't."
A smile of relief spread across Amy's face, in that split second Hobbes yelled "Mobillicorpus Totalilus!" and Lestrange fell over, fully Body-Bound.
Voldemort bowed slowly, still keeping his eyes on Dumbledore. The Headmaster watched closely, but turned away at the scream of a student held in a dementor's clutches. This was his chance!
He stood up quickly amd bellowed out at Dumbledore, "Crucio!"
Albus Dumbledore's eyes went wide as he fell over in pain, but no screams escaped the old man's lips.
The Dark Lord turned and scanned the crowd for a sign of Potter.
"Pettigrew," After searching acroos the Hall for him, Ron had found the little worm tailed rat. He spat the name out in disgust as he stared at the excuse for a man in front of him. He raised his hand...
And suddenly a white rat began scampering away into the crowd.
"Oh no you don't!" Ron exclaimed and lifted his hands again,
"HYDROS MINOS!"
Spurts of water flew from Ron's hands and hit the right square-on.
Walking crisply over to the fallen rat Ron picked it up by it's worm-like tail from which this disgusting creature got his name. It was just knocked out, he told himself. And with that Ron pocketed Wormtail.
"Just like old times, eh Scabbers?"
Lucius Malfoy strode quickly through the crowd. He no longer bothered to taunt any of the students, his experiecne with that Mudblood girl, Hermione Granger? Yes, the one that Draco always complained about, had taught him well.
"Avada Kedavra." He said as he pointed the wand at a seventh-year Slytherin.
He looked off in the distance, and too his surprise there was that Hermione Granger Mudblood. Well, he'd put an end to her. He raised his wand.
Harry Potter yelled out a Stunning Spell and hit the Death Eater in the back. There, one down, quite a few more to go. In the distance he saw the Lucius Malfoy, well-out of Stunning range raising his wand. He quickly followed Malfoy's line of sight....he had a clear shot...at Hermione Granger.
Harry tore off to save Hermione.
Lord Voldemort grimly stared around the room. Soon, the castle would be his. His lips contorted into a rather horrifying smile. Was was Potter? Perhaps by some stroke of good fortune a dementor had gotten to him first? Or maybe even one of his own Death Eaters.
But, alas, that was not the case, there he was running across the room probably in some fruitless hope of saving a student or teacher. Lord Voldemort looked at Dumbledore and broke the connection. The old professor stirred somewhat and Voldemort Summoned his wand,
"Looking for this?" he asked with a diabolical grin.
That finished he turned around to pick up Potter again...there he was.
The Lord of All Darkness raised his wand.
Hermione Granger conjured another Patronus. It seemed as though a few dementors had had enough and they were leaving the Hogwarts grounds. She gave a sigh of relief. Maybe everything would OK after all. She glanced over to were Dumbledore and Voldemort had been.
Funny, she had forgotten all about Voldemort in the confusion...
There he was. He was lifted his wand, and Dumbledore was on the ground. Dead? She hoped not. Voldemort was well out of cursing range, but maybe she could protect the person who he was going to try to kill. He seemed to be following somebody coming in her direction, she turned.
"HARRY!" she exclaimed and began running towards him.
Lucius Malfoy was slightly annoyed. Why is the fool girl running? For a few seconds he followed her wuth his eyes and wand, why what luck! She running towards Potter. Well, he could wait a few seconds until they were close enough so that if he missed, he'd hit the other.
Why is she running towards me? Why? Doesn't she realize Lucius Malfoy is watching her right now, and getting ready to kill her? She should be hiding, not running. From across the room you can still hit a moving target, Harry wondered as he bowled over another student in his fight to save his girlfriend.
Closer, closer, closer. Come on Hermione, you can do it, Hermione muttered to herself, This is important. More then schoolbooks, more then tests. Come on you can save him. Let's go, come on! She struggled to utilize all her energy for the final push.
Okay, Harry thought, NOW! He jumped for Hermione.
Hobbes whipped his head around as he finished Patrousing a dementor away from the school and back outside to the giants, for the time being. Where's Harry and Hermione?
All right, NOW! Hermione soared through the air.
"Avada Cruico," Voldemort growled, Potter was going to have a nice time dying now, in complete agony.
"Avada Cruico," Lucious Malfoy screamed, he wanted to make sure Granger felt a lot of pain before her death.
Harry James Potter and Hermione Elizabeth Granger collided in mid-air, both tried to push the other down, as as a result: both Torture Killing Curses hit their marks.
