Harry Potter and the Song of the Elven Guardian
by AndromedaM13Titan

disclaimer: harry potter and company belong to j.k. rolwing, but heather ventar is my own character (who incase you read all my fan fics, tends to appear a lot but with different names... sometimes with the same names! aaaaaaah!!)

a/n: sorry for any typos, in advance! i tend to have lots of them, considering i never edit my work.
**a little violence in this part, but its not descriptive, so if you have a thin stomach, then don't worry.**

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Part III: The Chasm of Dehagord and the Gate to the Hidden Chamber

"Harry," said Ron. "Are you doing all right? You seem a little pale."

Harry nodded, "I'm fine, Ron."

"No you're not." Hermoine said. "I can see it in your eyes. You're lying to us. You're hiding something, Mister Harry Potter, and I'm quite sick of playing games! What is it about the thing that Heather said to you? It is quite obvious that it is having a drastic effect on you! Now tell me, why are you withdrawn all the time?" Hermoine slammed her hand on the table and everyone stared at her. "Oh... sorry... I should mind my manners." The students shrugged and went back to eating their lunch.

"Honestly, Hermoine, I am fine. There is nothing for me to worry about, or you and Ron. It's just... this scar. Last year it stung all the time because of the Pheonix and because of Voldemort, but now I don't know why. It could be Heather, it at least explains why it hasn't stung until the arrival at Hogwarts."

"That girl!" Hermoine said. "I knew it, she is our enemy!"

"Now, Hermoine--" said Ron.

"--No!" interrupted Hermoine. "I am right. She must put away immediately, before any of us are harmed." Suddenly, all the lights in the school went out. All fires unlit themselves and the school was left in the darkness of the snowclouds above. Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore shot up from their seats, calming all the startled children down. They then whispered something to each other and ran out the secret passageway behind the wall. Harry and his friends saw this and ran out of the Great Hall.

"The passage goes this way!" Hermoine cried as she led Harry and Ron to one of the paintings. They struggled to lift it up, but somebody stopped them. They were thrown back and the painting was sealed to the wall.

"You will not follow them." The voice said. "They are on a secret mission on their own." It was Heather's.

"Heather Ventar," Hermoine said. "I've got an itch over this whole monstrosity. How is it you know where the passage leads, when you have only been here for a short time? Answer that, Ventar."

Heather looked sternly at Hermoine. "Don't try me, Grainger. You have no idea what I have been through and what I am capable of doing. Now come, you all will follow me, there is somewhere else we must go." Heather began to head down the stairs. "Come on, I'm not going to wait all day for you." Slowly, Hermoine, Harry, and Ron followed the tall second year down the red stairs and to one of the paintings. The scottish girl pulled the painting up with ease and pushed open a hidden door. Hermoine, Harry, and Ron entered after Heather, and found themselves in a dark room.

"Where are the lights?" asked Hermoine.

Fires were suddenly lit on either side of them and Heather picked one up. They were in a cold, stone tunnel.

"This way." Heather walked the trio down the tunnel and came to a large wooden door. Heather turned to the trio of friends. "When you walk past this door, you will see things inexplicable. From my own realtive's lips: 'Behind the wooden door, you'll see- a darkness which evil doth bleed- an ancient evil which we should rid- before the dragon to death us bid.' Take heed at the words, they may be my last." Taking in a deep breath, Heather pushed the heavy weighted door open, revealing a platform above a deep, enormous chasm, one which flamed and burned. The snapping of fire and dragons jaws were heard in the distance; they sensed the quartet's presence.

"What is going on?" Hermoine said, shaking and clinging onto Ron's cloak sleeve.

"This is the Chasm of Dehagord, this is where Dumbledore and McGonagall passed, this is the path to the Hidden Chamber. Brace yourselves, if you see a dragon, do not worry yourselves, look up, ignore them, and just keep your eyes on the back of my head. As long as I am here, none of you have anything to fear." Heather's eyes beamed by the light of the fire and she looked straight at Harry. He noticed a tint of gold in her eye, and then his scar began to sting. Heather turned.

Slowly, they began to walk across the marble platform. It had no rails, so Harry, Hermoine, and Ron clinged desperately to each other. Heather walked at a steady pace, as to not frighten her friends, close to them. Suddenly, she stopped. Rumbling was heard in the distance and she turned to her left. Her eyes showed signs of distress, of almost a deathly fright.

"Go." Heather said, her voice low and almost inaudible. "Run to the other edge and wait. If you see a dragon come, go through those doors and do not turn back. If I do not die I will come and follow. Go... now!" Quickly, Ron, Hermoine, and Harry dashed across the bridge to the other side, whilst Heather remained standing in the middle of the platform, tall, sturdy, and like a statue. The snapping fire beneath her was almost enough to intimidate her. Almost.

Heather's eyes moved, looking about her, though she herself did not move an inch. Sweat dripped from her brow as the rumbling came closer to her, she was becoming nervous, but her hands did not tremble. The rumbling stopped. Ron, Hermoine, and Harry let out a sigh of relief.

Until a giant, red and gold dragon jumped out from the fire, spewing fire everywhere, nearly burning Heather and the others. The trio screamed loudly and jumped behind a rock, peeking out only to see what was going on. The red and gold dragon was huge, it was still halfway submerged in the lava, but it was still big and intimidating to young wizards like themselves. A brave girl was going to get charred, they knew. But bravery was different than stupidity, they had to admit.

The dragon fully emerged from the water, to show its enormous, scaly body. It circled Heather, magma dripping only feet from her. Her heart pounded. This could be it, she said to herself. This could be my death.

"You have no place here." The dragon hissed.

"I do. I am here on a mission." Heather shouted over the rumbling of thunder overhead. "May Hogwarts live forever, and the Earth on which it resides. Dragon, you do not scare the likes of me, though you may have done so to my family in the past, you never shall again."

"You're a Ventar, aren't you." Dragon said. "Your father... he was Claudio, was he not? The old bastard never knew what was coming. He was a fool, you know that? Yes, he knew he was going to die when he came here, trying my patience on a quote, 'holy mission'. You are just as foolish as him. You, just as your father, believe that your power is superior to mine. I find that wildly amusing."

"Don't you dare insult my father." said Heather.

"Do you have any last requests before you die, Ventar?"

Heather bit her lip. "I have but one, Dragon." She closed her eyes. "For the sake of the people whom we all love so dearly, for the sake of Hogwarts... spare me."

"You have quite an imagination, girl." said the Dragon. "Here is something you should have learned from your father: never shall a dragon of my mass and size submit to a human!" The Dragon flung his head down on the platform, causing half of it break and Heather to be thrown back onto one of the stone walls. The Dragon called out for his minions following this. The ugly things jumped from the fire, tying Heather's hands together behind her and one jumped on her shoulders, holding her mouth shut. The others laughed and jested about her.

A large soldier clad in a dark armor had an iron sword. He toyed with it, cleaned it, and looked down upon its face, pointing its end at Heather. He grinned and they all saw his pointed, black teeth. His eyes were red and full of such an evil as no muggle could ever imagine, only a wizard could see in a demon. Heather looked coldly at the demon, causing it to hesitate a bit. However, the demon was not to be defeated. He shook his head and brought his sword down.

"Now!" The Dragon said. Then, the demon began to inch closer to Heather. He was four feet, then three, then two, then one, and then silence. Then...

"No!!" Harry, Ron, and Hermoine all cried at once. The minion had stabbed Heather in the stomach.

continue to Part IV

a/n: how about part iii? did you like it? i thought it was quite good. i wanted a little more action, but i was trying to go with the music i was listening to (the harry potter soundtrack, yeah!)