Author's Note: I write this weeks ago but unfortunately my beta reader
hasn't talked to me in the same amount of time. Please excuse me if this
isn't that great because of that reason.
Chapter 11
"Harry, see what you've become?" Dumbledore said sadly.
"What? What's happening? I thought I killed you old man!" Harry said angrily.
"You did. Dreams are both wonderful and dangerous things. I have been trying to reach you for years now Harry."
"What do mean?" he said realizing that he was in a dream state.
"I've been trying to gain strength to help you find your way back to the light"
"I'll never go back to the light," he sneered.
"In all my years I've never had a student that I favored more than you. It saddens me that I've failed in keeping you from straying," Dumbledore looked down and shook his head sadly. "There is little hope, unless Miss Granger accomplishes her task."
"What are you talking about?" he cried, lunging at his former Professor but he merely passed through him.
"I'm a ghost Harry, you can't hurt me," Dumbledore said calmly.
"Leave me ALONE!!!" he cried.
"I trust you know about the rings?" Dumbledore said, not at all fazed by Harry's outburst.
"The…the rings?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I know. What about them? Unless…unless she…NO!" Harry shouted working the night's event out in his head. "That's why…"
"Why you couldn't harm her," Dumbledore finished for him. "You made a promise to her Harry."
"NO! You listen to me, even if she has them, even if I'm near them…it won't make any effect on me unless…"
Dumbledore held up his hand to silence him. "And even then it won't fully work until you wear it. I know. She on the other hand doesn't."
Harry grinned an evil grin. "Then it's useless because she will never find out. You won't tell her, you were never one for a straightforward explanation."
"True, but things have changed, and Hermione is smart, she will figure it out."
"No, she won't! I suggest you leave me alone! Don't bother getting into my dreams anymore!"
Dumbledore gave him a disapproving look. "Harry, your parents would have been very disappointed."
"HA! I don't give a damn about my dead parents! I only care about power!" he shouted with rage.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "So, Voldemort has succeeded in poisoning your mind. He tried that before, when you were younger, first year I believe, didn't he? When you went after the stone?"
Harry searched his memory for what Dumbledore meant. Then an image flashed in his mind.
~"…A foolish man I was then, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those to weak to seek it…"~
"Quirrel," Harry whispered quietly. "Quirrel told me that."
"Yes, Voldemort was speaking through Quirrel. Even at your young age he tried to make you believe that those two things did not exist. But good and evil and evil do exist. You are just too far down the dark path."
"No," Harry whispered but then said louder, "no. I'm down the right path. Voldemort was only trying to teach me what I needed to know but I didn't listen. I wasted time because of you!"
"You are doubting yourself. See, the dark holds much doubt. Who is telling the truth, you ask? I am, Harry, I am telling the truth," Dumbledore finished sadly.
"No! I don't doubt what I know! You are a miserable old fool, leave me alone!" Harry shouted, lunging at Dumbledore.
This time, he didn't go through the old man; instead he pushed him out of the way.
Harry woke up in a sweat.
"Well, well. If it isn't wonder boy," Jezebel sneered.
Breathing heavily, Harry turned around and faced the doorway where Jezebel stood.
"What do you want?" he said angrily. He got up and walked towards her. She moved into the room further.
"You didn't kill her did you?"
"No," he said looking down.
"You're such a weakling! She's a worthless Mudblood and you couldn't even kill her! I thought that you were over this," she said lowering her voice on the last part.
Since when do I take orders from you!" he said advancing menacingly on her. "Who has more power here! If anything, you are worthless! You were nothing before you came to me!"
She lost cool façade for a moment but her evil sneer returned in seconds. "Someone has lost their nerve. I'm going to Nived, we'll see what he says to you backing out on killing your little girlfriend. We'll see who's more powerful now."
"Did anyone ever tell you," he said grabbing her arm roughly, "that you are annoying."
She winced in pain as he tightened the grip on her arm.
"Maximus Crucio!"
"AAHHH!!!" Jezebel shouted in agony.
"What's going on here?" Nived asked, being drawn to the sound.
"Jezebel is dying," Harry answered looking at her shaking form with interest.
"Why?" Nived asked, nonchalantly.
"I'm getting tired of her."
Nived merely watched as her eyes rolled up, only showing the white portion and then she was gone.
"Ding, dong the bitch is dead," he said in a monotone voice.
"Get someone to clean this up," Harry sneered.
1 Three days later…
Andrew sat on Cindal's bed empty bed just staring at the wall. They had just gotten back from the funeral. As much as Andrew wanted to say a few words to honor his lost love, he couldn't bring himself to speak. He hadn't spoken since his outburst the night she died. All he did was stare into space while sitting in Cindal's room.
"Drew?" Hermione said softly from the doorway. He slowly turned his head towards her to acknowledge her presence.
Her eyes softened and she tried to fight back tears. He dropped his eyes down to the empty spot on the bed beside him and then looked back up at her. She took this as a sign to sit down. Hermione sat down and tenderly wrapped her arms around him.
"I know it's hard," she started softly, "but you need to let it out. As hard as it is to go on living you need to get through this."
"She was pregnant," he whispered softly.
Hermione recoiled back slightly. "What?"
"I didn't know. I guess it happened on our anniversary. I didn't even think that something…it doesn't matter anymore. She's gone. I just," tears began to fall freely, "I just can't believe it. She was right there and then the blood. HE didn't even flinch. I tried…I tried to save her but…" he collapsed into sobs.
Hermione didn't say anything. What could she say? That it would get better soon when at the moment even she didn't believe that? She sat and just rubbed his back like a good friend. He soon quieted down and fell asleep. Hermione knew he hadn't truly slept in days so she gently laid him back on the bed and pulled an blanket over him. With one last look she left the room and joined Fred in the living room. They sat on the couch in silence, neither looking at the other.
"How is he?" Fred finally said.
"He told me something," Hermione whispered.
"What did he say?" Fred said. He sat up and faced her with wide eyes. Hermione kept her eyes averted.
"Cindal was pregnant."
"Are you serious?"
Hermione just nodded.
"How are you doing?"
At this Hermione turned her head to look at him.
"What do you mean?" she said barely able to hide the pain and sadness in her voice.
"I know how Drew is taking it. He's numb to the world. I know how I'm taking it, but you, you have been distant."
"I hate him," she said through clenched teeth.
"Who?"
"Harry," she said softly, "he caused all this. He's heartless. He'll never come back. He'll only kill more of my loved ones. I'm going to stop him or at least die trying!" her voice rose. "I'm going to stop him from hurting us like this! I won't let him!"
"Hermione, ssh, calm down," Fred said taking her in his arms, "we'll get through this. It will get better."
"How? How do you know it will get better!" she yelled pulling away from him.
"Because it has to," came a voice from behind them.
"Andrew," Fred said hurriedly, "we didn't mean to be loud…"
Andrew held up his hand to quiet him. "It has to get better. That's what Cindal used to say whenever things went wrong. 'The pain will pass and the sun will shine.' She always said that."
"It will buddy, it will," Fred said comfortingly relieved that despite it all Andrew was on the road to recovery.
Hermione slowly shook her head and went to her room. Closing the door silently she blinked back tears from her eyes. Silently she went to her bedside table and opened the top drawer. Underneath a few books was a small journal. She slowly opened it. All the other pages were blank except for the first one. She slowly scanned the first page.
Those who are lost:
Ron Weasley
Draco Malfoy
April Evans
Cho Chang
Katie Bell
Lavender Brown
Ernie McMillan
Parvati Longbottom
Albus Dumbledore
Minerva McGonagall
Madam Pomfrey
George Weasley
Hermione sighed sadly and grabbed a pen. In tiny scrawl she added Cindal's and her parents' names to the list. Putting the book back Hermione got up and went over to her mirror. She stared at the reflection and caught the glint of something silver around her neck, the chain that held the rings. She drew the chain out from underneath her clothes, why she still had it on was a mystery to her. Looking down at the inscription she was suddenly filled with anger again.
"I hate him!" she cried loudly and pulled the chain off her neck. She threw the chain hard against the door and collapsed into sobs. Fred heard the noise and walked into her room to find her crying on the floor. Without a word he picked her up and tucked her into bed gently rubbing her back until she fell asleep. As he walked out he saw the rings on the floor. He picked them up, pocketed them, and turned off the light as he backed out of the room.
"Have a dreamless sleep Hermi," he quietly prayed as he closed the door. Unknown to him at the time, she was going to have far from a dreamless sleep.
The insert of Harry's flashback to his first year where he talked with Quirrel does not belong to me. It belongs to J.K. Rowling and can be found in "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone." So no one sue me or say I'm plagiarizing because I just cited to the quote okay! Don't take my account off the site! I do not take credit for those lines, they belong to JK Rowling and the lines were properly cited for literary purposes!
Chapter 11
"Harry, see what you've become?" Dumbledore said sadly.
"What? What's happening? I thought I killed you old man!" Harry said angrily.
"You did. Dreams are both wonderful and dangerous things. I have been trying to reach you for years now Harry."
"What do mean?" he said realizing that he was in a dream state.
"I've been trying to gain strength to help you find your way back to the light"
"I'll never go back to the light," he sneered.
"In all my years I've never had a student that I favored more than you. It saddens me that I've failed in keeping you from straying," Dumbledore looked down and shook his head sadly. "There is little hope, unless Miss Granger accomplishes her task."
"What are you talking about?" he cried, lunging at his former Professor but he merely passed through him.
"I'm a ghost Harry, you can't hurt me," Dumbledore said calmly.
"Leave me ALONE!!!" he cried.
"I trust you know about the rings?" Dumbledore said, not at all fazed by Harry's outburst.
"The…the rings?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I know. What about them? Unless…unless she…NO!" Harry shouted working the night's event out in his head. "That's why…"
"Why you couldn't harm her," Dumbledore finished for him. "You made a promise to her Harry."
"NO! You listen to me, even if she has them, even if I'm near them…it won't make any effect on me unless…"
Dumbledore held up his hand to silence him. "And even then it won't fully work until you wear it. I know. She on the other hand doesn't."
Harry grinned an evil grin. "Then it's useless because she will never find out. You won't tell her, you were never one for a straightforward explanation."
"True, but things have changed, and Hermione is smart, she will figure it out."
"No, she won't! I suggest you leave me alone! Don't bother getting into my dreams anymore!"
Dumbledore gave him a disapproving look. "Harry, your parents would have been very disappointed."
"HA! I don't give a damn about my dead parents! I only care about power!" he shouted with rage.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "So, Voldemort has succeeded in poisoning your mind. He tried that before, when you were younger, first year I believe, didn't he? When you went after the stone?"
Harry searched his memory for what Dumbledore meant. Then an image flashed in his mind.
~"…A foolish man I was then, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those to weak to seek it…"~
"Quirrel," Harry whispered quietly. "Quirrel told me that."
"Yes, Voldemort was speaking through Quirrel. Even at your young age he tried to make you believe that those two things did not exist. But good and evil and evil do exist. You are just too far down the dark path."
"No," Harry whispered but then said louder, "no. I'm down the right path. Voldemort was only trying to teach me what I needed to know but I didn't listen. I wasted time because of you!"
"You are doubting yourself. See, the dark holds much doubt. Who is telling the truth, you ask? I am, Harry, I am telling the truth," Dumbledore finished sadly.
"No! I don't doubt what I know! You are a miserable old fool, leave me alone!" Harry shouted, lunging at Dumbledore.
This time, he didn't go through the old man; instead he pushed him out of the way.
Harry woke up in a sweat.
"Well, well. If it isn't wonder boy," Jezebel sneered.
Breathing heavily, Harry turned around and faced the doorway where Jezebel stood.
"What do you want?" he said angrily. He got up and walked towards her. She moved into the room further.
"You didn't kill her did you?"
"No," he said looking down.
"You're such a weakling! She's a worthless Mudblood and you couldn't even kill her! I thought that you were over this," she said lowering her voice on the last part.
Since when do I take orders from you!" he said advancing menacingly on her. "Who has more power here! If anything, you are worthless! You were nothing before you came to me!"
She lost cool façade for a moment but her evil sneer returned in seconds. "Someone has lost their nerve. I'm going to Nived, we'll see what he says to you backing out on killing your little girlfriend. We'll see who's more powerful now."
"Did anyone ever tell you," he said grabbing her arm roughly, "that you are annoying."
She winced in pain as he tightened the grip on her arm.
"Maximus Crucio!"
"AAHHH!!!" Jezebel shouted in agony.
"What's going on here?" Nived asked, being drawn to the sound.
"Jezebel is dying," Harry answered looking at her shaking form with interest.
"Why?" Nived asked, nonchalantly.
"I'm getting tired of her."
Nived merely watched as her eyes rolled up, only showing the white portion and then she was gone.
"Ding, dong the bitch is dead," he said in a monotone voice.
"Get someone to clean this up," Harry sneered.
1 Three days later…
Andrew sat on Cindal's bed empty bed just staring at the wall. They had just gotten back from the funeral. As much as Andrew wanted to say a few words to honor his lost love, he couldn't bring himself to speak. He hadn't spoken since his outburst the night she died. All he did was stare into space while sitting in Cindal's room.
"Drew?" Hermione said softly from the doorway. He slowly turned his head towards her to acknowledge her presence.
Her eyes softened and she tried to fight back tears. He dropped his eyes down to the empty spot on the bed beside him and then looked back up at her. She took this as a sign to sit down. Hermione sat down and tenderly wrapped her arms around him.
"I know it's hard," she started softly, "but you need to let it out. As hard as it is to go on living you need to get through this."
"She was pregnant," he whispered softly.
Hermione recoiled back slightly. "What?"
"I didn't know. I guess it happened on our anniversary. I didn't even think that something…it doesn't matter anymore. She's gone. I just," tears began to fall freely, "I just can't believe it. She was right there and then the blood. HE didn't even flinch. I tried…I tried to save her but…" he collapsed into sobs.
Hermione didn't say anything. What could she say? That it would get better soon when at the moment even she didn't believe that? She sat and just rubbed his back like a good friend. He soon quieted down and fell asleep. Hermione knew he hadn't truly slept in days so she gently laid him back on the bed and pulled an blanket over him. With one last look she left the room and joined Fred in the living room. They sat on the couch in silence, neither looking at the other.
"How is he?" Fred finally said.
"He told me something," Hermione whispered.
"What did he say?" Fred said. He sat up and faced her with wide eyes. Hermione kept her eyes averted.
"Cindal was pregnant."
"Are you serious?"
Hermione just nodded.
"How are you doing?"
At this Hermione turned her head to look at him.
"What do you mean?" she said barely able to hide the pain and sadness in her voice.
"I know how Drew is taking it. He's numb to the world. I know how I'm taking it, but you, you have been distant."
"I hate him," she said through clenched teeth.
"Who?"
"Harry," she said softly, "he caused all this. He's heartless. He'll never come back. He'll only kill more of my loved ones. I'm going to stop him or at least die trying!" her voice rose. "I'm going to stop him from hurting us like this! I won't let him!"
"Hermione, ssh, calm down," Fred said taking her in his arms, "we'll get through this. It will get better."
"How? How do you know it will get better!" she yelled pulling away from him.
"Because it has to," came a voice from behind them.
"Andrew," Fred said hurriedly, "we didn't mean to be loud…"
Andrew held up his hand to quiet him. "It has to get better. That's what Cindal used to say whenever things went wrong. 'The pain will pass and the sun will shine.' She always said that."
"It will buddy, it will," Fred said comfortingly relieved that despite it all Andrew was on the road to recovery.
Hermione slowly shook her head and went to her room. Closing the door silently she blinked back tears from her eyes. Silently she went to her bedside table and opened the top drawer. Underneath a few books was a small journal. She slowly opened it. All the other pages were blank except for the first one. She slowly scanned the first page.
Those who are lost:
Ron Weasley
Draco Malfoy
April Evans
Cho Chang
Katie Bell
Lavender Brown
Ernie McMillan
Parvati Longbottom
Albus Dumbledore
Minerva McGonagall
Madam Pomfrey
George Weasley
Hermione sighed sadly and grabbed a pen. In tiny scrawl she added Cindal's and her parents' names to the list. Putting the book back Hermione got up and went over to her mirror. She stared at the reflection and caught the glint of something silver around her neck, the chain that held the rings. She drew the chain out from underneath her clothes, why she still had it on was a mystery to her. Looking down at the inscription she was suddenly filled with anger again.
"I hate him!" she cried loudly and pulled the chain off her neck. She threw the chain hard against the door and collapsed into sobs. Fred heard the noise and walked into her room to find her crying on the floor. Without a word he picked her up and tucked her into bed gently rubbing her back until she fell asleep. As he walked out he saw the rings on the floor. He picked them up, pocketed them, and turned off the light as he backed out of the room.
"Have a dreamless sleep Hermi," he quietly prayed as he closed the door. Unknown to him at the time, she was going to have far from a dreamless sleep.
The insert of Harry's flashback to his first year where he talked with Quirrel does not belong to me. It belongs to J.K. Rowling and can be found in "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone." So no one sue me or say I'm plagiarizing because I just cited to the quote okay! Don't take my account off the site! I do not take credit for those lines, they belong to JK Rowling and the lines were properly cited for literary purposes!
