a/n: since hermione is gone, harry is just gonna give up on fearing for her
life. he's going to use magic now. and i'd like to apologize for my lack
of using the spellchecker. it just doesn't work, so get used to my typos.
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It was around dinnertime when Harry had finally made it to Hogwarts. He was on his broom for the first time in years and it felt great. He had forgotten how the wind felt in his face, the smell of the air...
When he had finally gotten to Hogwarts, his light mood from flying had quickly diminished leaving the raw anger to surface. He opened the large door to the castle and walked inside. He knew he would find Dumbledore in the Great Hall for dinner.
Harry walked up to the doors, his eyes turning dark as he realized that with each moment he spent talking to Dumbledore, he would be wasting another precious moment of Hermione's life if he wasn't careful.
He opened the doors with all of his strength and walked down the aisle between the two middle tables. He was aware that everyone's eyes were on him as he strode up to the staff table with his royal green robes billowing out behind him. He thought of how much he probably had the look of Sirius on his face as he paused in front of a very shocked Dumbledore.
"Harry," Dumbledore nodded as the initial shock left his body. "What are you doing here? And in your robes, I thought you gave them up-"
"She's gone," Harry said sharply. "I don't know what I was thinking when I did it- Can we talk somewhere a little more privately?" Harry said with annoyance.
Dumbledore stood up and Harry followed him to his office down the hallway a ways. They both stood in the middle of the room.
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked.
"A man was trying to attack her, and he pulled his wand, and I had mine, and I yelled a spell."
"What were you doing with your wand?"
"I was just holding it, and then that death eater showed up." Harry burried his head in his hands and let out a strangled sigh. "We have to get her back. We have to do it now."
"All in good time, Harry." Dumbledore sat down at his desk and laced his fingers together in deep thought. Harry grew angry.
"No," he said in a whisper. He slammed his hands down on Dumbledore's desk angrily and shouted, " No! We have to go now!"
"I'm afraid there's nothing that we can do for her right now. Voldemort has her and if everything is the way is was foretold-"
"Foretold?"
"Yes, Harry." Dumbledore stood up and opened a cabinet to his left. He shuffled through some things before pulling out a large, dusty old book. He brought it back to the desk and flipped through it, stopping on a marked page. "Here," Dumbledore said, handing Harry the book.
Harry held the book in his lap and looked at the yellowish colored page. He read the words on the page to himself, his soul still burning with rage from what was taken from him just hours before.
In the great time of fear
That which was safe will become unstable
Taking the life of its only son
Until his return for love
Will the star open the gate
For the white power upon wings will sacrifice
The flaming fire which drives the ice
To the side of the victorious against those
Not foretold to create the life
That will save us all
Harry looked up at Dumbledore with questioning eyes. He shut the book and handed it back to him.
"You see, Harry, you are the son. You are the one that will protect us all."
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"Go see what he wants," Draco said lazily as he rolled over on his pillow. An owl was tapping at the window and he didn't feel like getting out of bed to go and get the mail.
Ginny frowned and crawled out of bed angrily, being sure to throw the covers off of him as she did so. He groaned and growled in protest, but she didn't really care as she strode to the window. She unlatched it and the creature came lying in. It gave Ginny a single letter before flying back out the way it had come. Not five seconds later another owl came flying in through the window carrying a matching letter.
Ginny sat down on the edge of the bed and tossed Draco's letter at him. It hit his back and he opened his eye to look over at her.
Ginny opened her envelope and began to read quietly.
Dearest Virginia,
I know it has been long since we have talked. You are nine years out of Hogwarts and have probably long forgotten about me. But this is not a letter of formality. There is trouble in the wizarding world. I am sending letters out to a few select people pleading for their help. I plead for yours. Meet me and the others in the Great Hall of Hogwarts this very night, and bring your wands. You'll need them.
Albus Dumbledore
"Draco," Ginny hissed. She turned around and shook his houlder very hard. "Wake up, damnit!"
"What?" Draco sat up on his elbows and looked over at her. He saw the seriousness in her eyes and quickly lost his angry tone. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"There's trouble. Read your letter."
Draco picked up the letter that Ginny had thrown at his and opened it. He read it while Ginny's eyes bore into the back of his head. A chill ran up his spine and he closed the letter.
"I know it's early, but we leave now. Get dressed," Draco said as he rushed out of bed.
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The students at Hogwarts knew something was up when they were told not to enter the Great Hall for dinner. Instead, they were taken to their common rooms where they were fed there. Dumbledore sat at the end of the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, waiting for his guests to arrive.
The doors swung open and the first to come through were Ginny and Draco. Dumbledore stood up and looked at them awkwardly as they walked up, Draco's arm slung carelessly over Ginny's shoulder.
"I'm glad you two could make it. And together, I see," Dumbledore said with a bemused smile.
"Yes, well, I guess it's not everyday that a Slytherin and a Gryffindor get together, now is it?" Ginny said as she looked up at Draco.
"No, I guess it isn't."
Fifteen minutes passed before the doors opened again and Harry was the one to come walking through. He stopped in his steps when he saw Ginny and Draco standing there talking to Dumbledore.
Ginny turned and looked at Harry who was openly gaping at where her hand and Draco's hand were entwined.
"I can't believe it's you!" Harry said as he came running up to Ginny. Ginny turned and wrapped her arms around his neck as he came up to her. Draco watched with a smirk on his face.
The rest of the people showed up within good time and the numbers grew to that of at least twenty people including Harry, Dumbledore, Ginny, Draco, the Weasley Twins, Remus Lupin, and many witches and wizards thast Harry did not know.
"Is Ron coming?" Harry asked Dumbledore.
"I sent him an owl, but I guess he isn't," Dumbledore said, furrowing his brow. Harry looked a bit frustrated, but it was gone as soon as Dumbledore asked everyone in the circle to have a seat somewhere and listen up. they did as they were told.
"I have asked you all here because there is trouble. Hermione Granger, a former Hogwarts student and muggle doctor has been taken by Voldemort. She is a very valuable asset to this community, and we need her back."
A few people nodded their heads and Dumbledore continued. "I don't know if any of you are familiar with the Lost Son prophecy, but I will recite it for you." Dumbledore told them the prophecy. Some looked disturbed and others just sat there with emotionless faces.
"Now it is for the most part easy to understand, but some parts still need to be deciphered. If any of you have ideas on what 'fire and ice' or 'white power on wings' is, then speak now."
Draco looked up. "Maybe the fire and ice are people."
Dubledore rested his chin on his knuckles and sat in thought for a moment. "You may be right, but there are a number of people that it could be."
Draco shrugged. Another man with long black hair spoke up, "Maybe the white power on wings is the stolen dragon."
"Now that's a very good possibility. We should be careful to prepare for that."
The meeting conitnued on into the night while Harry sat at the back of the group, gripping his knuckles and using every last bit of strength not to get up and run out of the room to look for his beloved.
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Hermione sat up and pressed her back against the cold stone of her cell. It was dark and she was cold. Voices were coming from down the hall and she could hear footsteps approaching quickly. Many footsteps.
The entourage of men in black robes stopped just outside of the cell door and let their leader, Hermione presumed, step forward. The bars to the door flung open and he stepped inside.
Hermione felt a sudden coldness come over her body. It was almost like being in the presence of the dementors. But this was more frightening. And she moved to the far corner, trying her best to get as far away as she could from this man, this creature.
He walked to the center of the cell and stood on the stone floor staring at her, though Hermione couldn't see his face because the hood prevented it. He chuckled lightly at her shaking form.
"You are the one that the Lost Son prophecy told of. You are one half of the equation that could bring down my reign." The man pulled back his hood to reveal a face that was not human. Yellow, almost scale-like skin with slits for a nose and almond shaped red eyes. This was Lord Voldemort.
Hermione felt the blood leave her face as she stared into the eyes of Voldemort. She had only heard of this man, but never seen him. And now that she had, she wished she hadn't.
"Before the sun sets tomorrow evening, you will be dead. I will leave you to ponder this for a while," Voldemort said menacingly.
Hermione felt very light headed at this newly presented information. She saw the spots begin to form in front of her eyes and the last thing she knew was the cackling of the Dark Lord as she passed out into darkness on the cold floor.
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a/n: mwahahahaha! yeah, is it just me, or does it seem like my chaps are getting shorter? oh well. thanks to all of my reviewers. i would thank you individually, but that takes more time than i have patience for. just know that i am eternally greatful for the help. and just as a secret, if you post ideas for a story, i might use them. i need a good idea for my next epic. REVIEW!
It was around dinnertime when Harry had finally made it to Hogwarts. He was on his broom for the first time in years and it felt great. He had forgotten how the wind felt in his face, the smell of the air...
When he had finally gotten to Hogwarts, his light mood from flying had quickly diminished leaving the raw anger to surface. He opened the large door to the castle and walked inside. He knew he would find Dumbledore in the Great Hall for dinner.
Harry walked up to the doors, his eyes turning dark as he realized that with each moment he spent talking to Dumbledore, he would be wasting another precious moment of Hermione's life if he wasn't careful.
He opened the doors with all of his strength and walked down the aisle between the two middle tables. He was aware that everyone's eyes were on him as he strode up to the staff table with his royal green robes billowing out behind him. He thought of how much he probably had the look of Sirius on his face as he paused in front of a very shocked Dumbledore.
"Harry," Dumbledore nodded as the initial shock left his body. "What are you doing here? And in your robes, I thought you gave them up-"
"She's gone," Harry said sharply. "I don't know what I was thinking when I did it- Can we talk somewhere a little more privately?" Harry said with annoyance.
Dumbledore stood up and Harry followed him to his office down the hallway a ways. They both stood in the middle of the room.
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked.
"A man was trying to attack her, and he pulled his wand, and I had mine, and I yelled a spell."
"What were you doing with your wand?"
"I was just holding it, and then that death eater showed up." Harry burried his head in his hands and let out a strangled sigh. "We have to get her back. We have to do it now."
"All in good time, Harry." Dumbledore sat down at his desk and laced his fingers together in deep thought. Harry grew angry.
"No," he said in a whisper. He slammed his hands down on Dumbledore's desk angrily and shouted, " No! We have to go now!"
"I'm afraid there's nothing that we can do for her right now. Voldemort has her and if everything is the way is was foretold-"
"Foretold?"
"Yes, Harry." Dumbledore stood up and opened a cabinet to his left. He shuffled through some things before pulling out a large, dusty old book. He brought it back to the desk and flipped through it, stopping on a marked page. "Here," Dumbledore said, handing Harry the book.
Harry held the book in his lap and looked at the yellowish colored page. He read the words on the page to himself, his soul still burning with rage from what was taken from him just hours before.
In the great time of fear
That which was safe will become unstable
Taking the life of its only son
Until his return for love
Will the star open the gate
For the white power upon wings will sacrifice
The flaming fire which drives the ice
To the side of the victorious against those
Not foretold to create the life
That will save us all
Harry looked up at Dumbledore with questioning eyes. He shut the book and handed it back to him.
"You see, Harry, you are the son. You are the one that will protect us all."
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"Go see what he wants," Draco said lazily as he rolled over on his pillow. An owl was tapping at the window and he didn't feel like getting out of bed to go and get the mail.
Ginny frowned and crawled out of bed angrily, being sure to throw the covers off of him as she did so. He groaned and growled in protest, but she didn't really care as she strode to the window. She unlatched it and the creature came lying in. It gave Ginny a single letter before flying back out the way it had come. Not five seconds later another owl came flying in through the window carrying a matching letter.
Ginny sat down on the edge of the bed and tossed Draco's letter at him. It hit his back and he opened his eye to look over at her.
Ginny opened her envelope and began to read quietly.
Dearest Virginia,
I know it has been long since we have talked. You are nine years out of Hogwarts and have probably long forgotten about me. But this is not a letter of formality. There is trouble in the wizarding world. I am sending letters out to a few select people pleading for their help. I plead for yours. Meet me and the others in the Great Hall of Hogwarts this very night, and bring your wands. You'll need them.
Albus Dumbledore
"Draco," Ginny hissed. She turned around and shook his houlder very hard. "Wake up, damnit!"
"What?" Draco sat up on his elbows and looked over at her. He saw the seriousness in her eyes and quickly lost his angry tone. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"There's trouble. Read your letter."
Draco picked up the letter that Ginny had thrown at his and opened it. He read it while Ginny's eyes bore into the back of his head. A chill ran up his spine and he closed the letter.
"I know it's early, but we leave now. Get dressed," Draco said as he rushed out of bed.
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The students at Hogwarts knew something was up when they were told not to enter the Great Hall for dinner. Instead, they were taken to their common rooms where they were fed there. Dumbledore sat at the end of the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, waiting for his guests to arrive.
The doors swung open and the first to come through were Ginny and Draco. Dumbledore stood up and looked at them awkwardly as they walked up, Draco's arm slung carelessly over Ginny's shoulder.
"I'm glad you two could make it. And together, I see," Dumbledore said with a bemused smile.
"Yes, well, I guess it's not everyday that a Slytherin and a Gryffindor get together, now is it?" Ginny said as she looked up at Draco.
"No, I guess it isn't."
Fifteen minutes passed before the doors opened again and Harry was the one to come walking through. He stopped in his steps when he saw Ginny and Draco standing there talking to Dumbledore.
Ginny turned and looked at Harry who was openly gaping at where her hand and Draco's hand were entwined.
"I can't believe it's you!" Harry said as he came running up to Ginny. Ginny turned and wrapped her arms around his neck as he came up to her. Draco watched with a smirk on his face.
The rest of the people showed up within good time and the numbers grew to that of at least twenty people including Harry, Dumbledore, Ginny, Draco, the Weasley Twins, Remus Lupin, and many witches and wizards thast Harry did not know.
"Is Ron coming?" Harry asked Dumbledore.
"I sent him an owl, but I guess he isn't," Dumbledore said, furrowing his brow. Harry looked a bit frustrated, but it was gone as soon as Dumbledore asked everyone in the circle to have a seat somewhere and listen up. they did as they were told.
"I have asked you all here because there is trouble. Hermione Granger, a former Hogwarts student and muggle doctor has been taken by Voldemort. She is a very valuable asset to this community, and we need her back."
A few people nodded their heads and Dumbledore continued. "I don't know if any of you are familiar with the Lost Son prophecy, but I will recite it for you." Dumbledore told them the prophecy. Some looked disturbed and others just sat there with emotionless faces.
"Now it is for the most part easy to understand, but some parts still need to be deciphered. If any of you have ideas on what 'fire and ice' or 'white power on wings' is, then speak now."
Draco looked up. "Maybe the fire and ice are people."
Dubledore rested his chin on his knuckles and sat in thought for a moment. "You may be right, but there are a number of people that it could be."
Draco shrugged. Another man with long black hair spoke up, "Maybe the white power on wings is the stolen dragon."
"Now that's a very good possibility. We should be careful to prepare for that."
The meeting conitnued on into the night while Harry sat at the back of the group, gripping his knuckles and using every last bit of strength not to get up and run out of the room to look for his beloved.
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Hermione sat up and pressed her back against the cold stone of her cell. It was dark and she was cold. Voices were coming from down the hall and she could hear footsteps approaching quickly. Many footsteps.
The entourage of men in black robes stopped just outside of the cell door and let their leader, Hermione presumed, step forward. The bars to the door flung open and he stepped inside.
Hermione felt a sudden coldness come over her body. It was almost like being in the presence of the dementors. But this was more frightening. And she moved to the far corner, trying her best to get as far away as she could from this man, this creature.
He walked to the center of the cell and stood on the stone floor staring at her, though Hermione couldn't see his face because the hood prevented it. He chuckled lightly at her shaking form.
"You are the one that the Lost Son prophecy told of. You are one half of the equation that could bring down my reign." The man pulled back his hood to reveal a face that was not human. Yellow, almost scale-like skin with slits for a nose and almond shaped red eyes. This was Lord Voldemort.
Hermione felt the blood leave her face as she stared into the eyes of Voldemort. She had only heard of this man, but never seen him. And now that she had, she wished she hadn't.
"Before the sun sets tomorrow evening, you will be dead. I will leave you to ponder this for a while," Voldemort said menacingly.
Hermione felt very light headed at this newly presented information. She saw the spots begin to form in front of her eyes and the last thing she knew was the cackling of the Dark Lord as she passed out into darkness on the cold floor.
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a/n: mwahahahaha! yeah, is it just me, or does it seem like my chaps are getting shorter? oh well. thanks to all of my reviewers. i would thank you individually, but that takes more time than i have patience for. just know that i am eternally greatful for the help. and just as a secret, if you post ideas for a story, i might use them. i need a good idea for my next epic. REVIEW!