Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter Ten: Lost
(Warning: this chapter happens to be fairly short, compared to my pervious ones)
Harry panicked and ran down the corridor, bursting into the Great Hall. Supper had already begun and the teacher's table was occupied by ten or more members of the Ministry of Magic. Some students looked up as he ran past their tables.
"Help- help! Ron's dead!" Harry's voice was trembling and barely audiable. He didn't want to repeat himself, but he had to. Before he could, McGonagall saw him and gasped.
"Harry! You're face!" Students turned and gasped too. Harry touched his forehead. It was bleeding furiously, it stung too. Harry realized his scar had split open. He couldn't worry about that now, he had to get some one to Ron.
Ignoring his own wound, he ran to the High Table, Harry yelled as loud as his voice would allow. "Ron's been killed!!" Dumbledore looked up shocked, along with every teacher.
Arthur Weasley, one of the Ministry guests, stood wearily. "What are you talking about? Harry, where's Ron?" By this time every student had gone deathly quiet. Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George were all standing at the Gryffindor table. Ginny's eyes were large and quickly becoming wet.
"We were attack, just down the corridor--!" Harry pointed and Dumbledore stood.
"Arthur, Minerva, Severus-- Please follow me. Mr. Potter lead the way." Harry nodded and walked out of the Hall. Whispers broke out as they exited.
"Down here!" Harry quickened the pace. When they at last reached the scene, Professor McGonagall gasped. Ron's body was in a disturbing position, his legs were twisted and his arm at an akward angle. Harry hadn't really looked at the victim too closely before, he had been too scared. It was extremely creepy.
Mr. Weasley stared mindlessly, then ran over to Ron and shook him. "Ron! Wake up son!" Ron didn't respond. "No--" He checked for a pulse and listened to his breath. "Well- he's not dead. Unconcious maybe--" McGonagall sighed.
"He's been--" Began Dumbledore, leaning over Ron.
"KISSED!" Snape spat in disgust. "This is the work of a Dementor!" Harry turned to him sharply while McGonagall stiffled a cry.
"A Dementor?! Surely, not here! They aren't allowed inside-- not unless-- Unless Black is in the school!" Her eyes were wide with fear.
Dumbledore shook his head. "It wasn't a Dementor, and it wasn't after Sirius Black. It was after something more--"
Harry suddenly remembered that he still had the Daily Prophet clipping. "You're right! It wasn't a Dementor, it didn't feel the same. Here." Harry shoved the article into Professor Dumbledore's hands. He nodded.
"Were you attacked too?"
"Yes and no. It was after me, but Ron intercepted-- He took the spell for me." Harry's voice was fading. He was finally realizing what had just happened. Ron was alive, but his soul had been taken. He was less than a vegetable. He suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder. It was Snape. Harry's eyes welled up, but for some reason he didn't care if Snape saw him cry.
"You shouldn't have been out and about without a teacher if you knew what you did about the danger you were in. Silly boy-- Mobilcorpus!" Ron's body became rigid and hovered a few feet above the ground. "If you do not wish to end up like your friend, I suggest you be more careful next time..." Snape's voice was cold, and he stormed down the corridor, black robes flying.
No one said anything for a moment. "Perhaps we should take Mr. Weasley to the Hospital Wing. Arthur, Minerva?" He looked at Harry for a moment. "That wound looks serious, perhaps Pompey should fix it up a bit." Harry shook his head, so Dumbledore nodded slightly and bagan to push Ron down the hall, McGonagall, trying to comfort Mr. Weasley, also followed. Harry was alone. There was no one comforting him. Harry slowly made his way back to the Great Hall, where there were many loud and irritating whispers. Hermione ran over to Harry, her eyes filled with tears.
"Harry-- What happened?" Her eyes were looking at the blood covering his face and dripping down his chin and onto his school robes. Harry opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "Let's go to the Common room, we can talk there." Harry nodded. Fred, George, and Ginny followed. None of them spoke.
Once alone, Harry told them everything. Ginny burst into tears when she heard about the kiss. "Only, we don't think it was a Dementor. Something worse." Later, much later-- Fred, George and Ginny had all gone to bed. Hermione and Harry sat in a corner in the shadows to avoid the Gryffindors entering to retire to their beds. "And you think--"
"It was Stonewall. Definately. He wasn't even in the Great Hall when I came to get the headmaster! He's definately up to something." Harry whispered around midnight. Hermione nodded, dabbing his cut with a bit of gauze.
"I see. It does make sense, really." She looked at her watch. "We'd better get to bed, Harry. It's incredibly late." Harry nodded and bid her good night before going up the stairs to his bed. But he couldn't sleep, his mind was being tortured. Ron sacrificed himself for Harry, it was the most unselfish thing Harry had ever heard of and he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt off. When he noticed the other boys in his room get up and dress for the day, Harry got up too. He hadn't slept all night long.
By the looks of Hermione and the Weasley, they hadn't either. Professor McGonagall had come in and told them that they were excused from their classes for the day, due to the circumstances. The other students, however much to their dislike, had to attend and were to bring them the notes from all of their classes. They sat on the red couches for sometime, not speaking. It was probably three o'clock in the afternoon when Hermione spoke. "I need to use the lu-- I suggest you guys do the same. Or- go eat. It's late."
Harry stood. "I'm going to visit Ron in the Hospital Wing." He stood and left. On the Infirmiry door, there was a sign: No admittance except for exceptions. Harry knocked.
"Who's there?" A small round face peered in the jar of the door. "Oh, Harry! Somehow I knew you'd be stopping around." She opened the door. "Come in dear. Oh my!" Madam Pomfrey saw Harry's cut, a fresh, deep and fleshy ligthning bolt shape on his forehead. It had stopped bleeding late that night, and it had taken alot of gauze. "I'd better get something to fix that up for you--" Harry shook his head.
"No thank you, Madam Pomfrey, I'm fine."
"You positive? It wont take me but a minute--" He shook his head again, so she led him past a bed (were Arthur Weasley had spent the night) and to a chair next to Ron's bed. "Go ahead and talk to him, if it will make you feel better, but he can't hear you." She looked sadly at Ron. "Poor dear-- I'm going to see if--" Her voice trailed as she walked away and out the door. Harry reached over and closed Ron's lifeless eyes, which were wide open.
Everything got dark and he couldn't see. He was cold and sweating, panting madly. Where was he? There were screams and a voice rang out. "Ron?" Harry ran towards the voice, it seemed to be getting further away. "Ron? Where are you?" His voice was echoing.
"Lost! Help me Harry! I don't want to be here anymore, it's cold." Ron's voice seemed to weaken.
"Ron, don't move! I'm coming!" Harry ran, but nothing around him moved, it was as if he wasn't moving at all. 'Dont give up now, he needs you--" Harry said to himself. He kept running.
"Harry!" The voice was closer. "Harry!" Some one had grabbed him and Harry screamed. He opened his eyes, Hermione was shaking him. "Harry!" He was back in the Hospital Wing. Harry looked up at her with wide eyes.
"I need to go! Ron's lost-- He needs my help!" harry pushed away from the bed and stood, Hermione looked a bit scared.
"Harry... He's right in front of you." Harry looked down. Ron lied there, the same position he had been before. There was a strong hand on Harry's shoulder. He looked up to see Dumbledore's twinkling eyes through his half-mooned spectacles.
"Harry, why don't we go into that room and talk--" The headmaster led the way to an empty room and closed the door behind them. "Have seat."~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Meisako: *sob sob* I know, I know! You all hate me because I killed one of the most beloved characters of all time!
Reviewer: We don't hate you! We know that you'll bring him back, right?
Meisako: *sniff* well, if all goes right--
Reviewer: What do you mean if all goes right? He IS going to come back, right?
Meisako: I think so, but everytime I type a story, it's different than when I wrote it by hand. I have added complete chapters out of the blue before and have deleted entire scenes! It could change from what i have going on right now, but then again, my plans might not.
Reviewer: Oh, I see. But you have plans on it?
Meisako: Yes, I plan on it. I aslo plan to bring some one else back in a chapter.
Reviewer: Who? When?
Meisako: Not in the next chapter, but the one after that. It should seem pretty clear who it is after my next chapter. WHO it is, I wont say right now, you'll just have to read it.
Reviewer: Give me a hint!
Meisako: Hhhhmmmm... It's a person who came out of the end of You-Know-Who's wand in the last book.
Reviewer: So it's either Lily Potter, James Potter, Cedric Diggory, Bertha Jorkins, or that Muggle guy.
Meisako: That MUGGLE GUY? That Muggle guy just happened to play a HUGE part in the Goblet of Fire, thank you very much.
Reviewer: But he was only in one chapter! How could HE possibly be THAT important?
Meisako: There is not such thing as a small role, only small actors.
Reviewer: Everyone knows that's not true.
Meisako: So? It's my interview and I'll say whatever I want to say, so there!
Please tune into next week's special edition of "That Guy" or "Return of the Living Dead".
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter Ten: Lost
(Warning: this chapter happens to be fairly short, compared to my pervious ones)
Harry panicked and ran down the corridor, bursting into the Great Hall. Supper had already begun and the teacher's table was occupied by ten or more members of the Ministry of Magic. Some students looked up as he ran past their tables.
"Help- help! Ron's dead!" Harry's voice was trembling and barely audiable. He didn't want to repeat himself, but he had to. Before he could, McGonagall saw him and gasped.
"Harry! You're face!" Students turned and gasped too. Harry touched his forehead. It was bleeding furiously, it stung too. Harry realized his scar had split open. He couldn't worry about that now, he had to get some one to Ron.
Ignoring his own wound, he ran to the High Table, Harry yelled as loud as his voice would allow. "Ron's been killed!!" Dumbledore looked up shocked, along with every teacher.
Arthur Weasley, one of the Ministry guests, stood wearily. "What are you talking about? Harry, where's Ron?" By this time every student had gone deathly quiet. Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George were all standing at the Gryffindor table. Ginny's eyes were large and quickly becoming wet.
"We were attack, just down the corridor--!" Harry pointed and Dumbledore stood.
"Arthur, Minerva, Severus-- Please follow me. Mr. Potter lead the way." Harry nodded and walked out of the Hall. Whispers broke out as they exited.
"Down here!" Harry quickened the pace. When they at last reached the scene, Professor McGonagall gasped. Ron's body was in a disturbing position, his legs were twisted and his arm at an akward angle. Harry hadn't really looked at the victim too closely before, he had been too scared. It was extremely creepy.
Mr. Weasley stared mindlessly, then ran over to Ron and shook him. "Ron! Wake up son!" Ron didn't respond. "No--" He checked for a pulse and listened to his breath. "Well- he's not dead. Unconcious maybe--" McGonagall sighed.
"He's been--" Began Dumbledore, leaning over Ron.
"KISSED!" Snape spat in disgust. "This is the work of a Dementor!" Harry turned to him sharply while McGonagall stiffled a cry.
"A Dementor?! Surely, not here! They aren't allowed inside-- not unless-- Unless Black is in the school!" Her eyes were wide with fear.
Dumbledore shook his head. "It wasn't a Dementor, and it wasn't after Sirius Black. It was after something more--"
Harry suddenly remembered that he still had the Daily Prophet clipping. "You're right! It wasn't a Dementor, it didn't feel the same. Here." Harry shoved the article into Professor Dumbledore's hands. He nodded.
"Were you attacked too?"
"Yes and no. It was after me, but Ron intercepted-- He took the spell for me." Harry's voice was fading. He was finally realizing what had just happened. Ron was alive, but his soul had been taken. He was less than a vegetable. He suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder. It was Snape. Harry's eyes welled up, but for some reason he didn't care if Snape saw him cry.
"You shouldn't have been out and about without a teacher if you knew what you did about the danger you were in. Silly boy-- Mobilcorpus!" Ron's body became rigid and hovered a few feet above the ground. "If you do not wish to end up like your friend, I suggest you be more careful next time..." Snape's voice was cold, and he stormed down the corridor, black robes flying.
No one said anything for a moment. "Perhaps we should take Mr. Weasley to the Hospital Wing. Arthur, Minerva?" He looked at Harry for a moment. "That wound looks serious, perhaps Pompey should fix it up a bit." Harry shook his head, so Dumbledore nodded slightly and bagan to push Ron down the hall, McGonagall, trying to comfort Mr. Weasley, also followed. Harry was alone. There was no one comforting him. Harry slowly made his way back to the Great Hall, where there were many loud and irritating whispers. Hermione ran over to Harry, her eyes filled with tears.
"Harry-- What happened?" Her eyes were looking at the blood covering his face and dripping down his chin and onto his school robes. Harry opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "Let's go to the Common room, we can talk there." Harry nodded. Fred, George, and Ginny followed. None of them spoke.
Once alone, Harry told them everything. Ginny burst into tears when she heard about the kiss. "Only, we don't think it was a Dementor. Something worse." Later, much later-- Fred, George and Ginny had all gone to bed. Hermione and Harry sat in a corner in the shadows to avoid the Gryffindors entering to retire to their beds. "And you think--"
"It was Stonewall. Definately. He wasn't even in the Great Hall when I came to get the headmaster! He's definately up to something." Harry whispered around midnight. Hermione nodded, dabbing his cut with a bit of gauze.
"I see. It does make sense, really." She looked at her watch. "We'd better get to bed, Harry. It's incredibly late." Harry nodded and bid her good night before going up the stairs to his bed. But he couldn't sleep, his mind was being tortured. Ron sacrificed himself for Harry, it was the most unselfish thing Harry had ever heard of and he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt off. When he noticed the other boys in his room get up and dress for the day, Harry got up too. He hadn't slept all night long.
By the looks of Hermione and the Weasley, they hadn't either. Professor McGonagall had come in and told them that they were excused from their classes for the day, due to the circumstances. The other students, however much to their dislike, had to attend and were to bring them the notes from all of their classes. They sat on the red couches for sometime, not speaking. It was probably three o'clock in the afternoon when Hermione spoke. "I need to use the lu-- I suggest you guys do the same. Or- go eat. It's late."
Harry stood. "I'm going to visit Ron in the Hospital Wing." He stood and left. On the Infirmiry door, there was a sign: No admittance except for exceptions. Harry knocked.
"Who's there?" A small round face peered in the jar of the door. "Oh, Harry! Somehow I knew you'd be stopping around." She opened the door. "Come in dear. Oh my!" Madam Pomfrey saw Harry's cut, a fresh, deep and fleshy ligthning bolt shape on his forehead. It had stopped bleeding late that night, and it had taken alot of gauze. "I'd better get something to fix that up for you--" Harry shook his head.
"No thank you, Madam Pomfrey, I'm fine."
"You positive? It wont take me but a minute--" He shook his head again, so she led him past a bed (were Arthur Weasley had spent the night) and to a chair next to Ron's bed. "Go ahead and talk to him, if it will make you feel better, but he can't hear you." She looked sadly at Ron. "Poor dear-- I'm going to see if--" Her voice trailed as she walked away and out the door. Harry reached over and closed Ron's lifeless eyes, which were wide open.
Everything got dark and he couldn't see. He was cold and sweating, panting madly. Where was he? There were screams and a voice rang out. "Ron?" Harry ran towards the voice, it seemed to be getting further away. "Ron? Where are you?" His voice was echoing.
"Lost! Help me Harry! I don't want to be here anymore, it's cold." Ron's voice seemed to weaken.
"Ron, don't move! I'm coming!" Harry ran, but nothing around him moved, it was as if he wasn't moving at all. 'Dont give up now, he needs you--" Harry said to himself. He kept running.
"Harry!" The voice was closer. "Harry!" Some one had grabbed him and Harry screamed. He opened his eyes, Hermione was shaking him. "Harry!" He was back in the Hospital Wing. Harry looked up at her with wide eyes.
"I need to go! Ron's lost-- He needs my help!" harry pushed away from the bed and stood, Hermione looked a bit scared.
"Harry... He's right in front of you." Harry looked down. Ron lied there, the same position he had been before. There was a strong hand on Harry's shoulder. He looked up to see Dumbledore's twinkling eyes through his half-mooned spectacles.
"Harry, why don't we go into that room and talk--" The headmaster led the way to an empty room and closed the door behind them. "Have seat."
Meisako: *sob sob* I know, I know! You all hate me because I killed one of the most beloved characters of all time!
Reviewer: We don't hate you! We know that you'll bring him back, right?
Meisako: *sniff* well, if all goes right--
Reviewer: What do you mean if all goes right? He IS going to come back, right?
Meisako: I think so, but everytime I type a story, it's different than when I wrote it by hand. I have added complete chapters out of the blue before and have deleted entire scenes! It could change from what i have going on right now, but then again, my plans might not.
Reviewer: Oh, I see. But you have plans on it?
Meisako: Yes, I plan on it. I aslo plan to bring some one else back in a chapter.
Reviewer: Who? When?
Meisako: Not in the next chapter, but the one after that. It should seem pretty clear who it is after my next chapter. WHO it is, I wont say right now, you'll just have to read it.
Reviewer: Give me a hint!
Meisako: Hhhhmmmm... It's a person who came out of the end of You-Know-Who's wand in the last book.
Reviewer: So it's either Lily Potter, James Potter, Cedric Diggory, Bertha Jorkins, or that Muggle guy.
Meisako: That MUGGLE GUY? That Muggle guy just happened to play a HUGE part in the Goblet of Fire, thank you very much.
Reviewer: But he was only in one chapter! How could HE possibly be THAT important?
Meisako: There is not such thing as a small role, only small actors.
Reviewer: Everyone knows that's not true.
Meisako: So? It's my interview and I'll say whatever I want to say, so there!
Please tune into next week's special edition of "That Guy" or "Return of the Living Dead".