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 Twelve: Afternoon of the Dead
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I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction: Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, SuNnY GuRL, Lotesse, and Hermione Radcliffe. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya!
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"Who will?" Harry peered cautiously into the dark hole.
"They will." Dumbledore said, smiling.
"Who is THEY?" Harry repeated, and Dumbledore snorttled.
"Oh, forgive me! This leads to the Hufflepuff common room. The Hufflepuffs will let you in for a short visit, if you'd like."
"But Professor, what would I do in there?" Dumbledore smiled again.
"It's a surprise, Harry, come see." The hole was dark, but short, and instanly led to a well lit room. Inside there were a few Hufflepuffs Harry had seen before, but knew none of their names. He did however, see three new faces. They were Karla Kline, Ben Carter, and Karin Adams, first years who were playing out a scene from a classic witch fable, Gate to Salem. From the way they were laughing, Harry assumed that it must have been a comedy. A Hufflepuff boy looked up from reading on a black and yellow rug.
"Shall I go get him for you, sir?" Dumbledore nodded and waved his hand to the boy. The boy entered one of two large oak door ways at the rear of the common room, which Harry assumed led to the boy and girl dormitories. The three 1st years finally noticed Harry and began to wave to him.
"Hey, Harry! Can I get an autograph?" asked Karla.
Dumbledore chuckled to himself while Harry tried an escuse. "Erm-- I don't do that kind of thing--"
"But Draco said you-"
The boy returned. "He'll be with you in a moment, Professor Dumbledore." He returned to his reading. Harry was about to asked who would, but decided against it, figuring he wouldn't get a straight answer anyway.
Dumbledore smiled. "Brace yourself, Mr. Potter," he whispered as some one entered the room. Harry raised his eye's to the person's face and gasped.
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*Dramatic Intermission*
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"Been a while, hasn't it, Harry?" The person shook Harry's hand volently. The hand was deathly cold and made Harry feel slightly sick to his stomache.
"C-C-Cedric?" Harry's eyes were quite large.
"Didn't expect to see me, did you?" He smiled as Harry dumbfoundedly shook his head. "Come on, let's go talk some where, shall we?" Harry again nodded.
They parted from the others and made their way down a twisting corridor to an empty and long forgotten room. Cedric pulled a chair away from a pile of unused furnature and baid Harry to sit. Harry obeyed, but didn't day anything.
"Cat got your tongue?" Cedirc smiled warmly.
Harry laughed halfheartidly. "No, I was just-- I'm sorry." Harry stared at his hands.
"For what, Harry?"
"I... killed you. I'm a murderer and it's my fault you're dead. I'm sorry, Cedric, you've got to believe me when I say I'm sorry! Your life was taken from you because I let it happen." Harry's throat tightened. Cedric leaned back in his chair.
"I see, is that what this is about?" He shook his head. "Harry, there's no way you could have known. It's not your fault. You did more for me than I would have expected any decent human being to do. I thank you, not hate you."
Harry shook his head. "No, Cedric. If I hadn't been so-"
"Harry! Snap out of it! If I don't blame you, why should you or any one else, for that matter, blame you?" His eyes were warm, despite their grey color.
"Alright then, can I, erm-- ask you a question?"
"Certainly!"
"Why aren't you an angel?" Cedric was a bit taken back by the question, and then smiled.
"Dear boy, you are full of questions, aren't you?" Cedric sighed and slouched in his chair. "I wanted dearly to be an angel, I really did-- But the other angels told me that my soul was too troubled with the fear and greif of another and I could not return until I had settled it."
"Then it's because of me you are a ghost..." Harry clentched his fist, he had done even worse than he had thought.
"Oh no, Harry! Not because of you!" Cedirc assured him. "It was some one else, and I haven't spoken with her yet but..." He was blushing through his pale transparent flesh.
"Cho?" Cedirc nodded. "I see. Then I suppose I should wait longer before telling her that I-" Harry stopped and he too blushed. Cedric smiled.
"I knew it! I saw the way she looked at you at the Yule Ball-- She likes you too Harry, but I would give her a little more time. Deaths are hard to get over for some people." Harry nodded, he only knew too well. "I'll talk with Cho, and by Christmas, everything should be cleared up and you can-- ask her out."
"I'm sorry, Cedirc, I shouldn't have said anything."
"No Harry! This is great! If you were with her, she would be able to get over my death easier, right? Then I can become an angel easier, right?" Cedirc looked surprisingly happy.
"You don't like being a ghost?" Harry ventured to ask.
"Oh, not in the least! I can't eat, or sleep, and the teachers wont let me be on the Quidditch team and I'd have to do homework any way-- I'd like to be some one's guardian angel-- Maybe my sister. She's young and would be growing up without me--" Cedirc's face fell. "Yes, I'd like to be her guardian angel. Besides! Moaning Mertle is extremely annoying!" Harry laughed.
"I suppose! Hey, do you think my parent's are my guardian angels?" Harry barely whispered.
Cedric leaned in. "I know it, Harry. I don't need to see them to know it." Harry's heart leaped and he stood.
"Thank you Cedric, this has meant alot to me. Thank you." Harry did a small bow and backed out of the room a bit. "I haven't eaten all day, so I think I'll go to the Great Hall. G'bye Cedric!" With that he darted oout of the room and down a few staircases. Through the grand wooden doors, Harry could see darkness. Once inside, he realized that the Great Hall was decorated in black, obviously in honor of Ron. The Weasleys, and Hermione too, had finally given into hunger and joined the rest of the school for dinner. Dumbledore stood when all had sat.
"As you all must know by know by now, there was a student attacked in the corridors of the school last night, and though we searched, we still have no suspects. And on a small contridition to a rumor I heard, Hogwarts is not closing." The Ministry Members at the table glared at him angrily, minus Mr. Weasley, who was most likely still in the Hospital Wing. "Enough with tonight's sollemness, let us eat!"
With that the plates filled, and Harry stared at his goblet of Pumpkin juice. Picking it up, he stood. "To Ron!"
"To Ron!" More than three quarters of the Hall echoed. The Slytherins who had joined the chorus were given evil eyes from the rest of their house.
The Hall drank to Ron's life.
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Meisako: I think this chapter was slightly 'unexciting'. Don't you agree, Mr. Diggory?
Diggory: Cedric, please.
Meisako: Yeah, okay, sorry. So, do you really plan to be an angel?
Diggory: Yes, I want to be an angel. Just for my sister, Noel.
Meisako: I didn't realize you had a sister.
Diggory: I do now! You have a younger sister, don't you?
Meisako: I have four younger sisters.
Diggory: Wow! Five kids and all girls?
Meisako: *sigh* Alas, no. Seven kids. I have an older brother and a younger brother. *sigh*
Diggory: Holy Cow!!! Fred...George...Ginny...Ron...Percy...Charlie...Bill... The Weasleys have seven kids, just like you! That's amazing!
Meisako: Thanks for being the 57th person to point that out to me...
Diggory: Sorry-
Meisako: You'd better be!
Please tune in again to the next episode for 'There was an old woman who lived in a shoe' or *HEY! My mom's not old, you take that back you stupid announcer guy, or I'll fire you! I can't believe you insulted my mother like that! You are having a serious deduction in you paycheck, I hope you know!!!*
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 Twelve: Afternoon of the Dead
I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction: Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, SuNnY GuRL, Lotesse, and Hermione Radcliffe. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya!
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"Who will?" Harry peered cautiously into the dark hole.
"They will." Dumbledore said, smiling.
"Who is THEY?" Harry repeated, and Dumbledore snorttled.
"Oh, forgive me! This leads to the Hufflepuff common room. The Hufflepuffs will let you in for a short visit, if you'd like."
"But Professor, what would I do in there?" Dumbledore smiled again.
"It's a surprise, Harry, come see." The hole was dark, but short, and instanly led to a well lit room. Inside there were a few Hufflepuffs Harry had seen before, but knew none of their names. He did however, see three new faces. They were Karla Kline, Ben Carter, and Karin Adams, first years who were playing out a scene from a classic witch fable, Gate to Salem. From the way they were laughing, Harry assumed that it must have been a comedy. A Hufflepuff boy looked up from reading on a black and yellow rug.
"Shall I go get him for you, sir?" Dumbledore nodded and waved his hand to the boy. The boy entered one of two large oak door ways at the rear of the common room, which Harry assumed led to the boy and girl dormitories. The three 1st years finally noticed Harry and began to wave to him.
"Hey, Harry! Can I get an autograph?" asked Karla.
Dumbledore chuckled to himself while Harry tried an escuse. "Erm-- I don't do that kind of thing--"
"But Draco said you-"
The boy returned. "He'll be with you in a moment, Professor Dumbledore." He returned to his reading. Harry was about to asked who would, but decided against it, figuring he wouldn't get a straight answer anyway.
Dumbledore smiled. "Brace yourself, Mr. Potter," he whispered as some one entered the room. Harry raised his eye's to the person's face and gasped.
*Dramatic Intermission*
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"Been a while, hasn't it, Harry?" The person shook Harry's hand volently. The hand was deathly cold and made Harry feel slightly sick to his stomache.
"C-C-Cedric?" Harry's eyes were quite large.
"Didn't expect to see me, did you?" He smiled as Harry dumbfoundedly shook his head. "Come on, let's go talk some where, shall we?" Harry again nodded.
They parted from the others and made their way down a twisting corridor to an empty and long forgotten room. Cedric pulled a chair away from a pile of unused furnature and baid Harry to sit. Harry obeyed, but didn't day anything.
"Cat got your tongue?" Cedirc smiled warmly.
Harry laughed halfheartidly. "No, I was just-- I'm sorry." Harry stared at his hands.
"For what, Harry?"
"I... killed you. I'm a murderer and it's my fault you're dead. I'm sorry, Cedric, you've got to believe me when I say I'm sorry! Your life was taken from you because I let it happen." Harry's throat tightened. Cedric leaned back in his chair.
"I see, is that what this is about?" He shook his head. "Harry, there's no way you could have known. It's not your fault. You did more for me than I would have expected any decent human being to do. I thank you, not hate you."
Harry shook his head. "No, Cedric. If I hadn't been so-"
"Harry! Snap out of it! If I don't blame you, why should you or any one else, for that matter, blame you?" His eyes were warm, despite their grey color.
"Alright then, can I, erm-- ask you a question?"
"Certainly!"
"Why aren't you an angel?" Cedric was a bit taken back by the question, and then smiled.
"Dear boy, you are full of questions, aren't you?" Cedric sighed and slouched in his chair. "I wanted dearly to be an angel, I really did-- But the other angels told me that my soul was too troubled with the fear and greif of another and I could not return until I had settled it."
"Then it's because of me you are a ghost..." Harry clentched his fist, he had done even worse than he had thought.
"Oh no, Harry! Not because of you!" Cedirc assured him. "It was some one else, and I haven't spoken with her yet but..." He was blushing through his pale transparent flesh.
"Cho?" Cedirc nodded. "I see. Then I suppose I should wait longer before telling her that I-" Harry stopped and he too blushed. Cedric smiled.
"I knew it! I saw the way she looked at you at the Yule Ball-- She likes you too Harry, but I would give her a little more time. Deaths are hard to get over for some people." Harry nodded, he only knew too well. "I'll talk with Cho, and by Christmas, everything should be cleared up and you can-- ask her out."
"I'm sorry, Cedirc, I shouldn't have said anything."
"No Harry! This is great! If you were with her, she would be able to get over my death easier, right? Then I can become an angel easier, right?" Cedirc looked surprisingly happy.
"You don't like being a ghost?" Harry ventured to ask.
"Oh, not in the least! I can't eat, or sleep, and the teachers wont let me be on the Quidditch team and I'd have to do homework any way-- I'd like to be some one's guardian angel-- Maybe my sister. She's young and would be growing up without me--" Cedirc's face fell. "Yes, I'd like to be her guardian angel. Besides! Moaning Mertle is extremely annoying!" Harry laughed.
"I suppose! Hey, do you think my parent's are my guardian angels?" Harry barely whispered.
Cedric leaned in. "I know it, Harry. I don't need to see them to know it." Harry's heart leaped and he stood.
"Thank you Cedric, this has meant alot to me. Thank you." Harry did a small bow and backed out of the room a bit. "I haven't eaten all day, so I think I'll go to the Great Hall. G'bye Cedric!" With that he darted oout of the room and down a few staircases. Through the grand wooden doors, Harry could see darkness. Once inside, he realized that the Great Hall was decorated in black, obviously in honor of Ron. The Weasleys, and Hermione too, had finally given into hunger and joined the rest of the school for dinner. Dumbledore stood when all had sat.
"As you all must know by know by now, there was a student attacked in the corridors of the school last night, and though we searched, we still have no suspects. And on a small contridition to a rumor I heard, Hogwarts is not closing." The Ministry Members at the table glared at him angrily, minus Mr. Weasley, who was most likely still in the Hospital Wing. "Enough with tonight's sollemness, let us eat!"
With that the plates filled, and Harry stared at his goblet of Pumpkin juice. Picking it up, he stood. "To Ron!"
"To Ron!" More than three quarters of the Hall echoed. The Slytherins who had joined the chorus were given evil eyes from the rest of their house.
The Hall drank to Ron's life.
Meisako: I think this chapter was slightly 'unexciting'. Don't you agree, Mr. Diggory?
Diggory: Cedric, please.
Meisako: Yeah, okay, sorry. So, do you really plan to be an angel?
Diggory: Yes, I want to be an angel. Just for my sister, Noel.
Meisako: I didn't realize you had a sister.
Diggory: I do now! You have a younger sister, don't you?
Meisako: I have four younger sisters.
Diggory: Wow! Five kids and all girls?
Meisako: *sigh* Alas, no. Seven kids. I have an older brother and a younger brother. *sigh*
Diggory: Holy Cow!!! Fred...George...Ginny...Ron...Percy...Charlie...Bill... The Weasleys have seven kids, just like you! That's amazing!
Meisako: Thanks for being the 57th person to point that out to me...
Diggory: Sorry-
Meisako: You'd better be!
Please tune in again to the next episode for 'There was an old woman who lived in a shoe' or *HEY! My mom's not old, you take that back you stupid announcer guy, or I'll fire you! I can't believe you insulted my mother like that! You are having a serious deduction in you paycheck, I hope you know!!!*