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 (and all first years) are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter Twenty Five: The Boy-Who-Died
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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, Lotesse, Taracollwen ( SuNnY GuRL), Kitty c., Hermione Radcliffe, SlyCat, Ashley, and AMBER!!!. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya! Just so you know, I read and re-read each and every review. You are my inspiration!
BTW: I know, I know. Don't hate me! Things will get better by chapter 28... I hope! I'm working on it!
Amber: I hope I haven't weirded you out (too much)! Keep reading, kay? Don't worry, MOST of your questions will be answered in this chapter.
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Harry and Dumbledore quickly arrived back at the scene to find Lupin, Fletcher and Mrs. Figg talking venomously to Professor Snape as a wide-eyed McGonagall paced around the room, obviously annoying Madam Pomfrey, who was checking each student for life. Satisfied with one, she would move to the next. Albus Dumbledore, however, seemed to temporarily lose his sanity as they approached. His eyes darted, horrified from one limp student to the next, finally falling upon Harry's body in the center of the corridor, slowly taking in the pool of blood into his thoughts.
THe headmaster finally turned and faced Harry. "Hermione, this is a very serious event and I know you must be takeing this as hard as I... but... but I need you to tell me everything you saw, heard, felt... anything." Like Harry, Dumbledore was visibly shaken. He placed a trembling hand on 'Hermione's' shoulder and lend Harry into a corner by a large window. Their eyes met firmly. "Tell me all that happened here."
Harry stared into the old wizard's eyes, not daring to lie to him. "Then, I suppose I should begin with the most important fact- I'm not Hermione, Professor Dumbledore. I am Harry Potter." Dumbledore took a step back and looked Harry over, obviously not believing him. "Professor-- I don't know how I can prove it to you, but this is me- inside Hermione's body!" Harry sensed tension building in his own voice.
Something Dumbledore saw in Harry's eyes sparked the twinkle to return to his own. He nodded slowly and turned around, breathing heavily before turning back to the young boy, now girl. "How?"
"I can't be positive how it happened, but I can tell you all that I can." Harry took in a great volume of air before begining. "Hermione, Ron, and I were walking to the Great Hall to get some food- we missed lunch while I was in the Hospital Wing -and we noticed there were alot of students around us." The headmaster nodded in understanding, encouraging him to go on. "Then Ron said something in another language..."
"Can you recall what he said?" Dumbledore asked hopefully.
"Erm- Not really. Widlumiunoqui umi something or something else like that. I really wasn't listening to the words. It was how he spoke them."
"How?"
"His words were just so hateful and overpowering- Ron definately not himself. His eyes got sort of foggy and... well... dead looking." Harry felt uneasy. Remembering the much-too-recent events caused him to shudder. "I told Hermione to get you, but we got surrounded by students-"
"All of these children here?" Dumbledore interjected.
Harry nodded. "Yes- all of them. They all had the same look as Ron and were saying the same thing over and over again. Ron shoved Hermione to the floor and that feeling came back... The one I'm used to getting where I feel that some one is staring into my soul... and then I closed my eyes." Harry stared at 'Hermione's' socked feet, wiggling 'her' toes.
"You- closed your eyes?" Dumbledore sounded disappointed. "And when you opened your eyes... you were in another student's body?" Harry tried to avoid meeting the headmaster's worried and confused gaze.
"Oh, no. When I closed my eyes... I got a different feeling. I felt like I was being torn in two- Then some one shoved me and I fell to the ground, well, my body did, and I heard a scream. I was kind of hovering in the air for a moment before I was pulled into something... Then I opened my eyes and found myself in Hermione's body..." Harry clentched his hands into fists, trying to control his overwhelming emotions from getting the better of him. A tear dripped down 'Hermione's' cheek and Harry turned from the wizard. He met Snape's gaze, who nodded sympathetically.
"Hermio- Mr. Potter, I mean... I believe I have the answer to your dilema. Your soul was being taken from your body, just as these students here once had." Harry's heart stopped as he listened intensly to the wise voice for anything to grasp on. "Miss Granger tried to stop the separation by knocking you out of harm's way. She obviously fell into your spirit, which knocked her own out. Do you understand, Harry?" Dumbledore studied 'Hermione's' face for some sign of acceptance to the theory.
"Not really..."
"Like that Muggle game, dominoes. The force of both your sould coiliding cause her soul to to fall over. Simply gravitational law, really..." He said in a thoughtful voice.
"I understand now, I'm pretty sure. But then... that means Hermione's soul is out there, somewhere?" Harry looked around, as if he would be able to find her.
"Yes- but all can be fixxed by a simple saiance, I believe. But until then, I don't think anyone should know about this. I think Minerva should be filled in- to, erm- answer any questions you might have. Sybill however, shouldn't need this information to preform the saiance successfully." Dumbledore began to think aloud.
"What about the Order?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Your soul is safe as of now- I don't think the 'security' should remain as tight. They would draw attention to you."
"Surely I can tell Sirius, right?" Harry's eye's pleaded with him.
"I'm sorry, you can't. Even if you could..." Harry followed Dumbledore's gaze to a man being carried in on a stretcher. Sirius Black was the man.
Harry pulled away from Professor Dumbledore's light grasp. "Sirius, no!" Tears were flying from the corner of 'Hermione's' eyes unceasingly. "No!" He suddenly felt string arms around him, holding him back from reaching his godfather.
"Hermione, no... Please, be still." Remus Lupin pulled 'Hermione' into a tight hug. "He'll be fine. He merely needs sometime to recover, so will Ron. Soon they'll be up and about, don't you fret." Harry allowed himself to be hugged as he cried. Was Sirius caught up in the attack too? Had he aslo tried to help Harry? He felt a hand on the back of 'Hermione's' head, touching the curly hair. "Hush no, things will get better-"
Harry somehow couldn't stand Lupin's compassion at that time. All he wanted was to get to Sirius. He wanted to scream out, but he thought it uncharacteristic of Hermione, so he merely cried. "Oh Professor!"
Mudungus Fletcher now stood beside them. "Harry'll be fine, too. Just you see. He'll be fine."
"How is-"
"He... erm," Mrs. Figg couldn't seem to find the right words. "He's alive, but barely." She wiped her eyes lightly. "His soul's gone and Madam Pomfrey says it's the worst case she's seen yet. And the bleeding!" Mrs. Figg was holding back tears. "Hermione, dear, they don't think the bleeding will stop." A tear escaped her eyes and slid down her withering cheek.
Harry suddenly felt ill and slid to the floor in a small pathetic looking heap. The tears had gone and Harry knew they wouldn't come back. He didn't have anymore tears left to cry. 'Hermione's' eyes felt heavy and swollen. The Order of the Phoenix looked at him helplessly before silently taking their leave. Harry sat still for a long time, unaware of events going on around him. Not noticing Madam Pomfrey taking his body to the Hospital Wing, not paying attention when Professor McGonagall gave a small gasp as Dumbledore exlained what had happened, not even caring that Lupin and Snape were being civil to each other for the time being. A small groan jolted him from his dazed state and he spun around to face a small girl sitting up.
"Oh my head..." Ginny slowly opened her eyes and Harry crawled over to her.
"Ginny!"
"Hermione? Oh! You're covered in blood!" Her face went pale. "Is- Did I..." She looked around and her eyes weld up. "I DID attack Harry! How could I? Is he..." A tear dripped into her lap. "I didn't mean to!" She began to sob uncontrolably. Another groan, followed by another signified the waking of other fallen students. The moans were soon followed by crying, much as Ginny had, when they realized what they had done.
Harry felt another hand on 'Hermione's' shoulder. "I'm sorry Hermione," Ron said shakily. "I couldn't help it- I wanted to, but-" His voice dropped. "He's dead, isn't he?"
Harry shook 'Hermione's' head. "No- but they say he's only just hanging on, and they can't stop the bleeding." Ginny cried louder and Ron pulled her into a hug.
"Don't cry, Gin. You couldn't do anything to stop it. You aren't to blame... I'm sure Harry forgives you. He knows you better than that. It's not anyone here's fault..." Ron looked sadly at Harry with his voice lowered considerably, "Or is it?"
Another noise startled Harry and he turned his head to see Sirius begining to stand. "Snuffles!" A slight smile crossed 'Hermione's' face as the weary looking man walked slowly towards them with a meaningful look impressed upon his. Ginny listened as Ron quickly and quietly explained that 'Snuffles' was a friend of Harry's. "Snuffles- are you alright? Were you attacked too?" He shook his head.
"I tried to control the voice- I tried, but it was too powerful." Ron and Ginny nodded in agreement, they knew exactly what he was talking about. "I tried so hard- I- I passed out. When I woke up, Remus told me what happened and..." Sirius's mouth moved but emitted no sound. His mouth seemed to have suddenly dried up and he could speak no more, and his eyes were small with many lines defining them. Harry had never seen him this way and wanted to cry because of the pain he was putting his godfather through. How his heart ached...
There was a blood curdling scream as Sariah Tassel saw the pool of blood. "We've killed him! Oh Lord- Harry Potter's dead!" She fell to her knees and touched the life giving fluid, crying. "It's still warm..."
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Meisako: I know, I know! Please don't hate me! Sorry it took me so long, by the way. I just got a job! :) I know, I'm just making up escuses for my lazieness...
Weasley: Hi hi!
Meisako: Oh, hi Ginny! I don't remember inviting you to an interview today...
Weasley: That's because you didn't. Draco Malfoy suddenly caught the flu and I'm filling in.
Meisako: That's alright- I've got a chimney.
Weasley: What? I don't understand...
Meisako: You said he's got floo. And I said I've got a chimney...
Weasley: No! I said flu, not floo!
Meisako: Who's talking about the flu?
Weasley: I was. Draco's got it.
Meisako: Floo, not flu! Honestly, Ginny. Sometimes I think you're more like a Muggle than the Dursleys...
Weasley: Wha? No- I was talking about the sickness!
Meisako: I repeat! Floo, not flu!
Weasley: You don't understand...
Meisako: I now see the resemblence to your uncle... The accountant...
Weasley: You're hopeless...
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl (and all first years) are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter Twenty Five: The Boy-Who-Died
I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction: Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, Lotesse, Taracollwen ( SuNnY GuRL), Kitty c., Hermione Radcliffe, SlyCat, Ashley, and AMBER!!!. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya! Just so you know, I read and re-read each and every review. You are my inspiration!
BTW: I know, I know. Don't hate me! Things will get better by chapter 28... I hope! I'm working on it!
Amber: I hope I haven't weirded you out (too much)! Keep reading, kay? Don't worry, MOST of your questions will be answered in this chapter.
*****
Harry and Dumbledore quickly arrived back at the scene to find Lupin, Fletcher and Mrs. Figg talking venomously to Professor Snape as a wide-eyed McGonagall paced around the room, obviously annoying Madam Pomfrey, who was checking each student for life. Satisfied with one, she would move to the next. Albus Dumbledore, however, seemed to temporarily lose his sanity as they approached. His eyes darted, horrified from one limp student to the next, finally falling upon Harry's body in the center of the corridor, slowly taking in the pool of blood into his thoughts.
THe headmaster finally turned and faced Harry. "Hermione, this is a very serious event and I know you must be takeing this as hard as I... but... but I need you to tell me everything you saw, heard, felt... anything." Like Harry, Dumbledore was visibly shaken. He placed a trembling hand on 'Hermione's' shoulder and lend Harry into a corner by a large window. Their eyes met firmly. "Tell me all that happened here."
Harry stared into the old wizard's eyes, not daring to lie to him. "Then, I suppose I should begin with the most important fact- I'm not Hermione, Professor Dumbledore. I am Harry Potter." Dumbledore took a step back and looked Harry over, obviously not believing him. "Professor-- I don't know how I can prove it to you, but this is me- inside Hermione's body!" Harry sensed tension building in his own voice.
Something Dumbledore saw in Harry's eyes sparked the twinkle to return to his own. He nodded slowly and turned around, breathing heavily before turning back to the young boy, now girl. "How?"
"I can't be positive how it happened, but I can tell you all that I can." Harry took in a great volume of air before begining. "Hermione, Ron, and I were walking to the Great Hall to get some food- we missed lunch while I was in the Hospital Wing -and we noticed there were alot of students around us." The headmaster nodded in understanding, encouraging him to go on. "Then Ron said something in another language..."
"Can you recall what he said?" Dumbledore asked hopefully.
"Erm- Not really. Widlumiunoqui umi something or something else like that. I really wasn't listening to the words. It was how he spoke them."
"How?"
"His words were just so hateful and overpowering- Ron definately not himself. His eyes got sort of foggy and... well... dead looking." Harry felt uneasy. Remembering the much-too-recent events caused him to shudder. "I told Hermione to get you, but we got surrounded by students-"
"All of these children here?" Dumbledore interjected.
Harry nodded. "Yes- all of them. They all had the same look as Ron and were saying the same thing over and over again. Ron shoved Hermione to the floor and that feeling came back... The one I'm used to getting where I feel that some one is staring into my soul... and then I closed my eyes." Harry stared at 'Hermione's' socked feet, wiggling 'her' toes.
"You- closed your eyes?" Dumbledore sounded disappointed. "And when you opened your eyes... you were in another student's body?" Harry tried to avoid meeting the headmaster's worried and confused gaze.
"Oh, no. When I closed my eyes... I got a different feeling. I felt like I was being torn in two- Then some one shoved me and I fell to the ground, well, my body did, and I heard a scream. I was kind of hovering in the air for a moment before I was pulled into something... Then I opened my eyes and found myself in Hermione's body..." Harry clentched his hands into fists, trying to control his overwhelming emotions from getting the better of him. A tear dripped down 'Hermione's' cheek and Harry turned from the wizard. He met Snape's gaze, who nodded sympathetically.
"Hermio- Mr. Potter, I mean... I believe I have the answer to your dilema. Your soul was being taken from your body, just as these students here once had." Harry's heart stopped as he listened intensly to the wise voice for anything to grasp on. "Miss Granger tried to stop the separation by knocking you out of harm's way. She obviously fell into your spirit, which knocked her own out. Do you understand, Harry?" Dumbledore studied 'Hermione's' face for some sign of acceptance to the theory.
"Not really..."
"Like that Muggle game, dominoes. The force of both your sould coiliding cause her soul to to fall over. Simply gravitational law, really..." He said in a thoughtful voice.
"I understand now, I'm pretty sure. But then... that means Hermione's soul is out there, somewhere?" Harry looked around, as if he would be able to find her.
"Yes- but all can be fixxed by a simple saiance, I believe. But until then, I don't think anyone should know about this. I think Minerva should be filled in- to, erm- answer any questions you might have. Sybill however, shouldn't need this information to preform the saiance successfully." Dumbledore began to think aloud.
"What about the Order?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Your soul is safe as of now- I don't think the 'security' should remain as tight. They would draw attention to you."
"Surely I can tell Sirius, right?" Harry's eye's pleaded with him.
"I'm sorry, you can't. Even if you could..." Harry followed Dumbledore's gaze to a man being carried in on a stretcher. Sirius Black was the man.
Harry pulled away from Professor Dumbledore's light grasp. "Sirius, no!" Tears were flying from the corner of 'Hermione's' eyes unceasingly. "No!" He suddenly felt string arms around him, holding him back from reaching his godfather.
"Hermione, no... Please, be still." Remus Lupin pulled 'Hermione' into a tight hug. "He'll be fine. He merely needs sometime to recover, so will Ron. Soon they'll be up and about, don't you fret." Harry allowed himself to be hugged as he cried. Was Sirius caught up in the attack too? Had he aslo tried to help Harry? He felt a hand on the back of 'Hermione's' head, touching the curly hair. "Hush no, things will get better-"
Harry somehow couldn't stand Lupin's compassion at that time. All he wanted was to get to Sirius. He wanted to scream out, but he thought it uncharacteristic of Hermione, so he merely cried. "Oh Professor!"
Mudungus Fletcher now stood beside them. "Harry'll be fine, too. Just you see. He'll be fine."
"How is-"
"He... erm," Mrs. Figg couldn't seem to find the right words. "He's alive, but barely." She wiped her eyes lightly. "His soul's gone and Madam Pomfrey says it's the worst case she's seen yet. And the bleeding!" Mrs. Figg was holding back tears. "Hermione, dear, they don't think the bleeding will stop." A tear escaped her eyes and slid down her withering cheek.
Harry suddenly felt ill and slid to the floor in a small pathetic looking heap. The tears had gone and Harry knew they wouldn't come back. He didn't have anymore tears left to cry. 'Hermione's' eyes felt heavy and swollen. The Order of the Phoenix looked at him helplessly before silently taking their leave. Harry sat still for a long time, unaware of events going on around him. Not noticing Madam Pomfrey taking his body to the Hospital Wing, not paying attention when Professor McGonagall gave a small gasp as Dumbledore exlained what had happened, not even caring that Lupin and Snape were being civil to each other for the time being. A small groan jolted him from his dazed state and he spun around to face a small girl sitting up.
"Oh my head..." Ginny slowly opened her eyes and Harry crawled over to her.
"Ginny!"
"Hermione? Oh! You're covered in blood!" Her face went pale. "Is- Did I..." She looked around and her eyes weld up. "I DID attack Harry! How could I? Is he..." A tear dripped into her lap. "I didn't mean to!" She began to sob uncontrolably. Another groan, followed by another signified the waking of other fallen students. The moans were soon followed by crying, much as Ginny had, when they realized what they had done.
Harry felt another hand on 'Hermione's' shoulder. "I'm sorry Hermione," Ron said shakily. "I couldn't help it- I wanted to, but-" His voice dropped. "He's dead, isn't he?"
Harry shook 'Hermione's' head. "No- but they say he's only just hanging on, and they can't stop the bleeding." Ginny cried louder and Ron pulled her into a hug.
"Don't cry, Gin. You couldn't do anything to stop it. You aren't to blame... I'm sure Harry forgives you. He knows you better than that. It's not anyone here's fault..." Ron looked sadly at Harry with his voice lowered considerably, "Or is it?"
Another noise startled Harry and he turned his head to see Sirius begining to stand. "Snuffles!" A slight smile crossed 'Hermione's' face as the weary looking man walked slowly towards them with a meaningful look impressed upon his. Ginny listened as Ron quickly and quietly explained that 'Snuffles' was a friend of Harry's. "Snuffles- are you alright? Were you attacked too?" He shook his head.
"I tried to control the voice- I tried, but it was too powerful." Ron and Ginny nodded in agreement, they knew exactly what he was talking about. "I tried so hard- I- I passed out. When I woke up, Remus told me what happened and..." Sirius's mouth moved but emitted no sound. His mouth seemed to have suddenly dried up and he could speak no more, and his eyes were small with many lines defining them. Harry had never seen him this way and wanted to cry because of the pain he was putting his godfather through. How his heart ached...
There was a blood curdling scream as Sariah Tassel saw the pool of blood. "We've killed him! Oh Lord- Harry Potter's dead!" She fell to her knees and touched the life giving fluid, crying. "It's still warm..."
Meisako: I know, I know! Please don't hate me! Sorry it took me so long, by the way. I just got a job! :) I know, I'm just making up escuses for my lazieness...
Weasley: Hi hi!
Meisako: Oh, hi Ginny! I don't remember inviting you to an interview today...
Weasley: That's because you didn't. Draco Malfoy suddenly caught the flu and I'm filling in.
Meisako: That's alright- I've got a chimney.
Weasley: What? I don't understand...
Meisako: You said he's got floo. And I said I've got a chimney...
Weasley: No! I said flu, not floo!
Meisako: Who's talking about the flu?
Weasley: I was. Draco's got it.
Meisako: Floo, not flu! Honestly, Ginny. Sometimes I think you're more like a Muggle than the Dursleys...
Weasley: Wha? No- I was talking about the sickness!
Meisako: I repeat! Floo, not flu!
Weasley: You don't understand...
Meisako: I now see the resemblence to your uncle... The accountant...
Weasley: You're hopeless...
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.