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 Eight: Conflicts and Dominoes
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Like my song? I thought it was cute!
BTW, Kitty: Sirius and Snape weren't doing anything with Wormtail. They saw him out of a window when they were locking up exits.
Sorry for taking so long. My new job is kinda draining. That's alright- *sniff* I've only got a few more chapters to write... And then on with my NEXT story!! :)
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Another shrill unearthly sound peirced the walls of the school as the last of the seventh years disappeared into the flames. "Now we need to send you off, Harry-"
"Professor Dumbledore! They're at the front door!" Mrs. Figg stated nervously. "There isn't enough to time to send Harry to the Ministry and explain it all- and get Harry's body to them..."
The Headmaster looked grave as he nodded slowly. "Alright- to the Hospital Wing with you, Harry." He placed a hand firmly on Harry's shoulder and ushered him up the stairs. "Now, may I ask something of you?" They paused breifly at the infirmiry's door. "Have faith that we will get through this, Harry. Just have faith." His eyes dimly twinkled behind the half moon spectacles. Harry nodded.
"Very well. Now, step inside and I will lock the door. Please- remain here. I feel that this is the safest place for you right now."
"I understand, Professor." Harry went in the room and the door was quickly locked from the outside. Harry waited for the footsteps to die away before taking a seat on one of the beds. He flopped down and stared across the room, watching himself lying only a few beds away. Harry sighed. He was useless. Harry could in no way, benefit the school or the wizarding world at this point. Not from this body, at least.
A loud pounding sound somewhere in the castle startled Harry and he jumped. "What on earth..." Harry went to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain. Peering outside left his blood cold and a heavy sickness on his chest. At the front entrance to Hogwarts below him, were hundreds of black cloaked personages; casting spells on the front door to break it down. Harry dropped to his kness and pressed himself against the wall. The Dementors and Death Eaters were making their way inside. Harry's heart pounded with the steady banging on the door.
"Harry..."
Harry looked around. There was no one in the room with him. "Who's there?"
"Harry, you can hear me?" There was a faint voice somewhere in his head... a familiar voice.
"Is that you, Hermione? Yes- I can hear you!" Harry sat straight up.
"Thank the Lord! I've been trying to talk with you for a month now!" Hermione's voice was getting louder. "Harry... they're telling me to come back... they're telling me how..."
"Who?"
"The angels Harry... I see them all around you. You've got her eyes, Harry." Hermione said near casually.
"You see- my MUM?" Harry looked around and saw no one. "Where?"
"Oh, Harry... You can't see them They're angels. People can't see angels unless the angels give up their privledges- We've talked about it, your parents and I." Hermione's voice was steadily getting louder. "Listen, Harry- They've told me a way to come back... but... Will you listen carefully and do what I ask?"
The hairs on the back of his neck prickled suddenly and he turned around. "Hermione!" A ghostly image of Hermione stood next to him, smiling slightly and glowing a silvery white. Upon her hung a sun white garment that covered every inch of skin, besides her face, but the bottom was cut off- as if an eraser had been taken to a lightly sketcked drawing. "Hermione..." Harry reached forward to touch her, to see if she was real; but she backed away from his fingers.
"No- Harry, you can't! I only get one chance to come back... please don't ruin this!"
Harry nodded solemnly and put his hand down. "What do you need me to do?"
Hermione smiled at Harry as though the answer was completely obvious. "Play dominoes with me." Harry was dumbfounded. How would playing dominoes bring Hermione back?
"Please... stand next to your body and place you hand on your scar... Then close your eyes. It would be best, really, to close your eyes." Harry did as he was told, not questioning anything.
"But close my eyes?" Harry turned back to Hermione, to see a look of concentration and deep detirmination on her face- as she came towards Harry in a wind breaking run. Harry closed his eyes and waited for it. It wasn't the smacking sensation he anticipated, but rather a cold sucking feeling. The same feeling he had when Hermione had knocked him out of the way so long ago-
Harry felt a coldness sweep through him as the room spun out of focus. A searing pain sprung in Harry's forehead but diminished as soon as he opened his eyes. They hurt, his eyes, and it was if he had never used them before. He layed on a bed, staring at the ceiling for sometime before realizing there was a weight on him.
"Hermes?" He sat up and shook the slumped over girl slightly, marveling at the connection his thoughts had with his actions and his body. His own body. "Hermes, you alright?"
"Did it work?" Hermione said slowly as she fidgetted in waking. "Am I-" Hermione sat up and a smiled. "I've done it!" She turned to Harry, tears forming in her eyes. "Harry- I've done it!" She flexed her fingers and then pinched herself. "Bolt... I'm back."
Harry smiled, grasping his scar slightly. "I'm happy for you."
"Oh, Harry! I'm sorry. I didn't even think abou-"
"No Hermione. You needed to come back and I needed to get in my own body. Don't worry about me. This is for the best." Harry placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder and she turned away.
"I'm sorry."
Harry slowly got out of bed, feeling strangly refreshed, and opened a cupboard. "You'll want this-" Harry took out a box and sorted through it, finally digging Hermione's wand out- and then his own.
Hermione stood up and retreived her wand. "What do we do now? Wait for something to come and get us?"
"I don't know- Professor Dumbledore said to wait here- so we stay." Harry said, taking a seat in a chair. Hermione gave a yelp and Harry stood from his seat again, wand readied. "What!?"
"I'm wearing trousers! Harry- I don't even own any trousers!" Hermione spat in disgust, examining the slacks.
"Well- I don't fancy skirts as well as you..." Harry said, blushing. Hermione just giggled.
"You don't? They're quite comfortable, really... but, whose are these?"
"Ron's-" Hermione looked shocked and Harry laughed. "You should have seen his face when I asked to borrow them!" Hermione laughed along with him. It was good to hear Hermione laugh again. It was good to have Hermione back. How he missed her-
"Harry?"
"What?"
"Where are the other students?" Hermione asked, sitting on a bed.
"At the ministry... Dumbledore sent them via floo powd-" Harry paused, a horrified expression crossed his face.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione got up again and ran over to him. "What's wrong?"
Harry looked up at Hermione, sort of confused. "We left Renate in the Great Hall... She didn't get sent to the Ministry! We have to get her-"
"Alohomora!" Hermione cried, one step ahead of Harry. The door burst open. "We've got to get Renate out of the school!"
They ran down the corridor together, thoughts jumbled. "I think every one's in the Great Hall!"
The coldness in the air led Harry to believe Hermione had been correct. It also led Harry to believe that the Dementors were in the building with them. "We'll have to be careful, Hermione. We have to do our best to stay out of sight-- Who knows what we'll encouter in there-" Harry panted.
"Oh- I know..." Hermione had stopped in the corridor, slightly shaking. Harry stopped beside her, clutching a stitch in his side.
"What?" Harry looked from her scared face to the Great Hall entrance- the doors had been blown apart, displaying the area within completely to those who stood in the hallway from this angle.
The once beautiful room had become a battle feild. Sparks of light, cries of pain and anger, and the vision of Fallen Angels (A/N: Soliders who die in a battle/war are called Fallen Angels... That's only one of the reasons my story is called such...) met them as they peered inside. The remaining Ministrates and staff members had barracaded themselves behind a tall stack of assorted furniature and were furiously casting spells over the top of it, towards the other side of the room at the Death Eaters and Dementors, who were advancing on them.
"Hermione- find Professor Dumbledore and have him send you to the Ministry- go now!" Harry nudged her away as he stunned a Death Eater who had spotted them. Hermione made an irritated sound in her throat and conjured the Sheild Charm before creeping along side the wall to the 'good' side.
"Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione cried as she was safely behind the barrier. A few members of the Ministry shot her worried looks but continued to point their wands at the opposition nonetheless.
Professor Dumbledore looked up at Hermione, half in horror, half in anger. "Harry! What are you doing down here? I specifically told you to remain in the Hospital Wing!"
"But I'm not Harry! It's me! Hermione Granger-" A sudden burst of light filled the room and a white stag seemingly chased six or so Dementors away from the entrance to the room, then returned to a person in the empty doorway- Harry Potter.
"Harry!" Sirius stood up, exposing his head above the overturned table he had been hiding behind.
"Get down, you git!" Snape pulled the overly happy man to the ground as a bolt of acid yellow light struck the wall just behind them.
Dumbledore looked from Harry to Hermione, and then back to Harry. "How- Miss Granger... delighted as I am that you have returned to us at last, but I must insist that you return to the Hospital Wing with Harry-"
"But Professor!" Hermione pleaded. "We only came down here because Harry reckons he didn't see Renate get sent to the Ministry with the others-" Hermione jumped as a bolt of light struck a Ministrate's hand as he shot a curse over the barrier. His hand was now covered in large boils.
Dumbledore's eyes widen and he looked at the floor near the wall where he had left the Slytherin. "Minerva- have you seen Miss Engl? She was right by the wall here..."
Professor McGonagall looked over her shoulder. "No, Albus- Not since you brought her in..."
"Arabella?" Dumbledore called to the member of the Order. Mrs. Figg turned sharply. "Did you see Renate off to the Ministry?"
"Wha- Uh, no, Albus... I thought you had her."
Dumbledore looked back to the place she had last been seen. "Merlin have mercy..."
Harry stealthily darted along the wall and joined them safely. "Professor- I felt something... there's something coming this way." As if on cue, a great rumbling in the ground occured.
"Reinforcements." Dumbledore said, matter-of-factly. A crunching sound was heard as bits of the stone entrance way gave in, broken off by the heads of some very tall hill giants. A cheer rose from Harry's side of the Hall, as the two and one-half dozen figures entered and began kicking aside Dementors and Death Eaters alike.
"Madam Maxime!" Professor Delacour shouted jubouantly. "Zank ze 'eavens!" The half-giant woman looked stern and very distressed, but was followed by another half-giant, this one a man who looked as rough as ever.
"Hagrid!" cried Harry, Hermione, and a third voice.
Harry and Hermione turned to see a freckled, red-haired boy sitting behind them. "Hullo Harry, Hermione- Fancy meeting you here!" Harry just stared blankly as a bit of wood landed in Hermione's hair from a table across the room that had just been smashed to bits.
"Ronald Barnard Weasley!" Ron's ears turned pink as he turned to face his father, a member of the Ministry who had decided to join the battle. "What are you doing here? No- Tell me later. Get back to the Ministry... now." A red flash of light and a cloud of dust and rock filled the room.
"Erm... that Death Eater just blew up the fireplace-" Ron leaned away from his father, who had a looked of venomous rage about him. Mrs. Weasley was certainly going to hear about this one...
"Harry, Hermione... Ron" Dumbledore peered over his glasses at them. "I need you to sit over there- Remus and Sirius will protect you. Go, now- And don't stand... that will make you vunerable." Dumbledore commanded, all kindness in his voice now gone, in light of the current sitiutation.
They got to their corner and sat close. "We're of no more help down here than we are up stairs." Harry said glumly as Sirius sat down next to them.
"Harry, Hermione... I can't believe you! And you, Ron!" Sirius growled in a very dog-like manner. "What are you doing here!? You went to the Ministry- I saw you!"
Remus waved his wand at a Death Eater who had been sent flying over the blockade by a giant's club. With a flick of the wrist, the Death Eater was flung back.
Ron looked angry. "How could I not come back!? Harry was here... Harry- I just couldn't leave Harry to face this alone!" At no other time had Harry felt more of an overwhelming sense of gratitude than he did at that moment. Harry felt he could have hugged Ron, but restrained himself from doing so.
"Alrigh', Harry?" Hagrid called over the crys of the not-so-small war going on in the Great Hall.
Before Harry could call out a reply, a white noise flooded over them. It was silent, but war raged on. It was as if everyone had gone deaf and the world was spinning in slow motion, A figure dressed in a grey cloak walked staright down the center of 'no man's land'. With a genderless voice it spoke a few choice words and snapped it's whitish fingers.
The walls of the school and the barriers put up by the opposing sides vanished with a faint pop - or every one had been transported far away, as they were now in an unfamiliar spacious grassy feild, with a large clump of trees off to one side.
Harry glared at the figure, hatred boiling inside him. Harry stood, wand aimed.
"Wormtail- You murderer!"
The cloaked head turned toward Harry, musing. A pale, boney hand reached to pull the hood away.
"Think again- Mr. Potter..."
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Meisako: Ahhh- the suspense! :) Oh, I know you guys are upset that I waited soo long to post, but it takes me forever to type! I guess it doesn't help much that I watch TV while typing... It ends up taking like 6 1/2 hours that way! :) You know, I WOULD be interviewing Hermione, but I think I'll save that for the next chapter- as I have had this thing on my mind for a long time...
JK Rowling has a thing for 'H' words
Have you noticed how many 'H' words there are in Harry Potter? I've written a small, stupid, and impractical paragraph to illistrate my point using only 'H' words found in Harry Potter:
What would happen if Hagrid was Headmaster of Hogwarts and Harry Potter had held the role of Hufflepuff Head of House? He would have Hedwig and Hermes to help him. Hermione could have the job of Herbology and Hannah Abbot, History of Magic. And the Hat has the power to sort.
I'm sure there are more... I had a whole list of like 23! You know... now that I look back at this- I think I'm losing my mind... It's not at all as funny as it was- uh... last week? Next time I'll make sure it's worth reading before I waste a review. But seeing how it is 11:11 pm and I've been typing since 3:57-- I'll just leave it as is... OKAY!
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 Eight: Conflicts and Dominoes
Like my song? I thought it was cute!
BTW, Kitty: Sirius and Snape weren't doing anything with Wormtail. They saw him out of a window when they were locking up exits.
Sorry for taking so long. My new job is kinda draining. That's alright- *sniff* I've only got a few more chapters to write... And then on with my NEXT story!! :)
*****
Another shrill unearthly sound peirced the walls of the school as the last of the seventh years disappeared into the flames. "Now we need to send you off, Harry-"
"Professor Dumbledore! They're at the front door!" Mrs. Figg stated nervously. "There isn't enough to time to send Harry to the Ministry and explain it all- and get Harry's body to them..."
The Headmaster looked grave as he nodded slowly. "Alright- to the Hospital Wing with you, Harry." He placed a hand firmly on Harry's shoulder and ushered him up the stairs. "Now, may I ask something of you?" They paused breifly at the infirmiry's door. "Have faith that we will get through this, Harry. Just have faith." His eyes dimly twinkled behind the half moon spectacles. Harry nodded.
"Very well. Now, step inside and I will lock the door. Please- remain here. I feel that this is the safest place for you right now."
"I understand, Professor." Harry went in the room and the door was quickly locked from the outside. Harry waited for the footsteps to die away before taking a seat on one of the beds. He flopped down and stared across the room, watching himself lying only a few beds away. Harry sighed. He was useless. Harry could in no way, benefit the school or the wizarding world at this point. Not from this body, at least.
A loud pounding sound somewhere in the castle startled Harry and he jumped. "What on earth..." Harry went to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain. Peering outside left his blood cold and a heavy sickness on his chest. At the front entrance to Hogwarts below him, were hundreds of black cloaked personages; casting spells on the front door to break it down. Harry dropped to his kness and pressed himself against the wall. The Dementors and Death Eaters were making their way inside. Harry's heart pounded with the steady banging on the door.
"Harry..."
Harry looked around. There was no one in the room with him. "Who's there?"
"Harry, you can hear me?" There was a faint voice somewhere in his head... a familiar voice.
"Is that you, Hermione? Yes- I can hear you!" Harry sat straight up.
"Thank the Lord! I've been trying to talk with you for a month now!" Hermione's voice was getting louder. "Harry... they're telling me to come back... they're telling me how..."
"Who?"
"The angels Harry... I see them all around you. You've got her eyes, Harry." Hermione said near casually.
"You see- my MUM?" Harry looked around and saw no one. "Where?"
"Oh, Harry... You can't see them They're angels. People can't see angels unless the angels give up their privledges- We've talked about it, your parents and I." Hermione's voice was steadily getting louder. "Listen, Harry- They've told me a way to come back... but... Will you listen carefully and do what I ask?"
The hairs on the back of his neck prickled suddenly and he turned around. "Hermione!" A ghostly image of Hermione stood next to him, smiling slightly and glowing a silvery white. Upon her hung a sun white garment that covered every inch of skin, besides her face, but the bottom was cut off- as if an eraser had been taken to a lightly sketcked drawing. "Hermione..." Harry reached forward to touch her, to see if she was real; but she backed away from his fingers.
"No- Harry, you can't! I only get one chance to come back... please don't ruin this!"
Harry nodded solemnly and put his hand down. "What do you need me to do?"
Hermione smiled at Harry as though the answer was completely obvious. "Play dominoes with me." Harry was dumbfounded. How would playing dominoes bring Hermione back?
"Please... stand next to your body and place you hand on your scar... Then close your eyes. It would be best, really, to close your eyes." Harry did as he was told, not questioning anything.
"But close my eyes?" Harry turned back to Hermione, to see a look of concentration and deep detirmination on her face- as she came towards Harry in a wind breaking run. Harry closed his eyes and waited for it. It wasn't the smacking sensation he anticipated, but rather a cold sucking feeling. The same feeling he had when Hermione had knocked him out of the way so long ago-
Harry felt a coldness sweep through him as the room spun out of focus. A searing pain sprung in Harry's forehead but diminished as soon as he opened his eyes. They hurt, his eyes, and it was if he had never used them before. He layed on a bed, staring at the ceiling for sometime before realizing there was a weight on him.
"Hermes?" He sat up and shook the slumped over girl slightly, marveling at the connection his thoughts had with his actions and his body. His own body. "Hermes, you alright?"
"Did it work?" Hermione said slowly as she fidgetted in waking. "Am I-" Hermione sat up and a smiled. "I've done it!" She turned to Harry, tears forming in her eyes. "Harry- I've done it!" She flexed her fingers and then pinched herself. "Bolt... I'm back."
Harry smiled, grasping his scar slightly. "I'm happy for you."
"Oh, Harry! I'm sorry. I didn't even think abou-"
"No Hermione. You needed to come back and I needed to get in my own body. Don't worry about me. This is for the best." Harry placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder and she turned away.
"I'm sorry."
Harry slowly got out of bed, feeling strangly refreshed, and opened a cupboard. "You'll want this-" Harry took out a box and sorted through it, finally digging Hermione's wand out- and then his own.
Hermione stood up and retreived her wand. "What do we do now? Wait for something to come and get us?"
"I don't know- Professor Dumbledore said to wait here- so we stay." Harry said, taking a seat in a chair. Hermione gave a yelp and Harry stood from his seat again, wand readied. "What!?"
"I'm wearing trousers! Harry- I don't even own any trousers!" Hermione spat in disgust, examining the slacks.
"Well- I don't fancy skirts as well as you..." Harry said, blushing. Hermione just giggled.
"You don't? They're quite comfortable, really... but, whose are these?"
"Ron's-" Hermione looked shocked and Harry laughed. "You should have seen his face when I asked to borrow them!" Hermione laughed along with him. It was good to hear Hermione laugh again. It was good to have Hermione back. How he missed her-
"Harry?"
"What?"
"Where are the other students?" Hermione asked, sitting on a bed.
"At the ministry... Dumbledore sent them via floo powd-" Harry paused, a horrified expression crossed his face.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione got up again and ran over to him. "What's wrong?"
Harry looked up at Hermione, sort of confused. "We left Renate in the Great Hall... She didn't get sent to the Ministry! We have to get her-"
"Alohomora!" Hermione cried, one step ahead of Harry. The door burst open. "We've got to get Renate out of the school!"
They ran down the corridor together, thoughts jumbled. "I think every one's in the Great Hall!"
The coldness in the air led Harry to believe Hermione had been correct. It also led Harry to believe that the Dementors were in the building with them. "We'll have to be careful, Hermione. We have to do our best to stay out of sight-- Who knows what we'll encouter in there-" Harry panted.
"Oh- I know..." Hermione had stopped in the corridor, slightly shaking. Harry stopped beside her, clutching a stitch in his side.
"What?" Harry looked from her scared face to the Great Hall entrance- the doors had been blown apart, displaying the area within completely to those who stood in the hallway from this angle.
The once beautiful room had become a battle feild. Sparks of light, cries of pain and anger, and the vision of Fallen Angels (A/N: Soliders who die in a battle/war are called Fallen Angels... That's only one of the reasons my story is called such...) met them as they peered inside. The remaining Ministrates and staff members had barracaded themselves behind a tall stack of assorted furniature and were furiously casting spells over the top of it, towards the other side of the room at the Death Eaters and Dementors, who were advancing on them.
"Hermione- find Professor Dumbledore and have him send you to the Ministry- go now!" Harry nudged her away as he stunned a Death Eater who had spotted them. Hermione made an irritated sound in her throat and conjured the Sheild Charm before creeping along side the wall to the 'good' side.
"Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione cried as she was safely behind the barrier. A few members of the Ministry shot her worried looks but continued to point their wands at the opposition nonetheless.
Professor Dumbledore looked up at Hermione, half in horror, half in anger. "Harry! What are you doing down here? I specifically told you to remain in the Hospital Wing!"
"But I'm not Harry! It's me! Hermione Granger-" A sudden burst of light filled the room and a white stag seemingly chased six or so Dementors away from the entrance to the room, then returned to a person in the empty doorway- Harry Potter.
"Harry!" Sirius stood up, exposing his head above the overturned table he had been hiding behind.
"Get down, you git!" Snape pulled the overly happy man to the ground as a bolt of acid yellow light struck the wall just behind them.
Dumbledore looked from Harry to Hermione, and then back to Harry. "How- Miss Granger... delighted as I am that you have returned to us at last, but I must insist that you return to the Hospital Wing with Harry-"
"But Professor!" Hermione pleaded. "We only came down here because Harry reckons he didn't see Renate get sent to the Ministry with the others-" Hermione jumped as a bolt of light struck a Ministrate's hand as he shot a curse over the barrier. His hand was now covered in large boils.
Dumbledore's eyes widen and he looked at the floor near the wall where he had left the Slytherin. "Minerva- have you seen Miss Engl? She was right by the wall here..."
Professor McGonagall looked over her shoulder. "No, Albus- Not since you brought her in..."
"Arabella?" Dumbledore called to the member of the Order. Mrs. Figg turned sharply. "Did you see Renate off to the Ministry?"
"Wha- Uh, no, Albus... I thought you had her."
Dumbledore looked back to the place she had last been seen. "Merlin have mercy..."
Harry stealthily darted along the wall and joined them safely. "Professor- I felt something... there's something coming this way." As if on cue, a great rumbling in the ground occured.
"Reinforcements." Dumbledore said, matter-of-factly. A crunching sound was heard as bits of the stone entrance way gave in, broken off by the heads of some very tall hill giants. A cheer rose from Harry's side of the Hall, as the two and one-half dozen figures entered and began kicking aside Dementors and Death Eaters alike.
"Madam Maxime!" Professor Delacour shouted jubouantly. "Zank ze 'eavens!" The half-giant woman looked stern and very distressed, but was followed by another half-giant, this one a man who looked as rough as ever.
"Hagrid!" cried Harry, Hermione, and a third voice.
Harry and Hermione turned to see a freckled, red-haired boy sitting behind them. "Hullo Harry, Hermione- Fancy meeting you here!" Harry just stared blankly as a bit of wood landed in Hermione's hair from a table across the room that had just been smashed to bits.
"Ronald Barnard Weasley!" Ron's ears turned pink as he turned to face his father, a member of the Ministry who had decided to join the battle. "What are you doing here? No- Tell me later. Get back to the Ministry... now." A red flash of light and a cloud of dust and rock filled the room.
"Erm... that Death Eater just blew up the fireplace-" Ron leaned away from his father, who had a looked of venomous rage about him. Mrs. Weasley was certainly going to hear about this one...
"Harry, Hermione... Ron" Dumbledore peered over his glasses at them. "I need you to sit over there- Remus and Sirius will protect you. Go, now- And don't stand... that will make you vunerable." Dumbledore commanded, all kindness in his voice now gone, in light of the current sitiutation.
They got to their corner and sat close. "We're of no more help down here than we are up stairs." Harry said glumly as Sirius sat down next to them.
"Harry, Hermione... I can't believe you! And you, Ron!" Sirius growled in a very dog-like manner. "What are you doing here!? You went to the Ministry- I saw you!"
Remus waved his wand at a Death Eater who had been sent flying over the blockade by a giant's club. With a flick of the wrist, the Death Eater was flung back.
Ron looked angry. "How could I not come back!? Harry was here... Harry- I just couldn't leave Harry to face this alone!" At no other time had Harry felt more of an overwhelming sense of gratitude than he did at that moment. Harry felt he could have hugged Ron, but restrained himself from doing so.
"Alrigh', Harry?" Hagrid called over the crys of the not-so-small war going on in the Great Hall.
Before Harry could call out a reply, a white noise flooded over them. It was silent, but war raged on. It was as if everyone had gone deaf and the world was spinning in slow motion, A figure dressed in a grey cloak walked staright down the center of 'no man's land'. With a genderless voice it spoke a few choice words and snapped it's whitish fingers.
The walls of the school and the barriers put up by the opposing sides vanished with a faint pop - or every one had been transported far away, as they were now in an unfamiliar spacious grassy feild, with a large clump of trees off to one side.
Harry glared at the figure, hatred boiling inside him. Harry stood, wand aimed.
"Wormtail- You murderer!"
The cloaked head turned toward Harry, musing. A pale, boney hand reached to pull the hood away.
"Think again- Mr. Potter..."
Meisako: Ahhh- the suspense! :) Oh, I know you guys are upset that I waited soo long to post, but it takes me forever to type! I guess it doesn't help much that I watch TV while typing... It ends up taking like 6 1/2 hours that way! :) You know, I WOULD be interviewing Hermione, but I think I'll save that for the next chapter- as I have had this thing on my mind for a long time...
Have you noticed how many 'H' words there are in Harry Potter? I've written a small, stupid, and impractical paragraph to illistrate my point using only 'H' words found in Harry Potter:
What would happen if Hagrid was Headmaster of Hogwarts and Harry Potter had held the role of Hufflepuff Head of House? He would have Hedwig and Hermes to help him. Hermione could have the job of Herbology and Hannah Abbot, History of Magic. And the Hat has the power to sort.
I'm sure there are more... I had a whole list of like 23! You know... now that I look back at this- I think I'm losing my mind... It's not at all as funny as it was- uh... last week? Next time I'll make sure it's worth reading before I waste a review. But seeing how it is 11:11 pm and I've been typing since 3:57-- I'll just leave it as is... OKAY!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.