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.~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
chapter Thirty: Traitor
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Where any of you expecting that? I hope not- cuz if you were, that means I'm predictable! I hope I'm not predictable... Sorry if you guys are confused about the whole Harry / Avada kedavra thing. It was really late when I finnaly got done. I don't even remember typing the chapter... Scary, huh? I remember uploading it, though... Oh well. I'm hoping this chapter will work- as I've tried three different ideas already and ended up throwing away the whole chapter. This chapter will be 100% free style, making up on the spot, winging it... Cross your fingers!
BTW: Not a lot of Harry in this one- Mostly Voldemort and Snape... some Hermione and Ron.. and ___?___!!
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Heads turned to look at the Potions master, his face set in hatred. Professor Snape's partially horrified, partially angry eyes darted through the see of Death Eaters, several flinching as his gaze swept over them.
"Well? What do you think, Severus?" Voldemort's lips twitched into a half smile.
Snape looked into Voldemort's red eyes, narrowing his own, and muttered something.
Voldemort looked slightly pleased with himself and cocked an ear Snape's way. "Didn't catch that..."
"I said, Master," Snape lifted his head difiantly and twisted his lips into a smile, "Sod off." His voice was thick with loathing. Harry looked at the teacher with new found admiration, this professor had bravery Harry had only seen in very few people.
"Why you insufferable..." Voldemort went into a mad rage and aimed his wand at Snape. A few Death Eaters approached, wands in hand.
"Stand down!" He yelled at the to stop as Snape sent them each looks Harry couldn't and didn't want to identify. The Death Eaters stepped back.
Voldemort turned back to Snape. "So... you disapprove of my handlings, I gather?" Snape didn't answer. "Crucio!"
Harry screamed at Voldemort, but his yells were drowned out by Snape's screams of pain. Snape's body contorted into a twisting ball, wreching in great spasms of agony as his howlings of torment filled the chilling night air.
"Severus!" McGonagall screamed. She and the othe Professors were gazing in horror at the scene.
"Stop it! Stop it, you- you jerk!"
Voldemort lowered his wand, amused, Snape's screams were replaced by heavy panting and wheezing. "The fuzzy headed Muggle's child decides to speak..." The Death Eaters laughed evilly.
Hermione shook under her new found courage and her lip trembled.
"A jerk am I? Not vicious murderer? Not evil less-than-human being? Not foul spawn of Hell? Just... a jerk?" More laughter from the Death Eaters. If Hermione hadn't been so scared, Harry would have bet she would be blushing.
"Bravery is not always a good thing, little one." Voldemort began to pace. Harry wondered why he was being allowed to do so, when he realized that the majority of the Ministry was either too petrified to move, or had passed out. "You're friends with Harry, are you not?"
Hermione gulped, but didn't answer. She took a step backwards.
"Surely you would have observed how Harry's chivalry gets him into trouble often?" Voldemort walked towards her. Hermione didn't walk back, she couldn't. Harry's whole body tensed with anger. Voldemort leaned over so his face was inches from hers, his voice just above a whisper. "Bravery is not the best virtue if you intend to live long...Crucio!"
Harry's heart stopped beating as Hermione convulsed rigidly in searing agony.
"Nooo!" Ron charged at Voldemort and knocked him to the ground. The Dark Lord's wand had lost its connection with Hermione and she fell to the grass. Arabella Figg rushed to her and pulled her out of the way. Hermione's head lolled dully on her shoulders.
"Aargh!" Ron yelped when Voldemort flung him half way across the feild with a shot from his wand. Ron landed with a thick thud in the grass and moaned in pain.
Voldemort wiped his lip with the back of his boney hand- Ron had drawn blood. He seemed mildly amused. With his back to Harry, he began to speak. "You've rubbed off on them, Harry. Brave for being so young- yes, brave. Too brave, I'm afraid. Sadly, your friend here," he pointed to Ron, "will never live to tell the tale of how he punched the great and powerful Lord Voldemort in the face- and busted his lip." Harry's heart jolted painfully. He was going to kill them!
"I'm tired of games, Harry. I grew tired long ago. It is time to end this-" He quickly spun towards Harry and pointed his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry dug his hand into his pocket for his wand before realizing it was already in his hand. It wasn't quick enough- the spell was too fast. Harry closed his eyes, anticipating death.
"...I'm sorry Mum, Dad... Your sacrifice was in vain..."
"Impedimenta!"
"Expellermus!"
"Locomotor Mortis!"
Three spells hit Voldemort simultaniously, causing him to jerk suddenly. Voldemort lost his concentration and the spell disappated merely inches from Harry's face. It was all so fast, it wasn't until later that he realized what had happened. Sirius, Lupin, and Fletcher had all tried to stop Voldemort by cursing him. Each spell together had combined to make some super curse. It had made a brilliant purple light and struck Voldmort like a bolt of lightning.
Cursing them, Voldemort turned toward the Order of the Phoenix. Before he could say anything to them, he stopped. "Who are you?"
Harry focused his eyes on a white figure on the other side of Voldemort...
"Cedric Diggory- Don't recognize me? You killed me last year." The ghost spoke.
"Do you have any idea how little that means to me?" Voldemort was frankly annoyed. "Stand aside..."
Those words echoed in Harry's head. 'Stand aside, silly girl...' Harry wanted to scream at him, but he knew it would do no good.
"Fair enough-" Cedirc took a step to one side. Voldemort pointed his wand at Sirius. "That wont work, just so you know." Cedirc said dryly.
"And why is that?" Voldemort was very annoyed. "If I hadn't already killed you, I think I would now."
"They're watching you- They're all around, you know. They're pissed." Cedirc shrugged frankly.
Voldemort laughed. "The stupid Ministry?"
Cedric leaned forward as if he were to tell a secret and in a menicing voice said, "The angels..."
Voldemort didn't looked concerned in the least bit. "So?"
"They're angry... They aren't going to let you do anything tonight- You just took one of their children from them... Mrs. Engl is particularly upset."
"I don't give a bloody-"
"The hell you wont." At that instant, the ground cracked open near Voldemort's legs and a silvery-white hand stuck up from the ground and grabbed his foot.
"What the-" Another hand broke through the grass and grabbed his ankle. More hands began to break the ground and hold him down.
Harry stood, dumbfounded, at the scene. Soon the mass of hands was so thick it looked as if Voldemort had been pasted to the ground.
"Now is the time Death Eaters!" Snape called over Voldemort's frustration. "Now is the time to act upon what we have long waited!"
Harry's heart stopped for the third time that evening. He suddenly lost the new found respect he had for Snape. Snape was a traitor after all... he really was after Harry all these years...
Harry's insides chilled as a Death Eater grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back a bit and the a select few, wands in hand, rushed toward Voldemort. Some passed Harry... aimed their wands at Voldemort- The other of the few aimed their wands at the rest of the Death Eaters.
Harry was suddenly very confused. Snape, however, looked as though he were head of this whole organization.
"Well, well- Did you see this, Master? Did you fortell this? You're own downfall by your own supporters? No, of course you didn't. You were too busy killing Harry Potter and conversing with your new agent-" Snape walked around Voldemort, eyes narrowed and a deep passion buring through them. "So busy you didn't even notice when I snuck back and turned your own disciples against you. Pity." Snape spat at the ground.
Voldemort wasn't looking at Snape, he was staring at Harry. Their eyes locked and Harry couldn't pull his gaze away. Harry became increasingly frigthened when he saw the deep anger and hatred growing within the red slits of eyes. The fear was so great that he forgot the pain that had been steadily growing in his forehead- it was numb now, but his bowels twisted into tiny knots. Snape seemed to drone on, but neither Harry nor Voldemort heard a word.
Harry noticed Voldemort's mouth begin to move. It moved quickly and indeciferly. Harry couldn't make out what he was saying... He did, however, notice the little wand movement occuring at Voldemort's side.
Harry's shallow breath became shallower- he inhaled... exhaled.... inhaled.... exhaled.... no more breath. Harry gasped for air but he couldn't draw it in. It felt as though a hand had clasped itself around Harry's mouth and another tightening around Harry's neck. He gasped more and fell to his knees.
"Harry?" Harry clawed at his neck, trying to release the hold. "Harry!" Sirius's face appeared infront of his. "Harry, what is it?" Harry's eyes got big as he tried to respond, but his head began to feel heavy. A heavy, metalic laughter rang in his ears.
Voldemort laughter, his cold laugh. "Don't even think of-" Before Snape could say wahtever he was threatening Voldemort with, Voldemort Apparated away.
A great cry of anguish filled the air. "He's gone! You-Know-Who's gone!"
"Which one of you fools forgot to stun him?! Tell me!" Snape glared at the Death Eater traitors. "Never mind that now- You!" He called to Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. "You'll be wanting to arrest these... gentlemen?"
"Forget the Death Eaters, Severus! Some one help with Harry!" Fudge screamed. Several people rushed over and began fanning him, but he still couldn't breathe- It was getting dark... Too dark... Everything was silent and black...
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Meisako: Whoo yeah! A whole chapter, just winging it! *booty dance* Gosh darnnit! That's like the third night in a row I haven't done my homework... Oh well! You know what? I've only got one more chapter left to write! *sniffles* Just one!
But that's alright- I've already written the first five chapters of the sequel, Harry Potter and the Children's Crusades. It's not up yet and it wont be for a while. BUT I will, however, give you an exerbt from my first chapter at the end of my next chapter- or maybe I'll create another chapter to this as a sneak preveiw...
I'll also be writing a James and Lily story, appropriately titled, Until Death Do Us Part. My beloved reviewer at school, Amber, gave me the title. I'm only in the making of the first chapter- It's over 13 pages hand written... Yikes. Okay, so it'll be a long story...
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If you have any questions about my story, please tell me and I will try and answer them in my next chapter, but I've got to KNOW!!! I'll also point out mistakes of mine that I've noticed...
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 Thirty: Traitor
Where any of you expecting that? I hope not- cuz if you were, that means I'm predictable! I hope I'm not predictable... Sorry if you guys are confused about the whole Harry / Avada kedavra thing. It was really late when I finnaly got done. I don't even remember typing the chapter... Scary, huh? I remember uploading it, though... Oh well. I'm hoping this chapter will work- as I've tried three different ideas already and ended up throwing away the whole chapter. This chapter will be 100% free style, making up on the spot, winging it... Cross your fingers!
BTW: Not a lot of Harry in this one- Mostly Voldemort and Snape... some Hermione and Ron.. and ___?___!!
****
Heads turned to look at the Potions master, his face set in hatred. Professor Snape's partially horrified, partially angry eyes darted through the see of Death Eaters, several flinching as his gaze swept over them.
"Well? What do you think, Severus?" Voldemort's lips twitched into a half smile.
Snape looked into Voldemort's red eyes, narrowing his own, and muttered something.
Voldemort looked slightly pleased with himself and cocked an ear Snape's way. "Didn't catch that..."
"I said, Master," Snape lifted his head difiantly and twisted his lips into a smile, "Sod off." His voice was thick with loathing. Harry looked at the teacher with new found admiration, this professor had bravery Harry had only seen in very few people.
"Why you insufferable..." Voldemort went into a mad rage and aimed his wand at Snape. A few Death Eaters approached, wands in hand.
"Stand down!" He yelled at the to stop as Snape sent them each looks Harry couldn't and didn't want to identify. The Death Eaters stepped back.
Voldemort turned back to Snape. "So... you disapprove of my handlings, I gather?" Snape didn't answer. "Crucio!"
Harry screamed at Voldemort, but his yells were drowned out by Snape's screams of pain. Snape's body contorted into a twisting ball, wreching in great spasms of agony as his howlings of torment filled the chilling night air.
"Severus!" McGonagall screamed. She and the othe Professors were gazing in horror at the scene.
"Stop it! Stop it, you- you jerk!"
Voldemort lowered his wand, amused, Snape's screams were replaced by heavy panting and wheezing. "The fuzzy headed Muggle's child decides to speak..." The Death Eaters laughed evilly.
Hermione shook under her new found courage and her lip trembled.
"A jerk am I? Not vicious murderer? Not evil less-than-human being? Not foul spawn of Hell? Just... a jerk?" More laughter from the Death Eaters. If Hermione hadn't been so scared, Harry would have bet she would be blushing.
"Bravery is not always a good thing, little one." Voldemort began to pace. Harry wondered why he was being allowed to do so, when he realized that the majority of the Ministry was either too petrified to move, or had passed out. "You're friends with Harry, are you not?"
Hermione gulped, but didn't answer. She took a step backwards.
"Surely you would have observed how Harry's chivalry gets him into trouble often?" Voldemort walked towards her. Hermione didn't walk back, she couldn't. Harry's whole body tensed with anger. Voldemort leaned over so his face was inches from hers, his voice just above a whisper. "Bravery is not the best virtue if you intend to live long...Crucio!"
Harry's heart stopped beating as Hermione convulsed rigidly in searing agony.
"Nooo!" Ron charged at Voldemort and knocked him to the ground. The Dark Lord's wand had lost its connection with Hermione and she fell to the grass. Arabella Figg rushed to her and pulled her out of the way. Hermione's head lolled dully on her shoulders.
"Aargh!" Ron yelped when Voldemort flung him half way across the feild with a shot from his wand. Ron landed with a thick thud in the grass and moaned in pain.
Voldemort wiped his lip with the back of his boney hand- Ron had drawn blood. He seemed mildly amused. With his back to Harry, he began to speak. "You've rubbed off on them, Harry. Brave for being so young- yes, brave. Too brave, I'm afraid. Sadly, your friend here," he pointed to Ron, "will never live to tell the tale of how he punched the great and powerful Lord Voldemort in the face- and busted his lip." Harry's heart jolted painfully. He was going to kill them!
"I'm tired of games, Harry. I grew tired long ago. It is time to end this-" He quickly spun towards Harry and pointed his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry dug his hand into his pocket for his wand before realizing it was already in his hand. It wasn't quick enough- the spell was too fast. Harry closed his eyes, anticipating death.
"...I'm sorry Mum, Dad... Your sacrifice was in vain..."
"Impedimenta!"
"Expellermus!"
"Locomotor Mortis!"
Three spells hit Voldemort simultaniously, causing him to jerk suddenly. Voldemort lost his concentration and the spell disappated merely inches from Harry's face. It was all so fast, it wasn't until later that he realized what had happened. Sirius, Lupin, and Fletcher had all tried to stop Voldemort by cursing him. Each spell together had combined to make some super curse. It had made a brilliant purple light and struck Voldmort like a bolt of lightning.
Cursing them, Voldemort turned toward the Order of the Phoenix. Before he could say anything to them, he stopped. "Who are you?"
Harry focused his eyes on a white figure on the other side of Voldemort...
"Cedric Diggory- Don't recognize me? You killed me last year." The ghost spoke.
"Do you have any idea how little that means to me?" Voldemort was frankly annoyed. "Stand aside..."
Those words echoed in Harry's head. 'Stand aside, silly girl...' Harry wanted to scream at him, but he knew it would do no good.
"Fair enough-" Cedirc took a step to one side. Voldemort pointed his wand at Sirius. "That wont work, just so you know." Cedirc said dryly.
"And why is that?" Voldemort was very annoyed. "If I hadn't already killed you, I think I would now."
"They're watching you- They're all around, you know. They're pissed." Cedirc shrugged frankly.
Voldemort laughed. "The stupid Ministry?"
Cedric leaned forward as if he were to tell a secret and in a menicing voice said, "The angels..."
Voldemort didn't looked concerned in the least bit. "So?"
"They're angry... They aren't going to let you do anything tonight- You just took one of their children from them... Mrs. Engl is particularly upset."
"I don't give a bloody-"
"The hell you wont." At that instant, the ground cracked open near Voldemort's legs and a silvery-white hand stuck up from the ground and grabbed his foot.
"What the-" Another hand broke through the grass and grabbed his ankle. More hands began to break the ground and hold him down.
Harry stood, dumbfounded, at the scene. Soon the mass of hands was so thick it looked as if Voldemort had been pasted to the ground.
"Now is the time Death Eaters!" Snape called over Voldemort's frustration. "Now is the time to act upon what we have long waited!"
Harry's heart stopped for the third time that evening. He suddenly lost the new found respect he had for Snape. Snape was a traitor after all... he really was after Harry all these years...
Harry's insides chilled as a Death Eater grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back a bit and the a select few, wands in hand, rushed toward Voldemort. Some passed Harry... aimed their wands at Voldemort- The other of the few aimed their wands at the rest of the Death Eaters.
Harry was suddenly very confused. Snape, however, looked as though he were head of this whole organization.
"Well, well- Did you see this, Master? Did you fortell this? You're own downfall by your own supporters? No, of course you didn't. You were too busy killing Harry Potter and conversing with your new agent-" Snape walked around Voldemort, eyes narrowed and a deep passion buring through them. "So busy you didn't even notice when I snuck back and turned your own disciples against you. Pity." Snape spat at the ground.
Voldemort wasn't looking at Snape, he was staring at Harry. Their eyes locked and Harry couldn't pull his gaze away. Harry became increasingly frigthened when he saw the deep anger and hatred growing within the red slits of eyes. The fear was so great that he forgot the pain that had been steadily growing in his forehead- it was numb now, but his bowels twisted into tiny knots. Snape seemed to drone on, but neither Harry nor Voldemort heard a word.
Harry noticed Voldemort's mouth begin to move. It moved quickly and indeciferly. Harry couldn't make out what he was saying... He did, however, notice the little wand movement occuring at Voldemort's side.
Harry's shallow breath became shallower- he inhaled... exhaled.... inhaled.... exhaled.... no more breath. Harry gasped for air but he couldn't draw it in. It felt as though a hand had clasped itself around Harry's mouth and another tightening around Harry's neck. He gasped more and fell to his knees.
"Harry?" Harry clawed at his neck, trying to release the hold. "Harry!" Sirius's face appeared infront of his. "Harry, what is it?" Harry's eyes got big as he tried to respond, but his head began to feel heavy. A heavy, metalic laughter rang in his ears.
Voldemort laughter, his cold laugh. "Don't even think of-" Before Snape could say wahtever he was threatening Voldemort with, Voldemort Apparated away.
A great cry of anguish filled the air. "He's gone! You-Know-Who's gone!"
"Which one of you fools forgot to stun him?! Tell me!" Snape glared at the Death Eater traitors. "Never mind that now- You!" He called to Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. "You'll be wanting to arrest these... gentlemen?"
"Forget the Death Eaters, Severus! Some one help with Harry!" Fudge screamed. Several people rushed over and began fanning him, but he still couldn't breathe- It was getting dark... Too dark... Everything was silent and black...
Meisako: Whoo yeah! A whole chapter, just winging it! *booty dance* Gosh darnnit! That's like the third night in a row I haven't done my homework... Oh well! You know what? I've only got one more chapter left to write! *sniffles* Just one!
But that's alright- I've already written the first five chapters of the sequel, Harry Potter and the Children's Crusades. It's not up yet and it wont be for a while. BUT I will, however, give you an exerbt from my first chapter at the end of my next chapter- or maybe I'll create another chapter to this as a sneak preveiw...
I'll also be writing a James and Lily story, appropriately titled, Until Death Do Us Part. My beloved reviewer at school, Amber, gave me the title. I'm only in the making of the first chapter- It's over 13 pages hand written... Yikes. Okay, so it'll be a long story...
If you have any questions about my story, please tell me and I will try and answer them in my next chapter, but I've got to KNOW!!! I'll also point out mistakes of mine that I've noticed...
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.