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Chapter 11: Victims Of Love And Hatred
I pulled a flower from the ground, and pushed it through Fay's ear. She smiled, and wrapper her small arms my legs. My skirt was flowing in the wind; it sent a shiver up my spine, so I sat down on the warm grass as the kids ran around me, giggling and pulling the long weeds of grass from the ground. I squinted in the sunset and breathed easily. I closed my eyes, and let the wind hit my hair and blow it back. Will tapped me on the knee and looked at me with a pouted lip. I laughed, and took him into my arms. He grinned, and giggled more at Fay, who was standing beside me, sobbing. I took her into my arms, and rocked her on one knee.
"Kids! The food is set out!" Ron yelled. They jumped up and ran behind me to the large picnic blanket where Ron was handing out food. I closed my eyes again and let the wind capture my mind. Everything but the wind had faded from my mind, it took control of me, and there I sat in the tall weeds.
"Parvati…" Ron said, walking over to me, and sitting beside me. I put my finger up to his mouth and shush him.
"Listen," I replied, smiling. He raised a brow and then obeyed.
"It's Harry…" he said, grinning peacefully. I realized that I wasn't the only one who could here his warm inviting voice in the wind. It slowly faded, and the wind stopped. I opened my eyes and turned to Ron.
"He's waiting for us," I whispered. Ron was about to reply, but Will interrupted us. He had peanut butter on his face, and was crying. He raised his finger and pointed at Fay, who was laughing madly on the blanket. Ron smiled, picked up Will, and taking my hand, walked back to the blanket to eat dinner.
I dropped my book bag on the couch and sighed, lying myself down and flicking the television on. I closed my eyes, exhausted from the day, and went into deep thought. I was suppose to turn Malfoy in, but I couldn't. He was a friend, a brother, and after all he had done for me, after all the times he comforted me, I had to tell the ministry he killed a man. I sighed again. My mind was opposing what was right. I hadn't told anyone about Draco's crime. I knew Ron would never understand, mainly because he hated Draco, and Hermione wasn't even speaking to me. I realized that this was one decision I had to make by myself, without any other people. But too many people had suffered. Draco's parents were dead, the Mitchells were dead…
At Hogwarts, everyone had been afraid of Voldemort. But now it was different. Not that we were scared, but a different kind of fear. I no longer thought of him as just a person that caused so much trouble. I thought of him as an evil now; a force that would have to fight all good in the world. Maybe there was a reason for all of this, but it had to be a good one to make everyone suffer as they did.
I didn't want to fall asleep just yet, so I lifted myself from the couch and went to get a cup of tea. It would keep me awake for another hour or so, so I could have some time to think things over. I sat down at my desk, and scribbled down everything that had happened so far. Every crime, every death, everything. I had the whole story, the case was over. I tried to avoid that possibility as much as possible, or I would just jinx it and someone else would die. Before I knew it, I had fallen once again into my dream world.
The chamber was even colder now. I could feel a great force heading towards me. I turned around briskly and scooted my body back. A tall figure fell right onto me. I tried to scream, but I didn't have the strength to. I pushed the body off of me, and backed into the wall.
"Parvati…" the figure said weakly. I gasped, and ran to lift the person up. I pulled of the hood and grabbed their shoulders.
"Hermione!" I yelled. I stood her up and looked into her eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know," she said, with a confused look on her face. "I… was in my bed reading a book, when I fell asleep… and now I'm in this dark chamber."
"Oh, Hermione, we have to get you out of here!" I cried.
"Where are we Parvati?" she asked, gaining her balance.
"Look, I can't tell you, but we need to get you out of here…" I stuttered.
"Is this a dream?" she queried.
"Sort of," I replied. "It's a dream now, but when you wake up, it will all be real. Just, don't listen to anything they say, and never give up, never give up…"
I listened to my own words. What was I saying? Never give up? I had given up long ago, never even tried. But Hermione had a whole life ahead of her…
"Parvati, tell me truthfully," she said, "how long have you been having these dreams?"
She stroked the scar on my cheeked, and I could see tears rolling down her eyes. I glanced at my feet and answered.
"A couple months…"
"Oh my…" She shook me with a worried look on her face. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Look, I appreciate this and all, but this is something I have to deal with myself. I need you to go Hermione. It's for your own good."
"But," she pulled out my wrists and pointed at the scars and bruises, "who's been doing this to you?"
"I see we have the little girls here now," a chilly voice said from behind the bars. He had a grin on his face. Hermione stumbled back and gasped. Voldemort chuckled, and appeared inside the cage. He walked up to me, and pushed back my hair.
"Please, let her go," I whispered, "she doesn't deserve this…"
"Is little lover dear here, sticking up for her poor friend?" he mocked. Hermione was backing into the wall. She gazed at me, wondering why I was so calm and so willing to him.
"Look, just let her go!" I cried. Voldemort punched me right in the stomach, sending me across the cage as I slammed into the brick wall. I wiped away the blood, and lifted myself up from the ground. Hermione rushed to my feet, but I pushed her back, and told her to stay there.
"Why do you want us anyways?" I cried.
"Oh, it's very easy, although I shouldn't tell you this, what the heck?" he replied with laughter. "You're going to be dead anyways soon! Ah, anyways, you want to know why, I see. Well, it's all very easy once I realized it. That stupid mother of your dear Harry Potter, protected him with her love. That's the only reason why Potter was able to defeat me. Once I found a way to enter people's dreams, it all became very clear… there's a gene in Harry's family. They have the power to protect people with their feelings. And they also have the power to kill people when they hate them. Right before I killed Harry, he struck me with a spell that caused me not to have any power over his loved ones. So now, I was left to control people with my own words. You, Ms. Potter, were very easy, I hardly had to do anything but tell you I was going to kill you. There's also another thing. He sent all his love to his friends and you. Therefore, if you really did have the will, you might actually be able to defeat me. But oh, I made it so you'll never have the will. I killed Mitchell's wife, I entered your bosses' dreams and made her fire you. I killed Harry…"
There was nothing left to do. Everything all came together. The tears were gone, because now I knew that Harry had done everything he could to save us. It was too late. I had been such an idiot, and now I would die, and Hermione, and Ron, and maybe even Draco. Things were all screwed up; and I concluded:
It was all my fault.
Chapter 11: Victims Of Love And Hatred
I pulled a flower from the ground, and pushed it through Fay's ear. She smiled, and wrapper her small arms my legs. My skirt was flowing in the wind; it sent a shiver up my spine, so I sat down on the warm grass as the kids ran around me, giggling and pulling the long weeds of grass from the ground. I squinted in the sunset and breathed easily. I closed my eyes, and let the wind hit my hair and blow it back. Will tapped me on the knee and looked at me with a pouted lip. I laughed, and took him into my arms. He grinned, and giggled more at Fay, who was standing beside me, sobbing. I took her into my arms, and rocked her on one knee.
"Kids! The food is set out!" Ron yelled. They jumped up and ran behind me to the large picnic blanket where Ron was handing out food. I closed my eyes again and let the wind capture my mind. Everything but the wind had faded from my mind, it took control of me, and there I sat in the tall weeds.
"Parvati…" Ron said, walking over to me, and sitting beside me. I put my finger up to his mouth and shush him.
"Listen," I replied, smiling. He raised a brow and then obeyed.
"It's Harry…" he said, grinning peacefully. I realized that I wasn't the only one who could here his warm inviting voice in the wind. It slowly faded, and the wind stopped. I opened my eyes and turned to Ron.
"He's waiting for us," I whispered. Ron was about to reply, but Will interrupted us. He had peanut butter on his face, and was crying. He raised his finger and pointed at Fay, who was laughing madly on the blanket. Ron smiled, picked up Will, and taking my hand, walked back to the blanket to eat dinner.
I dropped my book bag on the couch and sighed, lying myself down and flicking the television on. I closed my eyes, exhausted from the day, and went into deep thought. I was suppose to turn Malfoy in, but I couldn't. He was a friend, a brother, and after all he had done for me, after all the times he comforted me, I had to tell the ministry he killed a man. I sighed again. My mind was opposing what was right. I hadn't told anyone about Draco's crime. I knew Ron would never understand, mainly because he hated Draco, and Hermione wasn't even speaking to me. I realized that this was one decision I had to make by myself, without any other people. But too many people had suffered. Draco's parents were dead, the Mitchells were dead…
At Hogwarts, everyone had been afraid of Voldemort. But now it was different. Not that we were scared, but a different kind of fear. I no longer thought of him as just a person that caused so much trouble. I thought of him as an evil now; a force that would have to fight all good in the world. Maybe there was a reason for all of this, but it had to be a good one to make everyone suffer as they did.
I didn't want to fall asleep just yet, so I lifted myself from the couch and went to get a cup of tea. It would keep me awake for another hour or so, so I could have some time to think things over. I sat down at my desk, and scribbled down everything that had happened so far. Every crime, every death, everything. I had the whole story, the case was over. I tried to avoid that possibility as much as possible, or I would just jinx it and someone else would die. Before I knew it, I had fallen once again into my dream world.
The chamber was even colder now. I could feel a great force heading towards me. I turned around briskly and scooted my body back. A tall figure fell right onto me. I tried to scream, but I didn't have the strength to. I pushed the body off of me, and backed into the wall.
"Parvati…" the figure said weakly. I gasped, and ran to lift the person up. I pulled of the hood and grabbed their shoulders.
"Hermione!" I yelled. I stood her up and looked into her eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know," she said, with a confused look on her face. "I… was in my bed reading a book, when I fell asleep… and now I'm in this dark chamber."
"Oh, Hermione, we have to get you out of here!" I cried.
"Where are we Parvati?" she asked, gaining her balance.
"Look, I can't tell you, but we need to get you out of here…" I stuttered.
"Is this a dream?" she queried.
"Sort of," I replied. "It's a dream now, but when you wake up, it will all be real. Just, don't listen to anything they say, and never give up, never give up…"
I listened to my own words. What was I saying? Never give up? I had given up long ago, never even tried. But Hermione had a whole life ahead of her…
"Parvati, tell me truthfully," she said, "how long have you been having these dreams?"
She stroked the scar on my cheeked, and I could see tears rolling down her eyes. I glanced at my feet and answered.
"A couple months…"
"Oh my…" She shook me with a worried look on her face. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Look, I appreciate this and all, but this is something I have to deal with myself. I need you to go Hermione. It's for your own good."
"But," she pulled out my wrists and pointed at the scars and bruises, "who's been doing this to you?"
"I see we have the little girls here now," a chilly voice said from behind the bars. He had a grin on his face. Hermione stumbled back and gasped. Voldemort chuckled, and appeared inside the cage. He walked up to me, and pushed back my hair.
"Please, let her go," I whispered, "she doesn't deserve this…"
"Is little lover dear here, sticking up for her poor friend?" he mocked. Hermione was backing into the wall. She gazed at me, wondering why I was so calm and so willing to him.
"Look, just let her go!" I cried. Voldemort punched me right in the stomach, sending me across the cage as I slammed into the brick wall. I wiped away the blood, and lifted myself up from the ground. Hermione rushed to my feet, but I pushed her back, and told her to stay there.
"Why do you want us anyways?" I cried.
"Oh, it's very easy, although I shouldn't tell you this, what the heck?" he replied with laughter. "You're going to be dead anyways soon! Ah, anyways, you want to know why, I see. Well, it's all very easy once I realized it. That stupid mother of your dear Harry Potter, protected him with her love. That's the only reason why Potter was able to defeat me. Once I found a way to enter people's dreams, it all became very clear… there's a gene in Harry's family. They have the power to protect people with their feelings. And they also have the power to kill people when they hate them. Right before I killed Harry, he struck me with a spell that caused me not to have any power over his loved ones. So now, I was left to control people with my own words. You, Ms. Potter, were very easy, I hardly had to do anything but tell you I was going to kill you. There's also another thing. He sent all his love to his friends and you. Therefore, if you really did have the will, you might actually be able to defeat me. But oh, I made it so you'll never have the will. I killed Mitchell's wife, I entered your bosses' dreams and made her fire you. I killed Harry…"
There was nothing left to do. Everything all came together. The tears were gone, because now I knew that Harry had done everything he could to save us. It was too late. I had been such an idiot, and now I would die, and Hermione, and Ron, and maybe even Draco. Things were all screwed up; and I concluded:
It was all my fault.