Chapter 15
"So when is Ginny going to get here?" Asked Harry. "I told you, I don't know." Ron sighed. "Sorry, I forgot." Harry apologised. "Any idea why Dumbledore let her off school to come here?" "I think Ginny said something about a package, but I haven't got a clue what it could be." Ron replied. "I hate cryptic crap." Harry complained. As the minutes wore on, he started to drift off.
In a dark, isolated cave, two men stood. One was the evil Lord Voldemort, bane of wizards everywhere. The other was a bald man, heavily scarred and with a wolf beside him. He wore no shirt, but black pants and a red cloth belt. He was muscled, his eyes held no pupils, and his mouth was curled into a snarl. Protruding from each hand was three long steel claws, about 30 centimetres long each. His wolf paced, forwards and back in the mouth of the cave. "So. We meet again. How fitting that it be here, the former stronghold of the Casters." Voldemort sneered. "You may have defeated my wizards Voldemort, and even wounded me, but as I told you then, I always get my revenge." The man stated. "Ah yes. Well, Gorland, I doubt that you will be able to do that any better than you tried last time. I notice you still bear the scar." Voldemort eyed the long gash across the top of Gorland's skull. "Hah. A memento of mistakes long since made. I am a different person now. No longer am I Gorland. I. Am. Demoncaster! And in retaliation for my wizards, and my cambion ally, I will kill you!" Demoncaster screamed, his eyes glowing red. Voldemort laughed. "Hollow threats, spoken by a true fool. If you believe your new claws and pet are enough to stop me, then go ahead. Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort sent the green light at Demoncaster, but then, without warning, his claws sliced up from his hip and deflected the curse at the cave roof. "Now, we'll have none of that, Voldemort. My victory shall be absolute. In the end, your soul will serve me." Demoncaster raised his hand, and his wand flew from his hip into his hand. "Now, prepare to die as you have lived. As a dog! I will have vengeance, as will my Casters!" Demoncaster's claws started glowing silver, and he lunged at Voldemort, and at the end of the battle, Voldemort screamed.
Harry awoke violently from his daydream, his scar burning with unbridled agony. "AAAAAAAARRGGHH!" Harry cried out, jolted from his seat and clutching his forehead. "Harry!!" A voice cut through the fog of his aching mind. But Harry was confused, only Ron and he lived in this house, what was this stranger doing here. He opened his eyes to see Ginny shaking him, her own eyes filled with concern. "Harry! What is it? Is it Voldemort?" Ginny asked, concerned. Harry stared at Ginny blankly, his eyes glazed over and rolled back into his head as he slumped into his bed, unconscious. "Ron, Harry's hurt badly!" Ron snapped instantly into action. "Right, I'll call the hospital. You call up Hermione because she'll need to know." Harry was now jerking in convulsions, and somebody used a Full Body Bind on him to prevent him from harming himself. The charm proved to be effective only to the point where he was not jerking as much. Harry was moaning, his scar actually emitting orange and golden light, and there was running about, Harry couldn't tell who, they got a moist towel and tried to hold it on his head as he thrashed. The wet towel took a few seconds before it became dry, and Harry bit down with enough force to severely damage his lip. "I'm sorry Harry!" Somebody said, and aimed a wand at him. "Stupefy!" Harry regained sense for such a short time period as that he saw Ginny cast the Stunning Spell, then after the spell, there was nothing. He gave one final twitch of enough force to break the Body Bind, and then he was still. At that moment, the medical staff from St Mungos Apparated into the room, followed by Ron. They pulled the limp Harry into his bed, with the utmost care. "Hmmm. His temperature is skyrocketing! And I sense something in his mind." The doctor put her hands on his temples and rubbed. Some of the fire went out of the still livid red scar, and Harry's face seemed to relax, though just barely noticeable. "I don't think that he should be moved. So to that end, I'm prescribing bed rest. Somebody will need to sit by his bed and cool his forehead, while we station a nurse here to work on his mind. Ginny timidly stepped forward. "I know the theory of it." She volunteered. "I like medicine. And poetry." "Well girl, do you want to be a medical practitioner?" The doctor asked. "I wouldn't mind it." Ginny said. The doctor examined Ginny carefully before saying. "You'd be perfect. Having a creative mind really aids the calming process. But shouldn't you be at school?" The doctor queried. "Dumbledore gave me a week off, to deliver Harry a package. Said he wouldn't trust it by Owl." Ginny informed. "Well, a week should be long enough to bring this fellow back to his prime. I hope he gets well." And the medical staff all Dispparated. "Well it's high time you got here." Ron said softly. "You'll be right with Harry, won't you? I'm on my lunch break from work." Ron trailed off, and Ginny nodded. "Go. There won't be a problem, I'm not going to break him." Ginny said, attempting to bring humour back. "Nice try Ginny." Ron grinned weakly as he left. Ginny left and went to the kitchen, got herself a drink, a sandwich to take back to Harry, and moistened his towel. After thinking for a second, she also took a jug, so she wouldn't have to leave so soon after. She re-entered and sat down, munching the sandwich thoughtfully. 'What the hell happened? I wish I could read his mind right now; he looks so pained. I hope he recovers! I should tell Dumbledore, he certainly can't!' This flurry of barely connected thoughts continued until she bit her fingers. She had run out of sandwich. "Harry, what happened?" She asked, futilely. "Why are you like this now?" Ginny reached into her bag, and pulled out one of her Muggle Books, this one was full of fairy tales.
"Voldemort. ARGH!" Harry shouted, startling Ginny from her reading. She looked up instantly, but Harry had been talking in his sleep. Ginny retrieved her wand and placed it on Harry's temple. "Abigere Caligo!" She whispered the charm, and effect was instantly apparent. A cube appeared above Harry's head, 2 meters by 2 meters by 2 meters. In it was a cloud of red fog. The particular charm Ginny had cast showed the inner workings of Harry's mind, and she had learnt it from a medical book she had studied. It was rediculously hard to pull off, and Ginny hadn't known why she had been so intent to learn it. The cube moved within half a meter of Ginny, and she reached into it, shifting the fog with her hands. In there she could see shards of memory, she saw Quidditch, she saw teachers, she saw textbooks. "No, this isn't right! This fog shouldn't be red! It must be showing of the chaos that was caused by whatever." Ginny muttered to herself. She hastily left his memories, in case she stumbled onto something she could have lived without. She started sorting through his mental processes, breathing and such. It was there she found something quite odd. In amongst the natural processes, was one that should not be there. It was a speech command, and it was straining to get to his mouth, but it seemed to be lost. "This shouldn't be possible. But maybe I can try and play with these thoughts." Ginny pondered aloud. "Can't hurt me to try. But just to avoid hurting Harry, I'll only do it to this speech command. Just in case." Ginny retrieved her wand from where she had put it, and reached back into the cube. She placed her wand on the speech command, and moved the wand. To her surprise and her delight it moved with the wand. She quickly moved it to the Motivator section of his mind, where not much was going on due to his comatose state. Once there, the command was immediately acted out. "I love you, Ginny." Harry said, not opening his eyes, not doing anything before or after saying the words that rocked Ginny's world. She collapsed back into her chair, stunned. She could not bring herself to close the cube, to think, or to do much else but sit there and gape at Harry, her mind burning with those three simple words. I Love You.
"So when is Ginny going to get here?" Asked Harry. "I told you, I don't know." Ron sighed. "Sorry, I forgot." Harry apologised. "Any idea why Dumbledore let her off school to come here?" "I think Ginny said something about a package, but I haven't got a clue what it could be." Ron replied. "I hate cryptic crap." Harry complained. As the minutes wore on, he started to drift off.
In a dark, isolated cave, two men stood. One was the evil Lord Voldemort, bane of wizards everywhere. The other was a bald man, heavily scarred and with a wolf beside him. He wore no shirt, but black pants and a red cloth belt. He was muscled, his eyes held no pupils, and his mouth was curled into a snarl. Protruding from each hand was three long steel claws, about 30 centimetres long each. His wolf paced, forwards and back in the mouth of the cave. "So. We meet again. How fitting that it be here, the former stronghold of the Casters." Voldemort sneered. "You may have defeated my wizards Voldemort, and even wounded me, but as I told you then, I always get my revenge." The man stated. "Ah yes. Well, Gorland, I doubt that you will be able to do that any better than you tried last time. I notice you still bear the scar." Voldemort eyed the long gash across the top of Gorland's skull. "Hah. A memento of mistakes long since made. I am a different person now. No longer am I Gorland. I. Am. Demoncaster! And in retaliation for my wizards, and my cambion ally, I will kill you!" Demoncaster screamed, his eyes glowing red. Voldemort laughed. "Hollow threats, spoken by a true fool. If you believe your new claws and pet are enough to stop me, then go ahead. Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort sent the green light at Demoncaster, but then, without warning, his claws sliced up from his hip and deflected the curse at the cave roof. "Now, we'll have none of that, Voldemort. My victory shall be absolute. In the end, your soul will serve me." Demoncaster raised his hand, and his wand flew from his hip into his hand. "Now, prepare to die as you have lived. As a dog! I will have vengeance, as will my Casters!" Demoncaster's claws started glowing silver, and he lunged at Voldemort, and at the end of the battle, Voldemort screamed.
Harry awoke violently from his daydream, his scar burning with unbridled agony. "AAAAAAAARRGGHH!" Harry cried out, jolted from his seat and clutching his forehead. "Harry!!" A voice cut through the fog of his aching mind. But Harry was confused, only Ron and he lived in this house, what was this stranger doing here. He opened his eyes to see Ginny shaking him, her own eyes filled with concern. "Harry! What is it? Is it Voldemort?" Ginny asked, concerned. Harry stared at Ginny blankly, his eyes glazed over and rolled back into his head as he slumped into his bed, unconscious. "Ron, Harry's hurt badly!" Ron snapped instantly into action. "Right, I'll call the hospital. You call up Hermione because she'll need to know." Harry was now jerking in convulsions, and somebody used a Full Body Bind on him to prevent him from harming himself. The charm proved to be effective only to the point where he was not jerking as much. Harry was moaning, his scar actually emitting orange and golden light, and there was running about, Harry couldn't tell who, they got a moist towel and tried to hold it on his head as he thrashed. The wet towel took a few seconds before it became dry, and Harry bit down with enough force to severely damage his lip. "I'm sorry Harry!" Somebody said, and aimed a wand at him. "Stupefy!" Harry regained sense for such a short time period as that he saw Ginny cast the Stunning Spell, then after the spell, there was nothing. He gave one final twitch of enough force to break the Body Bind, and then he was still. At that moment, the medical staff from St Mungos Apparated into the room, followed by Ron. They pulled the limp Harry into his bed, with the utmost care. "Hmmm. His temperature is skyrocketing! And I sense something in his mind." The doctor put her hands on his temples and rubbed. Some of the fire went out of the still livid red scar, and Harry's face seemed to relax, though just barely noticeable. "I don't think that he should be moved. So to that end, I'm prescribing bed rest. Somebody will need to sit by his bed and cool his forehead, while we station a nurse here to work on his mind. Ginny timidly stepped forward. "I know the theory of it." She volunteered. "I like medicine. And poetry." "Well girl, do you want to be a medical practitioner?" The doctor asked. "I wouldn't mind it." Ginny said. The doctor examined Ginny carefully before saying. "You'd be perfect. Having a creative mind really aids the calming process. But shouldn't you be at school?" The doctor queried. "Dumbledore gave me a week off, to deliver Harry a package. Said he wouldn't trust it by Owl." Ginny informed. "Well, a week should be long enough to bring this fellow back to his prime. I hope he gets well." And the medical staff all Dispparated. "Well it's high time you got here." Ron said softly. "You'll be right with Harry, won't you? I'm on my lunch break from work." Ron trailed off, and Ginny nodded. "Go. There won't be a problem, I'm not going to break him." Ginny said, attempting to bring humour back. "Nice try Ginny." Ron grinned weakly as he left. Ginny left and went to the kitchen, got herself a drink, a sandwich to take back to Harry, and moistened his towel. After thinking for a second, she also took a jug, so she wouldn't have to leave so soon after. She re-entered and sat down, munching the sandwich thoughtfully. 'What the hell happened? I wish I could read his mind right now; he looks so pained. I hope he recovers! I should tell Dumbledore, he certainly can't!' This flurry of barely connected thoughts continued until she bit her fingers. She had run out of sandwich. "Harry, what happened?" She asked, futilely. "Why are you like this now?" Ginny reached into her bag, and pulled out one of her Muggle Books, this one was full of fairy tales.
"Voldemort. ARGH!" Harry shouted, startling Ginny from her reading. She looked up instantly, but Harry had been talking in his sleep. Ginny retrieved her wand and placed it on Harry's temple. "Abigere Caligo!" She whispered the charm, and effect was instantly apparent. A cube appeared above Harry's head, 2 meters by 2 meters by 2 meters. In it was a cloud of red fog. The particular charm Ginny had cast showed the inner workings of Harry's mind, and she had learnt it from a medical book she had studied. It was rediculously hard to pull off, and Ginny hadn't known why she had been so intent to learn it. The cube moved within half a meter of Ginny, and she reached into it, shifting the fog with her hands. In there she could see shards of memory, she saw Quidditch, she saw teachers, she saw textbooks. "No, this isn't right! This fog shouldn't be red! It must be showing of the chaos that was caused by whatever." Ginny muttered to herself. She hastily left his memories, in case she stumbled onto something she could have lived without. She started sorting through his mental processes, breathing and such. It was there she found something quite odd. In amongst the natural processes, was one that should not be there. It was a speech command, and it was straining to get to his mouth, but it seemed to be lost. "This shouldn't be possible. But maybe I can try and play with these thoughts." Ginny pondered aloud. "Can't hurt me to try. But just to avoid hurting Harry, I'll only do it to this speech command. Just in case." Ginny retrieved her wand from where she had put it, and reached back into the cube. She placed her wand on the speech command, and moved the wand. To her surprise and her delight it moved with the wand. She quickly moved it to the Motivator section of his mind, where not much was going on due to his comatose state. Once there, the command was immediately acted out. "I love you, Ginny." Harry said, not opening his eyes, not doing anything before or after saying the words that rocked Ginny's world. She collapsed back into her chair, stunned. She could not bring herself to close the cube, to think, or to do much else but sit there and gape at Harry, her mind burning with those three simple words. I Love You.
