Harry Potter and the Dark Reign

Chapter 12: Hogsmeade and Death eaters: Part 2

A/N: I am soooo sorry about all the Spelling mistakes in here, i rushed the story!

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Harry was roughly shook awoken the next day by Ron, who whispered hoarsely that they needed to get to the great hall. After a few incoherent mumbles, Harry pulled himself out of bed and shook some of the sleep out of his eyes. He grabbed his invisibility cloak, and crept silently down to the great hall with Ron, and Hermione who had joined them in the gryffindor common room.

Everyone was already there when they entered the great hall, all except Dumbledore. The hall seemed eerie and massive weith no other people inside, Harry shivered and made his way to the front, where Bella and the boy were standing. 'Hi' Harry sais, hoarsely, he was still ridden with sleep, and hadn't fully woken up.He looked up at the great hall ceiling, which was enchanted to look like the sky out side, and found the sky was a misty grey. It was excellent cover for what they were about to pull off. Suddenly footsteps echoed through the hall, and they all spun around to see who was there. It was Talon Stride, with a incredibly vicious looking broadsword attached to his belt. He grinned at them as he got nearer.

'Dumbledore found me in that Prophecy of his' He explained 'I need to brush up on my sword play anyway' They waited for a few more minutes, awaiting Dumbledore's arrival. The five of them chatted nervously, talking about nothing in particular- they were too frightened of what was ahead of them.

It was around three minuted later that Dumbledore strode into the hall, looking rather impressive. Fawkes flew beside him, And Harry thought this was a brilliant idea- Phoenixes tears had incredibly powerful healing powers. There seemed to be an extraordinary amount of magic crackling around Dumbledore, as though he had charged up his power, waiting to fight the dark, Harry hoped they didn't have to, the whole point of the mission was to get in, and get back out. 'Lets go' Dumbledore said, rather calmly considering the situation. They followed his lead stalking out of the oak door, casting invisibility spells upon theirselves, while Harry and Ron threw the invisibility cloak over them. The first part of the plan went smoothly, the two death eaters posted at Hogwart's gates didn't even notice them passing, And they all managed to stay silent, and fawkes seemed to know where they were going, his invisible body directed them through the now desolate and horrible Hogsmeade. The old cosy, and snug village had been turned into hell. There were darkened shops withsmashed windows, and grafiti painting in blood scarwaled all over them. The whole site made Harry's heart sink, and started to build that old anger again. The journey took around five minutes- Fawkes the phoenix was attempting to find where the enterance Gryffindors hilt was. 'Why does Fawkes know the way?' Harry whispered to Dumbledore, The old man remained focused on looking for signs of danger, but answered, whispering so silently Harry had to focus on nothing else but his voice.

'He once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, He-' They broke off, suddenly a voice cut through the air like a whip. 'Over there! Get them!' Harry and Ron only just managed to jump aside, as a green bolt sizzled through the air. 'Anti invisibility charms!' Roared Talon. He unstrapped his broadsword, and began to cleave the nearest dath eater. Harry, Hermione, and Ron threw off the invisibility cloak and got to buissiness. Harry tried his best to ignore the burning pain in his forehead as he dodged a crutacious curse. Due to the obscuring mist, it was hard to make out a target. 'In here!' Dumbledore yelled, he pointed at a well. 'Dive into it!' Harry did as he were bid, feeling extremely foolish. Suddenly to cool water in the well dissapeared. He fell down a metre and landed on rock. He felt it slowly, and found that it wasn't even wet. Five more figures landed beside him, and they all looked up, so reveal a fantastic sight. It was the dream all over again. A magnificent cavern with gold light shining from the endless bottom, Everyone gasped. The cavern path was incredibly thin, and had no supports. The whole place felt even more magical than Hogwarts, and that was saying something. They walked for a few minutes, and found that the death eaters still hadn't found their way into the 'lair'. They finally reached a opening in the path, that was surrounded in pure white light. It was incredible Déja Vu for Harry and Beran, for leaning against the alter, was a ghostly apparition of Godric Gryffindor. Dumbledore's expression was suddenly filled with a gigantic amount of ecstasy as they aproached the founder. 'Greetings' Godric greeted them. His voice was different this time, he spoke archaic. 'Methinks thou all art looking for this!' Suddenly a spectacular hilt consumed the alter in which he was leaning. It sparkled with light, and it seemed the very core of all things magical. The hilt itself was decoration in red and gold, and it seemed to glow, dazzling all lookers. 'Son' Gryffindor nodded at Harry 'We meet again' Harry nodded at him 'Hello again, Gryffindor' As Beran reached towards the hilt of the sword, Gryffindor ruffled his hair. As berans fingers came in contact with the hilt, it's glow seemed to magnify. Beran quickly slipped it into a simple pouch, which Arabella had made herself. Gryffindor turned to Dumbledore

'Wise one' Dumbledore choked a bit on these words, being called wise by a Hogwarts founder is extreme praise. 'Thou knowest what must happen next, Seekest the blade in the now lost city of Alontia' Dumbledore nodded, lost for words. 'Mayhap we will meet again' Gryffindor said, and with a harmonic chorus, he was gone. They all stood there for several seconds, taking in what they has just witnessed. Everyone snapped out of their dreamy like state with several thuds behind them. Death eters began to crash down into the cavern. One quickly cast a killing curse, which singed Talons hair as it narrowly missed. He clasped his head, but seemed to shake off the pain. They were soon dancing around as more curses were hurled there way. Everyone started to retaliate, but there was no use, there were too many. Voldemort himself floated down into the cavern.

'Well well!' He said icily 'What a catch we have made' He grinned a evil grin at them 'It is no use! Surrender!' Dumbledore's expression was pained, but he dropped his wand to the ground. Everyone else followed suit, and Voldemort walked up to them. 'Well aren't we going to have fun! Take them!' He ordered his death eaters. The dark lord cackled all the way back up to the surface, as The group of six were dragged off.

OoOoOoH i love cliffies, don't you? *smiles sweetly* Sorry about the state of that chapter, as I said it was incredibly rushed. Thanks!