Like a Phoenix
Ch. 16- Visions of the Past
A/N: Okay, I didn't have the slightest clue what I was going to write for this chapter for like two weeks, and it came to me the reason for that was because this story doesn't have a plot. Aside from that, everyone who has read this seems to enjoy this piece of crap, so I am forced to continue. But I think I might have something worked out that will at least propel us to the end of this story. Thank you for the time that you could have spent reading quality stories instead of this stupid thing. Please leave a review, unless of course Fanfiction.net is again deciding to be stupid. Then you can e-mail me at sailorsol@sailorjupiter.com. Thank you!
Disclaimer: Ah, if only I owned Harry Potter... What a blissful existence that would be...
***
"No, Ron, I have to do this. You can't stop me," Harry said, pushing past his friend. He made his way towards the portrait hole, tugging out of the grasp his friend had on his arm.
"Harry, think about what you're doing! Please, stop! Listen to me, Harry! Go talk to Dumbledore. Get help. Just don't do this alone," Ron was begging his best friend.
"No, you listen. I have to do this. It's the only way. No one else dies because of Him. No one, understand?" Harry replied angrily, finally getting to the portrait hole. He made a break for the Entrance Hall, Ron right behind him.
"I'm not letting you go alone, Harry. Even if I'm the only other one who goes with you, you aren't doing this alone," Ron shouted, following on Harry's heels.
"Go back to the Common Room, Ron. I don't want you following me," Harry replied angrily.
"Well tough luck, I'm going with you, no matter what. You can't get rid of me that easily. We've been friends for too long for you to just cast me aside like this," Ron said, once again grabbing Harry's arm, spinning him so they were face to face. Ron looked down into his friend's eyes. Harry broke eye contact first.
"Let me do this, Ron. Please," Harry asked, sounding desperate. Ron let go of him in shock, surprised by the sound of fear in Harry's voice. Ron stood there, as Harry looked at him, then took off once again, headed towards the Forbidden Forest, headed towards the doom of the greatest, most terrible Dark Lord to have ever had power before. Ron sighed, then started following again, determined to show his friend that he wasn't alone.
He would have been right behind Harry the entire way if he hadn't had to take a detour when the staircases changed while he was on them. Finally, five minutes after Harry had gotten away from him, Ron made it to the front hall. He pulled open the heavy doors and made a break towards the Forbidden Forest where he saw explosions caused by wand fight.
"Oh gods," Ron whispered as he started to run faster, his own wand drawn. For all he knew, he would encounter a hoard of angry Death Eaters along the way, ordered to kill anyone who tried to break up the battle. Both sides wanted this fight. Both sides felt sure they would win, and only one would. No matter what, there would be sacrifices either way.
Panting, Ron was finally in view of his friend and the horrible creature known as Lord Voldemort. He could just overhear what they were saying.
"Give it up now, Potter. You won't win. You can never win. I am Lord Voldemort!" Voldemort said in his cold, high-pitched voice. Ron shivered slightly as he heard the voice.
"I guess you've forgotten all the times I've beaten you before. At least you still remember your name. Although I don't think it will help you too much after you're dead," Harry replied, his voice sounding calm. Ron gulped as he saw the two raise their wands.
"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted. A light shot from the end of his wand towards Harry. Harry jumped out of the way of the curse.
"Come on! You've got to have better than that!" Harry taunted. Ron thought he shouldn't be doing something like that, but it was Harry after all, and Harry could handle himself.
Voldemort was now glaring at Harry, as if his look alone could kill the teenager. Suddenly a smirk grew on Voldemort's deformed face. In an instant, his wand was raised and he had shouted a spell.
"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort shouted. Harry's wand flew out of his hands and sailed into Voldemort's extended hand. Ron felt his stomach drop out. Harry looked slightly panicked, but held his ground.
"Foolish boy. You're unprotected, and yet you still stay here in front of me? You truly are stupid," Voldemort told Harry in a matter-of-fact tone.
As if privileged to something Voldemort didn't know, Harry started to smile. "Unprotected? I'm not as unprotected as you think, Tom," Harry taunted, using Voldemort's real name, making the crazed megalomaniac even angrier than he already was. Ron's eyes widened even more than they were at Harry's defiance, even now, when he seemed defeated. Harry wasn't going to give in, no matter what.
"And how do you expect to protect yourself against me, boy? Your mother's sacrifice is long since obsolete. You have nothing to hide behind," Voldemort replied.
"Oh?" Harry asked casually. In an instant, he had the Sword of Gryffindor drawn, held high in his hand. Voldemort looked shocked and amused at the same time.
"A sword? How is that going to protect you against me?" Voldemort asked. Harry didn't look swayed by his words.
"Like this!" Harry retorted, then swung the blade down, charging in an instant. It looked as if Voldemort hadn't been expecting a physical onslaught, even after Harry had drawn the sword. Harry landed a blow in his abdomen.
Voldemort looked down to see the sword sticking out of him, and his eyes widened. "The Sword of Gryffindor! How did you get this?" Voldemort asked in shock.
"It came to me, Tom. How do you think I got it? And it seems you know exactly what makes it so special," Harry stated, casually pulling the blade from Voldemort's side, taking a few steps back. Voldemort was still gaping at the wound on his side, watching his blood drain from his body and stain the ground.
"You'll pay for that!" Voldemort screeched, raising his own wand and Harry's into the air. "Avada Kedavra!" the shout rang out through the woods. Ron thought he was going to be sick as he saw the evil green light race towards his friend. Ron started running towards them, wanting to do something, but not knowing what else to do.
A gigantic flash of white filled the clearing, blinding Ron. He stopped in his tracks. An instant later, the light was gone. Ron promptly turned to the side and was sick. When he looked up again, he saw the burning grass where his friend had been moments ago. He saw two wands lying on the ground, one burnt and broken, the other whole, shining like a beacon in the dark.
Ron took half a step forward, but stopped when his sister ran up to his side.
***
Ron bolted up from his bed, breathing hard. He held his face in his hands. He hadn't had that dream in years. He still remembered that night and every little detail he had seen. It made him shiver. Hermione rolled over and woke up.
"Something wrong?" she asked blearily. Ron didn't say anything for a moment, then sighed softly. "Ron?" Hermione asked, concern flooding her voice. She sat up to look at him better.
"I had the dream again," he replied softly. He heard Hermione's small gasp, then felt her hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked, trying to sound comforting but her voice was wavering ever so slightly. That awful night was still clear in all their minds.
"Do you think I can ever be okay after watching that happen to him? Then having him come back like this... It's just so hard, Hermione. And what he said, about dying. I don't think I could loose him again," Ron's voice was cracking slightly, and moonlight glimmered off the tears creeping slowly down his cheeks. Hermione was quiet for a moment.
"It will be okay Ron. We can try and find a way to help him. He hasn't even tried. Who knows, we might be able to find something to help him," Hermione responded. If it had been any other circumstance, Ron would have been teasing Hermione about always wanting to do research to solve any and all problems she encountered. Instead, he sighed deeply.
"I don't think he's told Sirius yet," Ron stated. Hermione nodded slightly in response. "He deserves to know. If Harry won't tell him..."
"No, Ron. Harry has to be the one to tell him. He'll tell him when the time is right. Trust me, okay? Trust Harry," Hermione said. Ron sighed again. "Go to sleep, Ron. Get some rest," Hermione said quietly, laying down on the bed again. Ron laid down next to her once more, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Goodnight, Hermione," Ron whispered before falling asleep, still holding Hermione close to his side.
"Goodnight, Ron," Hermione responded, her back to Ron's chest. A tear slid down her cheek as she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep once again as well.
***
A/N: Hehe... *grins sheepishly*... Well, it's only been a month since I last updated... Hehe... I'm sorry, I really am. I had such a hard time with this chapter. First, I couldn't think of a thing to write. Then, once I had an idea, I actually had to write it. I'm not that good with action scenes, that's why I never did it in the first place, but I guess I needed a transitional chapter such as this one... Then there was the whole wonderful ordeal where FF.N wasn't working... Lol... So it took me some time... I'm really, really, really, really sorry though! I have an idea (be it a small one) for next chapter, so I should start working on it soon... In other news, I got my AP History results back! I got a 5!! For anyone who doesn't know, that's the best you can get. I still can't believe I got a 5 though... I was in shock! Hehe... Okay, now I'll thank my reviewers!
As usual, I'm thanking my reviewers! Thank you reviewers! Hehe...
Lady Avalon- Thank you for all your wonderful reviews! They helped me get this chapter when all my other "loyal" reviewers didn't review (*runs into the corner sobbing...*). I'm glad you liked it so far, and I hope you see this and come to finish reading it!! I was on SOMETHING when I wrote some of those disclaimers, not quite sure what, but ya know, lol... Okay, well, thanks for reading!!!
Nightspell- Thank you! Sorry it was a bit confusing, I thought it might be, but you were actually the first person to say anything, so you must be more observant than other people, lol... I felt kind of... selfish... when I left a review asking you to review, but I'm glad that you like the story so far. You should try your hand at a story sometime, that way I can review your stuff! Thanks again for reading!
And now to add some additional comments...
SiriusBPadfoot- *glares contemptuously*. You asked me to e-mail you when I updated. I did. Did you not GET my e-mail????? You never came and reviewed! *sobs loudly*!! I was so lost without your review! Are you still alive???? Did something happen???? Please come back to me and review again!!!!! I'll e-mail you about this chapter, and you'd BETTER get it!!! Or else I'll cry! *Starts to pout*! I will!!! Come back please!!
And again, I always have to thank my older sister for reading this. She's off at camp now, but I'm sending her this, and I'm sure to be hearing from her about it. She said ch. 15 was good, but got tedious at the end... I agree, that's why the ending was quite abrupt, lol... Oh well, I'm going to finish this off so I can post it in the morning, or else no one will realize it is out and won't read it!! Hehehehe!!! But I'll be questing in the morning... Hehe... My friend and I are going on a quest for the Fountain of Youth... You really don't want to know, but I might be writing up a "journal" of our quest, which I might post at some time, who knows... Lol... I'll tell you if I do, hehe... Peace out!!
Ch. 16- Visions of the Past
A/N: Okay, I didn't have the slightest clue what I was going to write for this chapter for like two weeks, and it came to me the reason for that was because this story doesn't have a plot. Aside from that, everyone who has read this seems to enjoy this piece of crap, so I am forced to continue. But I think I might have something worked out that will at least propel us to the end of this story. Thank you for the time that you could have spent reading quality stories instead of this stupid thing. Please leave a review, unless of course Fanfiction.net is again deciding to be stupid. Then you can e-mail me at sailorsol@sailorjupiter.com. Thank you!
Disclaimer: Ah, if only I owned Harry Potter... What a blissful existence that would be...
***
"No, Ron, I have to do this. You can't stop me," Harry said, pushing past his friend. He made his way towards the portrait hole, tugging out of the grasp his friend had on his arm.
"Harry, think about what you're doing! Please, stop! Listen to me, Harry! Go talk to Dumbledore. Get help. Just don't do this alone," Ron was begging his best friend.
"No, you listen. I have to do this. It's the only way. No one else dies because of Him. No one, understand?" Harry replied angrily, finally getting to the portrait hole. He made a break for the Entrance Hall, Ron right behind him.
"I'm not letting you go alone, Harry. Even if I'm the only other one who goes with you, you aren't doing this alone," Ron shouted, following on Harry's heels.
"Go back to the Common Room, Ron. I don't want you following me," Harry replied angrily.
"Well tough luck, I'm going with you, no matter what. You can't get rid of me that easily. We've been friends for too long for you to just cast me aside like this," Ron said, once again grabbing Harry's arm, spinning him so they were face to face. Ron looked down into his friend's eyes. Harry broke eye contact first.
"Let me do this, Ron. Please," Harry asked, sounding desperate. Ron let go of him in shock, surprised by the sound of fear in Harry's voice. Ron stood there, as Harry looked at him, then took off once again, headed towards the Forbidden Forest, headed towards the doom of the greatest, most terrible Dark Lord to have ever had power before. Ron sighed, then started following again, determined to show his friend that he wasn't alone.
He would have been right behind Harry the entire way if he hadn't had to take a detour when the staircases changed while he was on them. Finally, five minutes after Harry had gotten away from him, Ron made it to the front hall. He pulled open the heavy doors and made a break towards the Forbidden Forest where he saw explosions caused by wand fight.
"Oh gods," Ron whispered as he started to run faster, his own wand drawn. For all he knew, he would encounter a hoard of angry Death Eaters along the way, ordered to kill anyone who tried to break up the battle. Both sides wanted this fight. Both sides felt sure they would win, and only one would. No matter what, there would be sacrifices either way.
Panting, Ron was finally in view of his friend and the horrible creature known as Lord Voldemort. He could just overhear what they were saying.
"Give it up now, Potter. You won't win. You can never win. I am Lord Voldemort!" Voldemort said in his cold, high-pitched voice. Ron shivered slightly as he heard the voice.
"I guess you've forgotten all the times I've beaten you before. At least you still remember your name. Although I don't think it will help you too much after you're dead," Harry replied, his voice sounding calm. Ron gulped as he saw the two raise their wands.
"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted. A light shot from the end of his wand towards Harry. Harry jumped out of the way of the curse.
"Come on! You've got to have better than that!" Harry taunted. Ron thought he shouldn't be doing something like that, but it was Harry after all, and Harry could handle himself.
Voldemort was now glaring at Harry, as if his look alone could kill the teenager. Suddenly a smirk grew on Voldemort's deformed face. In an instant, his wand was raised and he had shouted a spell.
"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort shouted. Harry's wand flew out of his hands and sailed into Voldemort's extended hand. Ron felt his stomach drop out. Harry looked slightly panicked, but held his ground.
"Foolish boy. You're unprotected, and yet you still stay here in front of me? You truly are stupid," Voldemort told Harry in a matter-of-fact tone.
As if privileged to something Voldemort didn't know, Harry started to smile. "Unprotected? I'm not as unprotected as you think, Tom," Harry taunted, using Voldemort's real name, making the crazed megalomaniac even angrier than he already was. Ron's eyes widened even more than they were at Harry's defiance, even now, when he seemed defeated. Harry wasn't going to give in, no matter what.
"And how do you expect to protect yourself against me, boy? Your mother's sacrifice is long since obsolete. You have nothing to hide behind," Voldemort replied.
"Oh?" Harry asked casually. In an instant, he had the Sword of Gryffindor drawn, held high in his hand. Voldemort looked shocked and amused at the same time.
"A sword? How is that going to protect you against me?" Voldemort asked. Harry didn't look swayed by his words.
"Like this!" Harry retorted, then swung the blade down, charging in an instant. It looked as if Voldemort hadn't been expecting a physical onslaught, even after Harry had drawn the sword. Harry landed a blow in his abdomen.
Voldemort looked down to see the sword sticking out of him, and his eyes widened. "The Sword of Gryffindor! How did you get this?" Voldemort asked in shock.
"It came to me, Tom. How do you think I got it? And it seems you know exactly what makes it so special," Harry stated, casually pulling the blade from Voldemort's side, taking a few steps back. Voldemort was still gaping at the wound on his side, watching his blood drain from his body and stain the ground.
"You'll pay for that!" Voldemort screeched, raising his own wand and Harry's into the air. "Avada Kedavra!" the shout rang out through the woods. Ron thought he was going to be sick as he saw the evil green light race towards his friend. Ron started running towards them, wanting to do something, but not knowing what else to do.
A gigantic flash of white filled the clearing, blinding Ron. He stopped in his tracks. An instant later, the light was gone. Ron promptly turned to the side and was sick. When he looked up again, he saw the burning grass where his friend had been moments ago. He saw two wands lying on the ground, one burnt and broken, the other whole, shining like a beacon in the dark.
Ron took half a step forward, but stopped when his sister ran up to his side.
***
Ron bolted up from his bed, breathing hard. He held his face in his hands. He hadn't had that dream in years. He still remembered that night and every little detail he had seen. It made him shiver. Hermione rolled over and woke up.
"Something wrong?" she asked blearily. Ron didn't say anything for a moment, then sighed softly. "Ron?" Hermione asked, concern flooding her voice. She sat up to look at him better.
"I had the dream again," he replied softly. He heard Hermione's small gasp, then felt her hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked, trying to sound comforting but her voice was wavering ever so slightly. That awful night was still clear in all their minds.
"Do you think I can ever be okay after watching that happen to him? Then having him come back like this... It's just so hard, Hermione. And what he said, about dying. I don't think I could loose him again," Ron's voice was cracking slightly, and moonlight glimmered off the tears creeping slowly down his cheeks. Hermione was quiet for a moment.
"It will be okay Ron. We can try and find a way to help him. He hasn't even tried. Who knows, we might be able to find something to help him," Hermione responded. If it had been any other circumstance, Ron would have been teasing Hermione about always wanting to do research to solve any and all problems she encountered. Instead, he sighed deeply.
"I don't think he's told Sirius yet," Ron stated. Hermione nodded slightly in response. "He deserves to know. If Harry won't tell him..."
"No, Ron. Harry has to be the one to tell him. He'll tell him when the time is right. Trust me, okay? Trust Harry," Hermione said. Ron sighed again. "Go to sleep, Ron. Get some rest," Hermione said quietly, laying down on the bed again. Ron laid down next to her once more, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Goodnight, Hermione," Ron whispered before falling asleep, still holding Hermione close to his side.
"Goodnight, Ron," Hermione responded, her back to Ron's chest. A tear slid down her cheek as she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep once again as well.
***
A/N: Hehe... *grins sheepishly*... Well, it's only been a month since I last updated... Hehe... I'm sorry, I really am. I had such a hard time with this chapter. First, I couldn't think of a thing to write. Then, once I had an idea, I actually had to write it. I'm not that good with action scenes, that's why I never did it in the first place, but I guess I needed a transitional chapter such as this one... Then there was the whole wonderful ordeal where FF.N wasn't working... Lol... So it took me some time... I'm really, really, really, really sorry though! I have an idea (be it a small one) for next chapter, so I should start working on it soon... In other news, I got my AP History results back! I got a 5!! For anyone who doesn't know, that's the best you can get. I still can't believe I got a 5 though... I was in shock! Hehe... Okay, now I'll thank my reviewers!
As usual, I'm thanking my reviewers! Thank you reviewers! Hehe...
Lady Avalon- Thank you for all your wonderful reviews! They helped me get this chapter when all my other "loyal" reviewers didn't review (*runs into the corner sobbing...*). I'm glad you liked it so far, and I hope you see this and come to finish reading it!! I was on SOMETHING when I wrote some of those disclaimers, not quite sure what, but ya know, lol... Okay, well, thanks for reading!!!
Nightspell- Thank you! Sorry it was a bit confusing, I thought it might be, but you were actually the first person to say anything, so you must be more observant than other people, lol... I felt kind of... selfish... when I left a review asking you to review, but I'm glad that you like the story so far. You should try your hand at a story sometime, that way I can review your stuff! Thanks again for reading!
And now to add some additional comments...
SiriusBPadfoot- *glares contemptuously*. You asked me to e-mail you when I updated. I did. Did you not GET my e-mail????? You never came and reviewed! *sobs loudly*!! I was so lost without your review! Are you still alive???? Did something happen???? Please come back to me and review again!!!!! I'll e-mail you about this chapter, and you'd BETTER get it!!! Or else I'll cry! *Starts to pout*! I will!!! Come back please!!
And again, I always have to thank my older sister for reading this. She's off at camp now, but I'm sending her this, and I'm sure to be hearing from her about it. She said ch. 15 was good, but got tedious at the end... I agree, that's why the ending was quite abrupt, lol... Oh well, I'm going to finish this off so I can post it in the morning, or else no one will realize it is out and won't read it!! Hehehehe!!! But I'll be questing in the morning... Hehe... My friend and I are going on a quest for the Fountain of Youth... You really don't want to know, but I might be writing up a "journal" of our quest, which I might post at some time, who knows... Lol... I'll tell you if I do, hehe... Peace out!!