Authers note: Thank you for reviewing, i hope that you like this chapter...
Disclaimer: I own nothing, though JK Rowling does...
Chapter Five:
He found it! He found it!! Its was in one of Salazar Slytherin's books. It was written that the spell needed a very powerful wizard to accomplish, and that the wards would open for only five seconds. IT will work, it has to work. Tonight was the meeting, and they will get him out of that place, or die trying.
Dumbledore stood up, and went into his sleeping chamber. He;s going to take a little nap for he has not slept in atleast two days, which wasn't good for an oldman like himself.
As the weary Headmaster lay down on his bed the smile that was on his face turned into a frown, what if Harry was beyond recovery; What if he was dead? Ofcourse these thoughts had entered his mind before now, but... now was not the time to think of that. All that matters is to get the child out, all he has to do at the moment is hope that all goes well...hopefully.
All Harry could hear were sounds, and screams. All he could feel was cold and miserable. This couldn't be right, unless... unless there were dementors around him.
He moaned in pain as he tried to turn to his side, only ending up couphing out blood. He settled down on his back again. He looked down at his hands again, from the arm to the wrist blood covered them, and beneath that blood were very deep wounds which looked black. Breathing was a hard thing to do, each breath caused his massive amount of pain instead he had to take short little gasps. Now his legs, his legs was another matter. They still burned and ached, every little movement sent fire up to his thigh, but it was good to know that he could atleast move them which was a good sign.
After his little body checkup Harry turned his head to the filthy wall o his right. Where are they? he thought. Why haven't they showed up yet? Maybe they don't like him anymore. No that's stupid, or...
His thoughts stopped as a jolt of fire was sent up to his spine from all over his body, he gasped out alloud, which caused his chest to hurt harder, and make him cough out more blood. But something wasn't right...well everything wasn't right, but last time his chest didn't hurt like this. Another jolt, this time it stayed longer. He daren't gasp or yell out, but he shut his eyes very tight.
When it was over he opened his eyes again. What was that? He thought. All he knew at the moment was that he doesn't want to feel that ever again. His wish wasn't granted because after a few minutes it happened again, though this time it didn't stop, finally ending with a heart sinking shreik of pain. He started panting forgetting the pain in his chest which was getting worse and worse.
"Nooo..." he moaned. He wanted to scream and yell for them to stop, to tell them that he didn't do anything, but couldn't because the pain was inabeling him to speak.
Severus Snape walked quickly through the corridor leading to Potters cell. He had a goblet full of water. The 'master' said that he doesnt want the boy to die of dehidration so he made him give the boy some water. Either way he was glad to go, he wanted to go and see how the boy was doing. If he recalls correctly the potion should have started half an hour ago. The potion was a new toy the Dark Lord has found, and unfortunatly it worked because he has heard the boys blood curling scream.
Once infront of the large door, he picked up the key and opened the door...
There on the ground infront of him lay a rigid Harry with blood slowly making its way out of his mouth. His eyes were wide, and he was shaking terribly.
Severus immidiatly went to the boy. The child avverted his gaze to the man above him and started eddging away.
"Stay away! Please, go away! Please! " the boy kept muttering, fear apperant in his big emmerald eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you!Shhh! Stay still! I'm just going to give you some water, thats all!" said Snape. But the boy kept mutering nonesence under his breath; nevertheless, he stayed still Perhaps from fatigue.
Severus knew that it's going to hurt him but he had to get the boy to drink some water. He slowly placed his arm under the boys head, lifted him up.
The suffering child opened his mouth in a silent scream, but Severus had already placed the goblet to the boys dried lips.
The kid kept drinking until there was no more water in the cup, but now he had to get him to lie back down. Slowly he placed the boy on the ground, but then noticed that the boy had fallen unconsience.
He watched his face for a little while then stood up and left.
"Don't worry potter. They'll be here soon."
All of them were now in the office. The meeting was about to start in a few moments, they were all waiting for Dumbledore to come. Suddenly the back door of the office opened and in he came.
They all sat straighter in their seats, and hoping that he has found a plan to get into the wards to save Harry.
" The meeting is adjourned," Dumbledore said as he took his seat.
" I am not going to circle around the subject, all i ahve to say about it is that i found a way to get into the wards. Unfortunatly, we only get to have five seconds before they close, so we have to be quick. Go in, get Harry, get out." said the currant Headmaster of Hogwarts.
All the faces in that room brightened, especailly Sirius' and Remus'. But then Moody said " Why don't we just go in and blast everything, and be done with it like we planned 14 years ago. If i remember correctly exactly before the Dark lord met his downfall, we were planning to go and attack the place, why not do it now and be done with it."
Silence peirced the room. The eyes were on Alastor Moody, but then turned to Dumbledore, who had his fingures on his nose bridge and was rubbing it, he then stood up and said " i believe it is time i should tell you why we haven't already gone to Vodemorts den and killed him. You see exactly 14 years ago before the night that was planned for us to go and do the opperation, Fawkes the Phoenix brought in a parchment. On that piece of paper was a prophecie. That the Dark Lord will die on the hands of the Boy-Who-Lived, and that the boy would get his full power on the age of 18. Now Voldemort too got that parchment, of that I am not sure how, but as you remember the Dark Lord met his downfall, as he tried to go and kill his future becoming enemy but instead he met his downfall, and Harry was nicknamed, the Boy-Who-Lived.
"That is why we cannot go and kill Voldemort ourselves. We will be capable to. We could try, but what of we died and Harry lived. He needs all the help of the people surrounding him, and i wouldn't trust him with anyone else than you. I hope that you understand this. Now, when we get Harry back tonight I dont want him to know anything about this, he will know when he is of the right age."
With that Dumbledore finished, and took back his seat. They were all silent, though Sirius felt slightly better when Dumbledore said 'When we get Harry'. But the Fletcher spoke " But how did the Potters know that it was them who Voldemort was after?"
This time however it was Snape who spoke, " I was with Voldemort back then, when he got the prophecie, it wasn't the same as the one the Headmaster got. In his there was the name of the Boy-Who-Lived. But i didn't want the Potters to die, so i turned to your side and told Dumbledore. After two months the Potters died because of...certain... circumstances," he said, stealing a glance at Sirius, who had hung his head low.
To this noone had anything to say. " Now to more inportant matters... We will move in one hour time to where Voldemort is, we will go in there and get Harry out... Are there any questions?" said Dumbledore eyeing the bing room.
Nobody said anything. " You may all go," he said, one after one tehy all left, leaving in return Dumbledore to his thoughts.
* 1 hour and 10 minutes later*
Voldemort sat in his chair, looking like the king between his servents. Then with a slight clash the chambers doors opened, and in came a swaying Death Eater.
"Cheers, my Lord!" he said in a slurry voice, his silver hand gesturing in the air.
"Wormtail, you're drunk,"said Voldemort calmly, as if bored. " Crusio!" he yelled. Immidiatly the Death Eater infront of him crumpled to the ground shrieking with immence pain.
"That, Wormtail, is to teach you that i dont like drunken servents in my service. Now get out and pull yourself together," the Dark Lord shrieked. The servent bowed clumzilly, and quickly turned from his seething master towards the door.
Once outside, Wormtail picked a bucket full of water, and threw it on his head. He learned that from Hagrid when they used to be at Hogwarts.
The cold water brought him back to reality. Heavily, he sank his wet form to the ground. A few moments later he heard some bushes move, his head quickly snapped to his left.
There he saw about 10 or 12 people, one of them had a long silver beard. Harshly he rubbed his eyes, just incase his mind was playing games on him, but there they were. Dumbledore and his crew!
The master would be pleased of me for telling him what i saw, he though darkly. He changed into his animagus form, and scurried towards the hem of his masters' robes.
Once he got inside, he quickly ran to his Master, practicly flew to his knees.
"My Lord, Dumbledore is here, he is trying to get into this place," he said panting.
" Wormtail, are you still drunk? There is noway that that muggle-loving fool could get in here," The Dark Lord said loudly.
" Please, my Lord, look for yourself," said Wormtail.
Voldemort sighed, it wouldn't hurt to take a look, he thought. If that rat was wrong he was going to make him wish he was never born.
He sttod up, and slowly walked towards the wondow, and took a look out. He saw something moving, he sqeezed his eyes a little more, and there he saw them, they were trying to get here to save the boy.
He started pacing the room, then stopped. A slightly mad smile on his snake-like face. Why should he not capture them? Why not?
" My fellow Death Eaters, we have some company. I want you all to hide youselves very well. In any minute now Dumbledore will come in. I want you to capture him and his crew. Do not harm them, only place them in the cell in that corner.... Do i make myself clear? Good.... Now, go. Not you, wormtail. I want you to go and tell the Dementors to bring our little friend over here, and tie him up to the chains." Voldemort said, in a cheerful voice, as if he were playing a game.
Wormtail nodded, and they all went their seperate ways. Voldemort turned, and left.
Authers note: okay here it is. Is this a cliffy? ...anyway, i hope that you like it... i was plannning on writting more but i have to leave to my cousins house :@ oh and i was wondering if anyof you who are reading my story would do me a favor... would you please tell other people to come read my story...if you dont want to its okay , i dont mind... anyway sorry if this chpter isnt as much as you wanted it to be , but...shruggg...
please review! Thanks...it means a lot...
Disclaimer: I own nothing, though JK Rowling does...
Chapter Five:
He found it! He found it!! Its was in one of Salazar Slytherin's books. It was written that the spell needed a very powerful wizard to accomplish, and that the wards would open for only five seconds. IT will work, it has to work. Tonight was the meeting, and they will get him out of that place, or die trying.
Dumbledore stood up, and went into his sleeping chamber. He;s going to take a little nap for he has not slept in atleast two days, which wasn't good for an oldman like himself.
As the weary Headmaster lay down on his bed the smile that was on his face turned into a frown, what if Harry was beyond recovery; What if he was dead? Ofcourse these thoughts had entered his mind before now, but... now was not the time to think of that. All that matters is to get the child out, all he has to do at the moment is hope that all goes well...hopefully.
All Harry could hear were sounds, and screams. All he could feel was cold and miserable. This couldn't be right, unless... unless there were dementors around him.
He moaned in pain as he tried to turn to his side, only ending up couphing out blood. He settled down on his back again. He looked down at his hands again, from the arm to the wrist blood covered them, and beneath that blood were very deep wounds which looked black. Breathing was a hard thing to do, each breath caused his massive amount of pain instead he had to take short little gasps. Now his legs, his legs was another matter. They still burned and ached, every little movement sent fire up to his thigh, but it was good to know that he could atleast move them which was a good sign.
After his little body checkup Harry turned his head to the filthy wall o his right. Where are they? he thought. Why haven't they showed up yet? Maybe they don't like him anymore. No that's stupid, or...
His thoughts stopped as a jolt of fire was sent up to his spine from all over his body, he gasped out alloud, which caused his chest to hurt harder, and make him cough out more blood. But something wasn't right...well everything wasn't right, but last time his chest didn't hurt like this. Another jolt, this time it stayed longer. He daren't gasp or yell out, but he shut his eyes very tight.
When it was over he opened his eyes again. What was that? He thought. All he knew at the moment was that he doesn't want to feel that ever again. His wish wasn't granted because after a few minutes it happened again, though this time it didn't stop, finally ending with a heart sinking shreik of pain. He started panting forgetting the pain in his chest which was getting worse and worse.
"Nooo..." he moaned. He wanted to scream and yell for them to stop, to tell them that he didn't do anything, but couldn't because the pain was inabeling him to speak.
Severus Snape walked quickly through the corridor leading to Potters cell. He had a goblet full of water. The 'master' said that he doesnt want the boy to die of dehidration so he made him give the boy some water. Either way he was glad to go, he wanted to go and see how the boy was doing. If he recalls correctly the potion should have started half an hour ago. The potion was a new toy the Dark Lord has found, and unfortunatly it worked because he has heard the boys blood curling scream.
Once infront of the large door, he picked up the key and opened the door...
There on the ground infront of him lay a rigid Harry with blood slowly making its way out of his mouth. His eyes were wide, and he was shaking terribly.
Severus immidiatly went to the boy. The child avverted his gaze to the man above him and started eddging away.
"Stay away! Please, go away! Please! " the boy kept muttering, fear apperant in his big emmerald eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you!Shhh! Stay still! I'm just going to give you some water, thats all!" said Snape. But the boy kept mutering nonesence under his breath; nevertheless, he stayed still Perhaps from fatigue.
Severus knew that it's going to hurt him but he had to get the boy to drink some water. He slowly placed his arm under the boys head, lifted him up.
The suffering child opened his mouth in a silent scream, but Severus had already placed the goblet to the boys dried lips.
The kid kept drinking until there was no more water in the cup, but now he had to get him to lie back down. Slowly he placed the boy on the ground, but then noticed that the boy had fallen unconsience.
He watched his face for a little while then stood up and left.
"Don't worry potter. They'll be here soon."
All of them were now in the office. The meeting was about to start in a few moments, they were all waiting for Dumbledore to come. Suddenly the back door of the office opened and in he came.
They all sat straighter in their seats, and hoping that he has found a plan to get into the wards to save Harry.
" The meeting is adjourned," Dumbledore said as he took his seat.
" I am not going to circle around the subject, all i ahve to say about it is that i found a way to get into the wards. Unfortunatly, we only get to have five seconds before they close, so we have to be quick. Go in, get Harry, get out." said the currant Headmaster of Hogwarts.
All the faces in that room brightened, especailly Sirius' and Remus'. But then Moody said " Why don't we just go in and blast everything, and be done with it like we planned 14 years ago. If i remember correctly exactly before the Dark lord met his downfall, we were planning to go and attack the place, why not do it now and be done with it."
Silence peirced the room. The eyes were on Alastor Moody, but then turned to Dumbledore, who had his fingures on his nose bridge and was rubbing it, he then stood up and said " i believe it is time i should tell you why we haven't already gone to Vodemorts den and killed him. You see exactly 14 years ago before the night that was planned for us to go and do the opperation, Fawkes the Phoenix brought in a parchment. On that piece of paper was a prophecie. That the Dark Lord will die on the hands of the Boy-Who-Lived, and that the boy would get his full power on the age of 18. Now Voldemort too got that parchment, of that I am not sure how, but as you remember the Dark Lord met his downfall, as he tried to go and kill his future becoming enemy but instead he met his downfall, and Harry was nicknamed, the Boy-Who-Lived.
"That is why we cannot go and kill Voldemort ourselves. We will be capable to. We could try, but what of we died and Harry lived. He needs all the help of the people surrounding him, and i wouldn't trust him with anyone else than you. I hope that you understand this. Now, when we get Harry back tonight I dont want him to know anything about this, he will know when he is of the right age."
With that Dumbledore finished, and took back his seat. They were all silent, though Sirius felt slightly better when Dumbledore said 'When we get Harry'. But the Fletcher spoke " But how did the Potters know that it was them who Voldemort was after?"
This time however it was Snape who spoke, " I was with Voldemort back then, when he got the prophecie, it wasn't the same as the one the Headmaster got. In his there was the name of the Boy-Who-Lived. But i didn't want the Potters to die, so i turned to your side and told Dumbledore. After two months the Potters died because of...certain... circumstances," he said, stealing a glance at Sirius, who had hung his head low.
To this noone had anything to say. " Now to more inportant matters... We will move in one hour time to where Voldemort is, we will go in there and get Harry out... Are there any questions?" said Dumbledore eyeing the bing room.
Nobody said anything. " You may all go," he said, one after one tehy all left, leaving in return Dumbledore to his thoughts.
* 1 hour and 10 minutes later*
Voldemort sat in his chair, looking like the king between his servents. Then with a slight clash the chambers doors opened, and in came a swaying Death Eater.
"Cheers, my Lord!" he said in a slurry voice, his silver hand gesturing in the air.
"Wormtail, you're drunk,"said Voldemort calmly, as if bored. " Crusio!" he yelled. Immidiatly the Death Eater infront of him crumpled to the ground shrieking with immence pain.
"That, Wormtail, is to teach you that i dont like drunken servents in my service. Now get out and pull yourself together," the Dark Lord shrieked. The servent bowed clumzilly, and quickly turned from his seething master towards the door.
Once outside, Wormtail picked a bucket full of water, and threw it on his head. He learned that from Hagrid when they used to be at Hogwarts.
The cold water brought him back to reality. Heavily, he sank his wet form to the ground. A few moments later he heard some bushes move, his head quickly snapped to his left.
There he saw about 10 or 12 people, one of them had a long silver beard. Harshly he rubbed his eyes, just incase his mind was playing games on him, but there they were. Dumbledore and his crew!
The master would be pleased of me for telling him what i saw, he though darkly. He changed into his animagus form, and scurried towards the hem of his masters' robes.
Once he got inside, he quickly ran to his Master, practicly flew to his knees.
"My Lord, Dumbledore is here, he is trying to get into this place," he said panting.
" Wormtail, are you still drunk? There is noway that that muggle-loving fool could get in here," The Dark Lord said loudly.
" Please, my Lord, look for yourself," said Wormtail.
Voldemort sighed, it wouldn't hurt to take a look, he thought. If that rat was wrong he was going to make him wish he was never born.
He sttod up, and slowly walked towards the wondow, and took a look out. He saw something moving, he sqeezed his eyes a little more, and there he saw them, they were trying to get here to save the boy.
He started pacing the room, then stopped. A slightly mad smile on his snake-like face. Why should he not capture them? Why not?
" My fellow Death Eaters, we have some company. I want you all to hide youselves very well. In any minute now Dumbledore will come in. I want you to capture him and his crew. Do not harm them, only place them in the cell in that corner.... Do i make myself clear? Good.... Now, go. Not you, wormtail. I want you to go and tell the Dementors to bring our little friend over here, and tie him up to the chains." Voldemort said, in a cheerful voice, as if he were playing a game.
Wormtail nodded, and they all went their seperate ways. Voldemort turned, and left.
Authers note: okay here it is. Is this a cliffy? ...anyway, i hope that you like it... i was plannning on writting more but i have to leave to my cousins house :@ oh and i was wondering if anyof you who are reading my story would do me a favor... would you please tell other people to come read my story...if you dont want to its okay , i dont mind... anyway sorry if this chpter isnt as much as you wanted it to be , but...shruggg...
please review! Thanks...it means a lot...