"Okay, okay, I hope a certain Ron DOESN'T tell them." Harry said. "Well,
I'm done now. very tiring day, now.yes. goodnight to you all." Harry got up
to go to bed, and Hermione came up on his heels. "Hermione, can I tell Ron
my side in private, then you can tell him in private. It'll be easier that
way. okay?" Harry asked, watching Ron come up from the top of the stairs.
"Okay you guys. tell me the truth, or I go back downstairs and scream it on the top of my lungs!" Ron cried, pulling Harry into his room.
"I'll tell you then Hermione. It'll be easier for the 3 of us." Harry explained.
"No, I want the both of you to tell me." Ron said.
Harry looked at the clock, and gasped. It was 9:03, and he had just remembered Voldemort. "Voldemort. He'll want us to die. he's going to attack." He thought. "AAHHHRRRGGG!!!" he screamed. His scar was hurting again, and was really bad. He didn't have time to think, he blacked out from the excruciating pains on his forehead.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, as she and Ron caught him as he fell. "Harry, Harry, is he okay? Harry, dear, talk!" Hermione was really scared for him, and Ron carried him to his bed, screaming for everyone to come and help.
"What is it?" Fred and George came in first, panting.
"What? What?" everyone else came in with worried looks on their faces.
"Harry just screamed and fainted with his hand on his scar. I'm worried about him with what happened 2 nights ago. You-Know-Who might come to try and kill him in his dream." Hermione explained, holding Harry's hand.
Just then an owl came through the window with a note and a parcel on its leg. Ron took the package off the owl and read the name. "To Harry Potter from: Sirius" It read. "It's for Harry. I'll give it to him when he wakes up." Ron said, patting the owl and putting it in Pigwidgeon's cage for refreshment.
"Let me see it." Hermione said, opening the package. "It's. Its.It's." Hermione stuttered, looking at the parcel.
"It's one of those new things. what are they? Stalkie-Talkies? Snuffles gave Harry a Stalkie-Talkie!" Ron finished for her.
Just then, as Hermione put it back, Harry started to levitate and fly violently across the room, shaking madly. "Ron! Ron! Voldemort has Harry! He has Harry, and he's going to kill him! We have to help him! Go away, people! We have to help Harry!" Hermione screamed.
"How are you going to help him? It's VOLDEMORT!" Ron forgot not to say his name. Everyone but Mr. and Mrs. Weasely, who started to ask questions left.
"Voldemort attacks people in their sleep, and the only way to stop him is to fall asleep and help him. We have to, mum and dad, so just help us sleep!" Ron said.
Mr. Weasely took out his wand as Hermione and Ron dodged the sleeping Harry and flew on the bed. "Sleepitrumus!" Mr. Weasely cried, and Ron and Hermione instantly went to sleep.
***IN THE DREAM**
Hermione started to scream. Her light lightning scar was hurting so much she couldn't stand it. She looked around, stopped screaming, and saw him. Harry was lying on the ground, unconscious. Ron, who was beside her ran to Harry's side, and looked at Hermione.
"He's breathing, shallow it is, though."
"Harry." She ran to him, and shook him.
They heard a cackling. It was him. The one that had tortured the poor boy was laughing. No parents to help him, tortured at his only other people he consider family's house, and the maniac was laughing.
"You little ba-" Ron started to yell something he would regret is Hermione hadn't stopped him.
"Ron, be nice. I know it's hard, but we have to! For each other and Harry. be nice!" Hermione reminded Ron.
"Now.it's my turn to have a little fun! Ron. I know I'm a bookworm. but I've been watching you and listening to rumors. Expilarimus!" She said, holding out her wand, and capturing Voldemorts's wand in her hand. "Ha!" Hermione was laughing, looking at the 'Lord Voldemort' looking at his hands, like a child whose teddy bear mysteriously disappeared. "Why must he do this to us EVERY year?" She asked Ron, peering at little Harry.
"When I get my hands on him, I'll-" Ron was cut off by the feeling like all the happiness was racing out of him.
"Dementors." Hermione said, looking over her shoulder and seeing Dementors taking off their hoods, about to attack. "Recedo!" Hermione screamed at all the Dementors, but they didn't back up, they came closer. Hermione was crying, because she was scared. Her tears were streaming down her face, onto Harry, who was coming to. "Harry." Hermione was whimpering backing up.
Ron was just staring, and trying to think of a way he could get these stupid things to back off, but couldn't.
"Huh. Dementors!" Harry said, getting up. He heard the screams, the cries of his mom dying, but he tuned it out, to the thought of another good school year, going home with Sirius, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, all his friends, Snape in Neville's granny's clothes. He just said the magic words (Expecto Patronum), and a slivery thing shot out of his wand, and scared the Dementors off.
"Harry! You're awake!" Hermione and Ron said at the same time.
"What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked shocked at the sight of Hermione and Ron.
"Why, we're coming to help our best friend, of course!" Ron said.
"Now we have got to do something about him!" Hermione said, handing Harry both Voldemort and his own wand.
"Thanks" Harry muttered, and stood up on some wobbly legs. "Voldemort!" Harry said, looking at the bad wizard. He so wanted to say, "You bad, bad wizard!", but thought better of it. "You've hurt too many people, and you're getting on my nerves! Can't I go one year without your constant appearances? AAARRGGGHHH!!!" Harry screamed, shaking madly. "You're friends almost killed Ron and my Hermione!" He said.
"Yesss.. What's wrong with thaaat?" Voldemort cackled, advancing on Hermione, Ron and Harry.
'He said my Hermione.' Hermione thought, tears in her eyes.
"I'm going to get rid of you once and for all. Hermione, Ron, you know what we try?" Harry asked.
"Crucio?" Hermione asked to where only Harry and Ron could hear her.
Harry nodded. "One, two." Harry counted, holding out his wand.
"You wouldn't?!" Voldemort was walking backwards.
"No more supporters, eh Voldemort? No one here to save your sorry butt now? Well. You're smart enough to dream this up not bringing any followers. Where are you sleeping? Hmm? Some grave? That would be very smart, yes. yes... very smart of you! Die in a grave!" Harry was hysterical. He was very mad now, his parent's murderer was in his hands now, and he could kill him at any given moment. "Hermione, Ron. now. THREE! CRUCIO!! CRUCIO!! CRUCIO!!" They all started screaming Crucio over and over, making Voldemort start screaming and twitching on the ground.
Harry finished Lord Voldemort with the worst Unforgivable. "Avada Kadavera."
"I can't believe this. we just killed Lord Voldemort." Ron said, as the man stopped screaming and twitching and lay still.
"He's not breathing. I can see it." Hermione said.
Harry didn't speak. He was too shocked to say anything.
There was a pause, and it was Ron who broke it. "Well, what do we do now? We have his wand, and could just bring it with us back home."
"Yeah. Time to wake up and smell another day. Well, do we bring back the body?" Harry said, looking over the dead Voldemort. Harry snapped Voldemort's wand into little bitty pieces, just for safe keeping.
"Yea, I guess." Hermione said, making some rope go around the body's hands and feet, then said "Okay, everyone, hold onto me.I'll get us home. Sleepitrumus Expellirus!" She said making sure everyone was holding on. Ron held onto her left hand, while Harry held Ron's with his right, and held Voldemort's robe with the other. Hermione woke up with Harry and Ron beside her in the living room and Voldemort on the floor close by.
"MR WEASELY!!! WE HAVE VOLDEMORT!!" She yelled, anxious to get him away from her, as she tried to wake Harry and Ron.
"Okay you guys. tell me the truth, or I go back downstairs and scream it on the top of my lungs!" Ron cried, pulling Harry into his room.
"I'll tell you then Hermione. It'll be easier for the 3 of us." Harry explained.
"No, I want the both of you to tell me." Ron said.
Harry looked at the clock, and gasped. It was 9:03, and he had just remembered Voldemort. "Voldemort. He'll want us to die. he's going to attack." He thought. "AAHHHRRRGGG!!!" he screamed. His scar was hurting again, and was really bad. He didn't have time to think, he blacked out from the excruciating pains on his forehead.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, as she and Ron caught him as he fell. "Harry, Harry, is he okay? Harry, dear, talk!" Hermione was really scared for him, and Ron carried him to his bed, screaming for everyone to come and help.
"What is it?" Fred and George came in first, panting.
"What? What?" everyone else came in with worried looks on their faces.
"Harry just screamed and fainted with his hand on his scar. I'm worried about him with what happened 2 nights ago. You-Know-Who might come to try and kill him in his dream." Hermione explained, holding Harry's hand.
Just then an owl came through the window with a note and a parcel on its leg. Ron took the package off the owl and read the name. "To Harry Potter from: Sirius" It read. "It's for Harry. I'll give it to him when he wakes up." Ron said, patting the owl and putting it in Pigwidgeon's cage for refreshment.
"Let me see it." Hermione said, opening the package. "It's. Its.It's." Hermione stuttered, looking at the parcel.
"It's one of those new things. what are they? Stalkie-Talkies? Snuffles gave Harry a Stalkie-Talkie!" Ron finished for her.
Just then, as Hermione put it back, Harry started to levitate and fly violently across the room, shaking madly. "Ron! Ron! Voldemort has Harry! He has Harry, and he's going to kill him! We have to help him! Go away, people! We have to help Harry!" Hermione screamed.
"How are you going to help him? It's VOLDEMORT!" Ron forgot not to say his name. Everyone but Mr. and Mrs. Weasely, who started to ask questions left.
"Voldemort attacks people in their sleep, and the only way to stop him is to fall asleep and help him. We have to, mum and dad, so just help us sleep!" Ron said.
Mr. Weasely took out his wand as Hermione and Ron dodged the sleeping Harry and flew on the bed. "Sleepitrumus!" Mr. Weasely cried, and Ron and Hermione instantly went to sleep.
***IN THE DREAM**
Hermione started to scream. Her light lightning scar was hurting so much she couldn't stand it. She looked around, stopped screaming, and saw him. Harry was lying on the ground, unconscious. Ron, who was beside her ran to Harry's side, and looked at Hermione.
"He's breathing, shallow it is, though."
"Harry." She ran to him, and shook him.
They heard a cackling. It was him. The one that had tortured the poor boy was laughing. No parents to help him, tortured at his only other people he consider family's house, and the maniac was laughing.
"You little ba-" Ron started to yell something he would regret is Hermione hadn't stopped him.
"Ron, be nice. I know it's hard, but we have to! For each other and Harry. be nice!" Hermione reminded Ron.
"Now.it's my turn to have a little fun! Ron. I know I'm a bookworm. but I've been watching you and listening to rumors. Expilarimus!" She said, holding out her wand, and capturing Voldemorts's wand in her hand. "Ha!" Hermione was laughing, looking at the 'Lord Voldemort' looking at his hands, like a child whose teddy bear mysteriously disappeared. "Why must he do this to us EVERY year?" She asked Ron, peering at little Harry.
"When I get my hands on him, I'll-" Ron was cut off by the feeling like all the happiness was racing out of him.
"Dementors." Hermione said, looking over her shoulder and seeing Dementors taking off their hoods, about to attack. "Recedo!" Hermione screamed at all the Dementors, but they didn't back up, they came closer. Hermione was crying, because she was scared. Her tears were streaming down her face, onto Harry, who was coming to. "Harry." Hermione was whimpering backing up.
Ron was just staring, and trying to think of a way he could get these stupid things to back off, but couldn't.
"Huh. Dementors!" Harry said, getting up. He heard the screams, the cries of his mom dying, but he tuned it out, to the thought of another good school year, going home with Sirius, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, all his friends, Snape in Neville's granny's clothes. He just said the magic words (Expecto Patronum), and a slivery thing shot out of his wand, and scared the Dementors off.
"Harry! You're awake!" Hermione and Ron said at the same time.
"What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked shocked at the sight of Hermione and Ron.
"Why, we're coming to help our best friend, of course!" Ron said.
"Now we have got to do something about him!" Hermione said, handing Harry both Voldemort and his own wand.
"Thanks" Harry muttered, and stood up on some wobbly legs. "Voldemort!" Harry said, looking at the bad wizard. He so wanted to say, "You bad, bad wizard!", but thought better of it. "You've hurt too many people, and you're getting on my nerves! Can't I go one year without your constant appearances? AAARRGGGHHH!!!" Harry screamed, shaking madly. "You're friends almost killed Ron and my Hermione!" He said.
"Yesss.. What's wrong with thaaat?" Voldemort cackled, advancing on Hermione, Ron and Harry.
'He said my Hermione.' Hermione thought, tears in her eyes.
"I'm going to get rid of you once and for all. Hermione, Ron, you know what we try?" Harry asked.
"Crucio?" Hermione asked to where only Harry and Ron could hear her.
Harry nodded. "One, two." Harry counted, holding out his wand.
"You wouldn't?!" Voldemort was walking backwards.
"No more supporters, eh Voldemort? No one here to save your sorry butt now? Well. You're smart enough to dream this up not bringing any followers. Where are you sleeping? Hmm? Some grave? That would be very smart, yes. yes... very smart of you! Die in a grave!" Harry was hysterical. He was very mad now, his parent's murderer was in his hands now, and he could kill him at any given moment. "Hermione, Ron. now. THREE! CRUCIO!! CRUCIO!! CRUCIO!!" They all started screaming Crucio over and over, making Voldemort start screaming and twitching on the ground.
Harry finished Lord Voldemort with the worst Unforgivable. "Avada Kadavera."
"I can't believe this. we just killed Lord Voldemort." Ron said, as the man stopped screaming and twitching and lay still.
"He's not breathing. I can see it." Hermione said.
Harry didn't speak. He was too shocked to say anything.
There was a pause, and it was Ron who broke it. "Well, what do we do now? We have his wand, and could just bring it with us back home."
"Yeah. Time to wake up and smell another day. Well, do we bring back the body?" Harry said, looking over the dead Voldemort. Harry snapped Voldemort's wand into little bitty pieces, just for safe keeping.
"Yea, I guess." Hermione said, making some rope go around the body's hands and feet, then said "Okay, everyone, hold onto me.I'll get us home. Sleepitrumus Expellirus!" She said making sure everyone was holding on. Ron held onto her left hand, while Harry held Ron's with his right, and held Voldemort's robe with the other. Hermione woke up with Harry and Ron beside her in the living room and Voldemort on the floor close by.
"MR WEASELY!!! WE HAVE VOLDEMORT!!" She yelled, anxious to get him away from her, as she tried to wake Harry and Ron.