I do not own Harry Potter, J.K.Rowling does; I just happen to have a big imagination and a lot of time on my hands. Scary Combination, isn't it?
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--- --- Two Years Ago --- ---
A young man sat in a chair with his head bowed, sighing heavily into his arms as an older man spoke to him gently.
"You understand that once you do this, everyone will hate you. People will curse you, your friends and family disown you. Your only support will be from the teacher that you hate, but I feel that you will get past a petty classroom grudge during the time ahead."
The young man looked up and smiled wanly, obviously frightened by the future. "It has to be me. No one else can do it. It makes the most sense to everyone. I just wish the others could know..."
Another man in the room wheeled sharply, saying, "No one must know! If the slightest word gets out to anyone besides Sirius, He'll know about it. You must not say anything to anyone."
The man softened a little, seeing the nervous youth try to get his hands to stop shaking, "Listen, I'll try and help you in every way I can. In the beginning He won't notice you, but because of who you are, he'll eventually see how useful you are. You'll get the attention you have always craved, but you MUST not let that get to you or-"
The boy interrupted angrily, "I won't betray our cause, its true that I wanted attention but I wouldn't risk the safety of the entire world for it!"
The other man stood humbled, "I'm sorry, I have seen too much, and I had to warn you."
The young man got off his chair and put a cloak on, then took it off, "Old habit." he offered in explanation before changing into a red tailed hawk.
The other man turned into a crow and the oldest man opened a window, the pair flew out.
The old man was alone in a room except for a brilliant phoenix in the corner, he mumbled under his breath, "Fawkes, take a good look, there aren't many as brave as those two."
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--- --- Two Years Later --- ---
Ragged breathing escaped the man's throat as he ran harder than he had ever run in his entire life. Everything hurt.
He was bleeding heavily from his head and every step became harder and harder to take. Eventually his pain had been taken away by the sheer adrenaline surging through his veins.
Seeing a sharp cliff in the distance, he ran the faster to it, hearing curses shrieked out behind him.
He zig zagged and ran all over, weaving to avoid being hit by the curses thrown at him by the growing crowd of Deatheaters following in hot pursuit.
Finally he reached the cliff edge. He stared down at it before turning around. The pain coursed through him as though in revenge for ignoring it.
'It only hurts when you stop.' He thought grimly, gritting his teeth in the struggle to keep his legs from collapsing underneath him.
Suddenly all the curses stopped as a single form walked through the fog; the man stared evenly at the nightmare who had wreaked havoc throughout both magical and Muggle worlds.
The figure's eyes were narrow slits as he glared at the only man who had successfully betrayed him for such a long period of time.
"You had my trust. You were the most highly regarded of. The most loyal, most eager to please, most useful to me. Yet you threw it all away to be loyal to them." The creature spat out.
The man held his own, "I did because evil won't win! You'll never win, I won't allow it! You've weakened, you've told me yourself!" The man smirked.
The other man flared his nostrils in rage, "A nice sentiment but it will inevitably prove untrue. But why? What do they have that I didn't? We had so much in common!"
The man backed up to the very edge of the cliff, "They have everything!"
Saying this, the young man jumped off the cliff, the other man shrieked and rushed to the edge of the cliff, searching the fog for his deceitful right hand man.
Unnoticed a single hawk flew desperately through the fog, trying to gain every second of advantage.
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Madam Pomfrey bustled around her charges in the hospital wing; since You-Know-Who had risen again, Hogwarts was being used as a base to plan out attacks.
Since then, the hospital wing had a tendancy to be full with many injured people, much to Poppy's dismay.
Right now, she was giving Ginny Weasley a tall glass of water and several chocolate frogs.
Ginny had been hurt severely in a recent battle, Harry was beside her bed almost every single minute, at the moment he had gone away to find the Weasley twins.
Fred and George.... they had brought hope and laughter to these hard times. With their youthful enthusiasm and grim determinaton, they were invaluable to the resistance effort. They were rays of light cutting through dark times and had stayed mischievious and hopeful throughout it.
Ginny sat up a little before wincing and settling back into her pillow. She gazed out the window directly opposite from her bed.
"Oh look! Madam Pomfrey, a red tailed hawk, that was Ron's favorite bird before...."
Poppy looked up and patted Ginny's hand saying, "I'm sorry dear, we didn't know he'd turn out badly."Catching Madam Pomfrey's eye, Ginny said icily, "My brother did not turn out badly, he will come back to us."
Ginny had taked Ron's betrayal stubbornly. She refused to believe that he would just become a Deatheater for no reason, and had Harry and those who cared for her unsure whether to encourage or discourage it.
Ginny looked up again saying unsteadily, "M-madam? That bird is flying awfully fast for that direction that it's going. It looks like it's going to hit the window!"
Madam Pomfrey looked up and saw the bird no more than fifty feet and closing in fast.
Professor Dumbledore ran into the room with a wild look about it him commanding, "Poppy! Open that window and let that red tailed hawk in!"
Madam Pomfrey stood flabbergasted and Dumbledore ran to the window throwing it open at the exact second the hawk burst through it.
It launched its way to a vacant bed; upon impact the hawk was no longer a hawk.
There, lying face down and unconcious on the bed, was Ron Weasley, battered and bleeding in disheveled and torn clothing.
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Well thats the first chapter, tell me what you think and that means I'd like you to review.
I've never hassled the readers to review before but I'm hardly getting any reviews at all and it would be nice to get them.
Oh yeah! I just turned 16!!!!!!
Happy Birthday to me!
~Arynnl~
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--- --- Two Years Ago --- ---
A young man sat in a chair with his head bowed, sighing heavily into his arms as an older man spoke to him gently.
"You understand that once you do this, everyone will hate you. People will curse you, your friends and family disown you. Your only support will be from the teacher that you hate, but I feel that you will get past a petty classroom grudge during the time ahead."
The young man looked up and smiled wanly, obviously frightened by the future. "It has to be me. No one else can do it. It makes the most sense to everyone. I just wish the others could know..."
Another man in the room wheeled sharply, saying, "No one must know! If the slightest word gets out to anyone besides Sirius, He'll know about it. You must not say anything to anyone."
The man softened a little, seeing the nervous youth try to get his hands to stop shaking, "Listen, I'll try and help you in every way I can. In the beginning He won't notice you, but because of who you are, he'll eventually see how useful you are. You'll get the attention you have always craved, but you MUST not let that get to you or-"
The boy interrupted angrily, "I won't betray our cause, its true that I wanted attention but I wouldn't risk the safety of the entire world for it!"
The other man stood humbled, "I'm sorry, I have seen too much, and I had to warn you."
The young man got off his chair and put a cloak on, then took it off, "Old habit." he offered in explanation before changing into a red tailed hawk.
The other man turned into a crow and the oldest man opened a window, the pair flew out.
The old man was alone in a room except for a brilliant phoenix in the corner, he mumbled under his breath, "Fawkes, take a good look, there aren't many as brave as those two."
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--- --- Two Years Later --- ---
Ragged breathing escaped the man's throat as he ran harder than he had ever run in his entire life. Everything hurt.
He was bleeding heavily from his head and every step became harder and harder to take. Eventually his pain had been taken away by the sheer adrenaline surging through his veins.
Seeing a sharp cliff in the distance, he ran the faster to it, hearing curses shrieked out behind him.
He zig zagged and ran all over, weaving to avoid being hit by the curses thrown at him by the growing crowd of Deatheaters following in hot pursuit.
Finally he reached the cliff edge. He stared down at it before turning around. The pain coursed through him as though in revenge for ignoring it.
'It only hurts when you stop.' He thought grimly, gritting his teeth in the struggle to keep his legs from collapsing underneath him.
Suddenly all the curses stopped as a single form walked through the fog; the man stared evenly at the nightmare who had wreaked havoc throughout both magical and Muggle worlds.
The figure's eyes were narrow slits as he glared at the only man who had successfully betrayed him for such a long period of time.
"You had my trust. You were the most highly regarded of. The most loyal, most eager to please, most useful to me. Yet you threw it all away to be loyal to them." The creature spat out.
The man held his own, "I did because evil won't win! You'll never win, I won't allow it! You've weakened, you've told me yourself!" The man smirked.
The other man flared his nostrils in rage, "A nice sentiment but it will inevitably prove untrue. But why? What do they have that I didn't? We had so much in common!"
The man backed up to the very edge of the cliff, "They have everything!"
Saying this, the young man jumped off the cliff, the other man shrieked and rushed to the edge of the cliff, searching the fog for his deceitful right hand man.
Unnoticed a single hawk flew desperately through the fog, trying to gain every second of advantage.
--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
Madam Pomfrey bustled around her charges in the hospital wing; since You-Know-Who had risen again, Hogwarts was being used as a base to plan out attacks.
Since then, the hospital wing had a tendancy to be full with many injured people, much to Poppy's dismay.
Right now, she was giving Ginny Weasley a tall glass of water and several chocolate frogs.
Ginny had been hurt severely in a recent battle, Harry was beside her bed almost every single minute, at the moment he had gone away to find the Weasley twins.
Fred and George.... they had brought hope and laughter to these hard times. With their youthful enthusiasm and grim determinaton, they were invaluable to the resistance effort. They were rays of light cutting through dark times and had stayed mischievious and hopeful throughout it.
Ginny sat up a little before wincing and settling back into her pillow. She gazed out the window directly opposite from her bed.
"Oh look! Madam Pomfrey, a red tailed hawk, that was Ron's favorite bird before...."
Poppy looked up and patted Ginny's hand saying, "I'm sorry dear, we didn't know he'd turn out badly."Catching Madam Pomfrey's eye, Ginny said icily, "My brother did not turn out badly, he will come back to us."
Ginny had taked Ron's betrayal stubbornly. She refused to believe that he would just become a Deatheater for no reason, and had Harry and those who cared for her unsure whether to encourage or discourage it.
Ginny looked up again saying unsteadily, "M-madam? That bird is flying awfully fast for that direction that it's going. It looks like it's going to hit the window!"
Madam Pomfrey looked up and saw the bird no more than fifty feet and closing in fast.
Professor Dumbledore ran into the room with a wild look about it him commanding, "Poppy! Open that window and let that red tailed hawk in!"
Madam Pomfrey stood flabbergasted and Dumbledore ran to the window throwing it open at the exact second the hawk burst through it.
It launched its way to a vacant bed; upon impact the hawk was no longer a hawk.
There, lying face down and unconcious on the bed, was Ron Weasley, battered and bleeding in disheveled and torn clothing.
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Well thats the first chapter, tell me what you think and that means I'd like you to review.
I've never hassled the readers to review before but I'm hardly getting any reviews at all and it would be nice to get them.
Oh yeah! I just turned 16!!!!!!
Happy Birthday to me!
~Arynnl~