A/N: Hi there. Again, I couldn't write any yesterday because my mum
wouldn't let me listen to my thinking song, which is cry me a river this
week and maybe next week too~ don't ask I'm queer like that ~lol. She said
if I listened to it again she
would call the police~lol So I couldn't really think of what to write about. Sorry if the
last a/n was sorta messed up but like I said it was late and was hyper. And just to tell you, I do not ask for so many reviews, I just think it's rude because there's those
good reviewers who will review as soon as possible but then there's others who just don't review and so the people who reviewed first and have to wait like a week for
you to wait for other people to review. Anywayz, I'll stop my ramblings and get on writing the story.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own any of the characters in this chapter so far that I'm thinking of, unless you don't recognize them ~lol anywayz I just don't own any of the Harry Potter characters (poo!!! Sorry I just wish I did, like everybody else).
Chapter 2 ~ The Bus Ride (A Very LONG bus ride)
The whole neighborhood probably heard the terrible cry coming from that kitchen. Well, if they didn't hear him then, then they probably saw him run out of the Dursleys' house and wiz past each and everyone's door like an arrow. The Dursley's were still sitting there, in their nice comfy living room, looking puzzled and frantic at the same time. Uncle Vernon then realized what must have happened and he was frightened for the girl. Of course, he would never show it though because she was one of those freaks, but he did have a heart. He new what was going to happen, that person
that's been killing all of 'his' sort or what Harry called muggles, whatever his name was. He read the papers, he new about all the gruesome deaths and the torturing.
Harry was running with all his might to get to Hermione.
'I need to get to her, I need to save her. I'll be dead
without her or Ron.. Ron, that's right, he's in Romania, we
need to tell him, he might be in danger.'
All of a sudden he stopped in his tracks. The problem that he was now faced with was that he didn't know exactly where Hermione lived. 'Well she can't be too far away, right? I mean she probably lives near ... this is never going to work. Think Potter about what you can do. You can follow the sirens, but that won't work because there are none. You can send her an owl to ask her where she lives. No, Harry, come on think! You need to find out where your best friend lives before she gets killed by Voldemort. Oh God, don't think like that Harry, you're gonna get to her in time. You have to get to her in time. Think.. I know,' "The Knight Bus!"
"Now, Harry think, how did you call it the last time?" Harry asked, trying desperately to remember how to call the bus. "Oh yes, I remember now."
Harry stuck out his wand to call the bus. After a while of waiting with his arm out holding his wand, he brought it back in. 'Did I do it right? That's how I did it last time, I think. Well, actually I fell over, but I basically just stuck my wand out.' He looked down the street and tried again. This time he heard a distinctive BANG and saw the
bright headlights of the Knight Bus.
Harry saw the door open and walked onto the bus to see two people he knew he would end up seeing again, Stan and Ernie. (If you don't remember them, Stan is the conductor and Ernie is the driver.)
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand." While Stan looked up to see who he was reciting the speech for every person they pick up, he realized it was Harry. "Hey Ernie, guess who it is!" Ernie said coming out of the bored drone he was speaking in couple of seconds ago to a new excited tone.
"Now Stan, you know I have absolutely no idea who we just
stopped for, so why don't you just tell me?" Ernie said a
little annoyed at how dim the younger man could be
sometimes.
"Oh, ok," Stan replied, totally missing the tone that revealed that Ernie
was thinking he was a complete dolt, which did not help
the situation he was in right now.
Ernie looked over at Stan oddly, with his eyebrows
slightly raised (thank you Ashley who made that part up
cuz I couldn't decide what word to use) waiting for the
name of the mysterious person who was making Stan even
more stupid than he already was. "Well, are you going to
tell me or am I just going to have to wait for the person
to get on the bus?" Ernie replied to the now blushing
Stan, which I might add could rival the color of Ron
Weasley's hair.
Harry looked up at the blushing Stan to see him looking
back at him. 'I hate this. Why do I have to be famous right
now? I need to get to Hermione and I can't wait.'
"Ok, uum..... I'm sorry, but I don't have much time, I need to get
somewhere really fast and its life or death. Literally,"
Harry added as an after thought to make them go faster than
they were right now. Harry by now seemed very fidgety
because he kept shifting his weight and he had a scowl written
on his face out of anxiety for herm. (Oh yes and thanx
again to Ashley who said she was quite fidgety ~lol)
"Oh no. Well, be my guest come right on and tell us where
you need to go so urgently," Ernie said with a slight edge
to his voice to the disgruntled figure, that he now knew as
the famous Harry Potter, who in that instant was climbing
the stairs to get onto the bus. Ernie noticed Harry's
discomfort and started to ask him what was the matter, but
someone beat him to it.
"Hey Harry woss the matter?" Stan said seeing the glum but
nervous face staring back at him. He wasn't always the
dimmest bulb in the pack, just sometime. (sorry had to put
it ~lol) Stan had a look of sheer concern on his face for
the younger boy and as he saw that, he grew more panicky by the
second.
"Uumm ... do you want to know the bad news, or the really bad
news?" Harry asked the two older men timidly. He looked
from each one of their questioning faces to his feet,
which seemed much more interesting to him than answering
their unknowing glances.
'God Harry how stupid can you be thinking about telling them? They're gonna freak! Sometimes I just need to learn how to keep my big mouth shut.' He
didn't realize that he had been just standing there looking dazed for about five minutes thinking about all of his and his best friends' adventures. He suddenly jolted
out of his thoughts by a snap of a pair of fingers that was right in front of his nose.
Harry was still bewildered about the nuisance that just brought him out of his deep daydream. He was planning to yell at the person and scold them for bringing him out of his oh-so sweet memories of Hogwarts and company. 'God didn't I go through enough today that some - What am I talking about? I'm not the one who lost my parents. Well, actually yes, but not today.'
"Harry? Harry? Hello, anyone up there?" Stan went to go hit
him upside the head, but then practically jumped out of
his skin when Harry sounding very agitated said a menacing,
"WHAT!?" Harry then looked very ashamed about snapping at
Stan when he was the one off daydreaming of the good-old
days.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking. What was I saying before I
went spacey?" Harry asked trying to make up for scaring
Stan out of his wits.
"Uumm ... I'm not totally sure, you said something about
telling us about the bad and the really bad . or something
or other like that," Ernie answered for Stan who was still
trying to collect his wits all back into thinking manner.
Stan looked over at Ernie and gave him a relieved smile
and Ernie nodded back to him telling him with his expression, 'it was nothing'.
"Oh yeah. Well, what do you want to do here first? And hurry up
and pick because I don't have a lot of time!" Harry said
urgently as he suddenly realized what was really
happening. 'I have to save Herm, she's in shit
trouble and I won't let her die. Well, of course Potter, what are you thinking? You'll
be nothing without her.' Harry turned his attention back onto the two concerned looking 'friends' in front of him.
"Well, I guess the really bad news would be fine first, making
us get over the shock before I have to drive again," Ernie
replied to the anxious looking boy standing before him. He
noticed the change in his facial features the minute he said
that.
"Oh, I don't really know if that'll happen but oh well. First Voldemort has come back and pretty much in full swing," Harry said hesitantly seeing them cringe at the
name only he and Dumbledore dare to utter aloud. "Sorry,
forgot about the whole people-not-liking-to-hear-his-name thing," Harry said sheepishly looking down at his feet again while blushing. People think it's brave
of him to be able to articulate the syllables of the mad man that calls himself 'Lord Voldemort.'
"Oh my, oh my. That's quite a blanket of information you
just threw over us! I can see why you are in such a
terrible state. Now, tell me how did you come across this
horrible bit of news, because God knows the ministry would
never tell anybody," Ernie said with an extremely forced
easygoing stare to the younger boy.
Harry looked from Ernie to Stan. When he looked over in the direction of Stan, he was slightly surprised to see a quivering mass practically on the floor mumbling something incoherent.
"Stan, are you OK? It's OK, I mean he's not fully back, and
don't worry I'll get him, that's pretty much why I'm here.
For the way I came across this information is the bad news,
but actually to me its incredibly bad news. My friend
Hermione's parents got killed today and I think Voldemort
might have her." Harry saw their horrified looks and
debated if he should continue. ".And I really don't know
where exactly that she lives." Harry said sounding quite
embarrassed because he didn't know where his best friend
lived. Harry again looked down at his feet in humiliation
of an action. (What is that the 3rd time he's looked down
now in the past like let's say 20 minutes lol)
"Well woss so bad about that?" Stan said, finally
retrieving his voice from the bottoms of his feet along
with his stomach. He now had a genuine confused look
written all over his face.
Harry then gave him a look like he had about three
heads. "What do you mean what's so bad about that? Of
course that's bad news! I don't know where she lives so I
can't tell you where she lives!" Harry said sounding quite
panicked and out of his mind right then. He looked from
Stan then to Ernie and gave them an extremely disconcerted
yet angry face. You could see on their faces that they
still couldn't tell what the problem was, so he said, his voice a little louder than before, "Ugh! Why don't you get it? I need to get to Hermione to help her, as fast
as possible, but I can't because I have no clue where to
go so I can't tell you!"
"Well, that certainly is not a problem unless you are
keeping something from us. All you have to do to find a
house you don't know the exact location of is to just tell
us their full name and as close as you can to where they
live and that's all." Ernie replied coolly to Harry as
though this was the most obvious thing in the world. Harry looked at them in disbelief and was about to
give them what for when he remembered exactly why he was
not at the Dursley's and why he was on this bus and why he
was so frantic to get to that somewhere.
"Well, I know she lives in England, probably somewhere
around here because she knows some of the stuff I talk
about, but probably not in the same town, but yeah
somewhere near here," Harry said, contemplating whether or
not if she would live near him. Then, after about five
minutes of mumbling to himself, he gave Ernie a reassuring
nod to say that that's all he new. "Oh yes and her last
name is Granger, Hermione Granger. Do you need any other
information like how tall or what color eyes?" Harry said
mockingly since it sounded like it was supposed to be a
police report. He then put another serious face on and was
about to ask them what they were exactly waiting for when
he heard another distinct BANG and got pulled onto to the
floor landing with a notable smack as they started their
trip to Hermione Granger's house.
"Well, I know she lives in England, probably somewhere around here, but probably not in the same town," Harry said, contemplating whether or not she would live near him. Then, after about five minutes of mumbling to himself, he gave Ernie a reassuring nod to say that that's all he new. "Oh yes, and her last name is Granger, Hermione Granger. Do you need any other information like how tall or what color eyes she has?" Harry said mockingly since it sounded like it was supposed to be a
police report. He then put another serious face on and was about to ask them what they were exactly waiting for when he heard another distinct BANG. He got pulled onto to the floor, landing with a notable smack as they started their trip to Hermione Granger's house.
"So, how long do you think this'll take?" Harry asked undoubtedly worried at how much time he had just wasted being angry and ignorant at the two other men. Before
either of them could respond though, the bus started to slow down into another loud and violent BANG. Luckily for Harry though he was now sitting in a seat near the front of the bus trying to figure what he was going to do once he found Herm to get her out of there. God knows they're not going to just let her leave the crime scene if it seems like she new who did it. Another thing was that she would probably have to go live with one of her relatives or something, considering the situation. He didn't even realize that they had already come to a stop because he was still deep in thought about Hermione.
"Harry? Ernie, he's doing it again," (I really wanted to put make him stop too but I didn't lol) Stan said in a very irritated tone. Ernie looked over his shoulder to the boy who was totally out of it and took his wand out. He then whispered a spell and aimed at him and a bunch of water came shooting out of the tip. All of a sudden you could here an aggravated grumble and quite a colorful string of vocabulary.
"What in bloody hell did you do that for?" Harry asked angrily to Ernie. Harry then started to try and dry the remnants of spell off of his face. 'Well now I'm awake for whatever happens, but I mean they really didn't have to do that.'
"OK, so now that you've got my attention, what did you need it for?" Harry pestered since he was still quite aggravated by the two men's choice of pulling him out of his little world.
"We jus' wanted to tell you that we were now here at the Granger residence, or actually as close as we're going to get since looking at how busy the street looks from here."
They were right. Harry looked down the street that they were planted next to and saw tons of blaring lights and heard the high pitched screams of little kids and their
mothers. It was a horrific sight to see, believe me. You could see all of the houses ablaze with fire and along with them the firemen trying to do all that they could, their fire trucks close by. Roofs and walls were helplessly falling over with a hideous crunches all over the place when one fell on a car. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen havoc and destruction before, but this was a total nightmare. Only one person could pull this off, and I do believe everyone knew who he was, witches, wizards, and Muggles alike, since He-who-must-not-be-named was pretty close to complete power and was attacking the poor muggle people.
Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to get off of the secure
bus right now while looking down at that street, but then he
remembered that Hermione. His best friend was in the heart
of that havoc and he had to save her like the good little
hero that he was. Harry was still in disbelief when another
fire truck streaked past them which brought him out of his
isolated thoughts.
He turned to look at the faces that were too looking at
the misery and downfall of the street. Harry saw the
horror struck faces and new that they were probably
thinking exactly what he was that second 'where is he
then? (Voldemort)' Every witch and wizard that knew of this
incident was probably thinking this very thing at one
moment tonight.
When Harry came somewhat back to his thoughts, he asked kind of
absentmindedly, "How much?" he looked back to see the
puzzled faces of the bus crew. "I have to pay you, you
took me where I needed to go and sort of in a hurry, even
though it was a complete and utter emergency," said Harry, it almost seemed like he was disappointed in them for this.
They looked between each other and back to The-Boy-Who-Lived. You could see a silent understanding of each other in their eyes and Stan said, "It's on the house,
Harry. Well, this time anyway. You've got something
completely more important than paying us a little money.
Now go and save the world . again." Stan gave him a
meaningful look so Harry understood not to take this in any
way shape or form badly and that it was a complement and
an order.
Harry fled off the bus once the door squeaked
open and he gave one more look back, but noticed that The
Knight Bus was already gone. 'Well, I can hardly blame
them, I mean look at this place, it's a complete war zone.
No shit Sherlock, thank you for that wonderful discovery.
Now all I have to do is look for Herm.' Harry looked
around one last time before he set off his search for his
long lost friend Hermione Granger.
He was having no luck, it had been a complete twenty minutes
and he only got two people to talk to him about this whole
tragedy and no one would answer his question about a girl
that looked about 15, 5 ft. 4 in. with bushy hair. He was
starting to panic when he saw many stretchers with all
sized people loading and unloading hospital
vehicles. Some people were even desperate enough to go into
complete stranger's cars and have them drive them to the hospital. There was just too many people around, hurt and sobbing, all Harry could think of was it was just
so sad. This looked like a very wealthy neighborhood, but
right now it was in total shambles. Harry gave a desperate
look at a group of what he supposedly thought was some
teenagers that lived on the street. He decided it was
worth a shot to go ask them if they even know of Hermione.
"Uumm ... excuse me?" Harry tried to politely barge in on the
quiet whisperings of their conversation. They looked up,
startled, to the boy who had disturbed them in their talk.
"What do you want?" One of the boys who seemed to be one
of the older ones asked spitefully. 'He doesn't seem to be
in the best of moods now does he?. well of course not
Harry, what are you thinking? Their houses are in ruins and
their families are probably growing less by the minute.'
Harry pulled himself out of the disturbing thoughts of how
many people Voldemort had killed in all his hideous years.
"I was wondering if you know of a Hermione Granger?" Harry
asked to the group of devastated teenagers. When he spoke
the name he heard some of their muffled sobs get louder
and a couple of shirt muffled screams.
"Why would you want to know? You probably are just another
reporter looking for a really good story, I can see the
headlines tomorrow: Poor orphaned teenager left by the
fates of The Attacker. Of course we've heard of her, she's
our best friend. when she's around that is." At that, the
boy took a look of complete and utter disgust and venom
and kicked the tire of the car that was next to them.
"No, for your information I am not a reporter, I'm her best
friend Harry, Harry Potter." He looked from each face that
had different looks plastered on them. He could only
imagine the different stories that Hermione had told them
of. "So can you tell me where she is or not?" Harry said
trying to keep his tone cool and civil, but he wasn't doing a
very good job of it. Harry then gave them all a defying
look of 'don't question me again'.
One of them finally shook themselves out of their daze and
walked closer to him. She gave him a quizzical look then
she looked like she had a little light bulb go on in her
head. She lifted her hand to his head and swiped back his
bangs from his forehead to see his lightening bolt shaped
scare on his forehead. She gave a small gasp and looked
around to the others. They too had looks of amazement
written on their once angry faces.
"So it's true? It's really true?" said the girl that came
up to investigate his forehead. Harry then looked around
and looked back at the group of teenagers with a deer-in-headlights look. 'Oh my god did Herm tell them? She
wouldn't, she's too smart to do that and plus, they probably
wouldn't believe her.'
"What's true? What did Herm tell you?" Harry asked in an extremely panic- stricken voice. He again looked around to try and see if he could see her, but again to no avail.
"What do you mean what did she tell us? She told us that
she was a witch and she went to this school that teaches them
witchy stuff," The girl answered back like it was the most
obvious thing in the world. ".but of course we didn't
really believe her, we just pretended too, but now we do
believe her. She told us all about you, and Ron, and a lot
of other people too."
"Well, did she tell you about all the things we did to get
us into trouble and to also save both the muggle world and
wizarding world? Did she also tell you how many times
we've all risked our lives to kill the bastard that has
now come back and was the one to kill Hermione's parents,
and to do this to you and your families?" Harry was now very
pissed off because they didn't believe her and now her
life was at risk.
"Well, no she sort of left out that somewhat big detail. Is
she OK right now?" the girl asked sounding quite worried
for her friend. She looked anxiously back at Harry as if
to make him answer. She could tell though that this only
made him angrier than he was before. "What is the hell is
your problem? You come waltzing over here expecting us to
be all 'do what ever I say' and follow your every
command!?" She asked getting quite pissed herself.
"Well, sorry if my best friend is about to probably get
killed or tortured by Voldemort because you won't friggin
tell me where she is! For all I know she could be long
gone with Voldemort. For your information I came "waltzing
in here" as you put it because she called me crying her
eyes out then I came back on the phone after getting
permission for her to come to my house and there was no
answer except for a scream in the background!" Harry said
pretty much yelling at the top of his lungs, but it might not have been as loud as he would have liked, with all the sirens and screams going on behind him.
"Oh My God! It was probably her then. Oh my God!! Oh my God! Oh my God!" She
yelled back, having a look of panic now on her quickly changing facial expressions.
A new figure came up to the three that were talking and
said, "The last time I saw her, she was crying locked up in
her room and wouldn't come out, but I really don't think
that will help because that was like an hour ago." He
looked at Harry to see if he cooled down any with this new but
not really helpful knowledge. Harry turned to him and
tried to show him that he appreciated it with a warm smile
or as much of a warm smile he could get.
"Well which house is hers?" Harry asked trying to be as
professional as possible without trying to freak out. He
saw them all run towards a big white Victorian house with
black shutters on the windows. He ran into the house and
heard faintly, "This way." He looked over to the group to
see them running up the stairs, so he followed. He saw
them stop and they said that this was her room. He walked
to the door and knocked on it but there was no answer. He
tried turning the knob but it was locked so he reached in
his pocket for his wand and said an affective 'alohomora'
and opened up the door. When he didn't see anybody walking
in with him he turned around and saw all of them just
gawking at him.
"What? What are you looking at?" Harry asked getting quite
frustrated with them all over again. He then saw the older teenage guy
that he now knew went by the name of Sean, point to the wand
that was still tightly gripped in Harry's right hand.
Harry still looked quite confused but then realized that
they were not like him, but muggles. "Oh, you mean the
alohomora thing? That's nothing, wait till you see when I
get my hands on Voldemort. Anyway,s stop stalling and come
in and help me look for any sort of clue," Harry said to
clarify any questions or thoughts they had before. They
walked in right behind him to a completely cluttered room.
Her desk chair was on its side and there was papers all over the
floor. He thought he even saw some dents in the wall.
"Uumm. Harry you better come over here." Sean said a
little hesitant and sounding quite grossed out. Harry
turned to where he was and saw a puddle of blood on the
floor soaking into the nice otherwise clean carpet. Harry
thought he was going to be sick. He moved some of the stuff
off the floor to further investigate near the blood spot
and saw a note. He picked it up and read it. In it said:
POTTER,
IF YOU WANT YOUR INFURIATING MUDBLOOD BACK, COME TO THE
END OF THE STREET WHERE THERE ARE SOME WOODS. FOLLOW THE
TRAIL, YOU'LL FIND A CABIN IF YOU WALK FAR ENOUGH. MEET ME THERE AS SOON AS YOU READ THIS. IF YOU COME, YOU JUST MIGHT HAVE A
CHANCE OF SAVING YOUR LITTLE MUDBLOOD FRIEND, BUT I'M NOT
GARRUNTEEING ANYTHING.
YOURS TRULY,
LORD VOLDEMORT
"Uumm.guys? You might want to read this," Harry said a bit
shakily as he passed the note to the girl known as
Victoria, or Vicky for short, to read. The rest of the
group was looking over her shoulder or next to her to read
the note.
All of a sudden there were gasps from all of them and
pretty much all of them said around the same time
something on the likes of 'I know where he's talking
about.' Harry looked at them all when they looked up at
him with questioning looks. 'Probably about the whole
mudblood and Lord Voldemort that threw them off.'
"I'm sorry I can't answer any of your questions right now,
I need to go find Herm, she's in major shit trouble," Harry
said looking sorry that he couldn't answer any of the
people's up coming questions. "Can we not waste any more
time and show me where he's talking about?" At that there
were mixed feelings. Some were afraid to go there with this
person called Lord Voldemort and the others were ready to
show him the way to save their close friend Hermione.
Harry saw all the mixed emotions and gave them an
encouraging smile to tell them that it was ok, even though
he wasn't totally sure about that himself.
"Come on. I'll show you even if no one else will." She gave him a
nice smile and a little pat on the back to say 'lets get
going' and walked out of the room with everyone following
her. She walked out the front door and down the other side
of the street. When they got to the end (It was a dead
end) there was a bunch of trees blocking the view of an
old small cabin, but they could see a small glint of light
coming from the usually dimmed windows where only smashed
and broken glass is now left. They then heard a faint high
pitched scream come from that part of the woods and they
bolted as fast as there legs could carry them to that
dreaded little cabin.
The first one to get close enough to actually see somewhat
into the cabin, was Harry. He looked hesitantly at the
door before daring to bring his hand to the knob to open
it. When he went to go grab the knob when he heard a voice
only to well. Then he screamed in complete agony and fell
to the ground still screaming. When Hermione's friends
went to go help him and see what was the matter they heard
another scream but it didn't come from the mouth of the
poor soul writhing in pain on the ground, but from inside
the cabin which they knew came from the mouth of Hermione.
Harry then over came the throbbing pain that was in his
head and headed back towards the door.
He opened the door to see yet another string of curses fly
towards his best friend lying on the almost on the verge
of unconsciousness. Harry ran towards Hermione to help her,
but when he got there he heard that dreaded voice again.
"Ahhh.Potter you decided to come. How noble of you. Now
I'll be able to kill you and your mudblood slut," he said
in a hissing voice, Harry just being able to understand. Harry
turned to face his nemesis and when he turned he saw that
awful face. The red searing know-all eyes and the pale,
pale white skin with the snake-like flat nose with slits
for the so called nostrils. Harry was disgusted and you
could tell this with the look that was etched across the
face that was drained of no color, but certainly not
enough to rival the beast that was standing before his
eyes.
"What did you do to her?" Harry spit at the man, no he
wasn't a man, he was a monster. Harry looked down at his
suffering friend who was on the verge of tears. There was
blood everywhere. She looked like she was about to pass out
when he heard Voldemort muttering something along the
lines of 'stupid mudblood, she was supposed to get him
here to fight me not care for her.' Harry then looked up at
Voldemort and stood up to fight.
"So you wanted me here, and you got me, so come on
let's do it give me your best shot. I've defeated you
what?. About four times now, I think I can do it again." By
then Voldemort was fuming, he didn't he want to remember
all those embarrassing defeats, so he definitely did not
want to be the one who caused those defeats to mention them.
"How dare you try and act brave in front of me! I know exactly what's going on inside that thick skull of yours and it definitely isn't bravery," he said coldly to the
boy standing in front of him. Without Voldemort knowing,
Hermione pulled up all of her remaining strength and got
up and together both her and Harry said the deadly
Unforgivable Curses. It took Voldemort by surprise because
he thought he had knocked all the sense and energy out of
her before, but I guess he was wrong.(lol sorry I had to
put that~its like duh)
A hideous scream pierced the air like a razor blade and he
crumpled to the floor. Harry was still looking worried.
'That one thing couldn't have killed him, could it?' With
that thought in his head Voldemort started to float up
into the air. When he facing the way Harry was, his eyes
opened and they were glowing red like mad, it was almost
to much to look at it was so bright.
"This will not be the last of me Potter, you better not think I'm gone forever."
At that his body disappeared
into thin air. When Harry went to turn back to Hermione he
saw her slump to the floor looking deathly pale and heard
her whisper, "Harry don't forget to get Helena." She faded
off into the blackness of the night as she went into one
of her own.
"Wait Hermione! Who's Helena? No, wake up!" Harry said
trying to wake her up even for maybe a couple of more
seconds. 'She has to be OK, if she's not I don't know what
I'll do.' At that Harry picked her up gingerly off of the
ground and told the troop of teenagers to help him get her
to one of the ambulances.
A/N. Hi peoples. Sorry this took so long, but hey look at
it and anywayz happy belated New Years and sorry I would
have gotten it out sooner but Siobany was over and all
that kind of stuff and also I had so many ideas swimming
through my head that it was just so hard to pick just one
of them. Some questions to keep you waiting for the next
chappy are 1. Is Hermione ok? 2. Who in the whole wide
world is Helena? I know one of you might have an idea not
mentioning any names(Ashley) and 3. Is Voldemort really
gone for good this time or is he good to his word? Now for
the thank yous:
Hollie~lol that feels so weird since I'm written it
to another person. Oh wow very, very freaky!!! (the both
New England thingy~lol) and thankys for saying it was good
I didn't know if people where gonna like hate me cuz I
killed Herms parents and I don't know if your gonna think
this chappy is corny but anywayz I tried to make it good.
Also thank you you were my first reviewer and don't worry
I understand hyper, weird, blonde, and also tired language
so I did get that little thing you said.
Lime Jello-Eater in the Snow~ My God only you could come
up with a name like that, only you Ashley. Thanky for
being what you called my reader-over-er and yes that is
true your gonna have to be nice or I will fire you
probably not though cuz I really don't have anyone else
and plus you should be nice to me I'm letting you read the
chappies before everyone else and your one of my 'close
friends' anywayz thanx for reviewing and hope you enjoy
this chappy~ Puffy (don't ask~lol)
Also to anyone who read my story well chappy of my story
and didn't review or couldn't know names(Kaila~lol you
knew I was gonna do that) hope you like this chapter and
sorry it took so long and sorry to everyone that its
somewhat another cliffie.
Everyone~ Sorry to inform you peoples but it might, read
MIGHT take me longer to write now because this was a
vacation and tomorrow or actually today whatever day it is
tomorrow(today is the 1st of January) and I won't have as
much time but I will right more don't worry~ Buh byes for
now and until I write more!!! =P
would call the police~lol So I couldn't really think of what to write about. Sorry if the
last a/n was sorta messed up but like I said it was late and was hyper. And just to tell you, I do not ask for so many reviews, I just think it's rude because there's those
good reviewers who will review as soon as possible but then there's others who just don't review and so the people who reviewed first and have to wait like a week for
you to wait for other people to review. Anywayz, I'll stop my ramblings and get on writing the story.
Disclaimer ~ I do not own any of the characters in this chapter so far that I'm thinking of, unless you don't recognize them ~lol anywayz I just don't own any of the Harry Potter characters (poo!!! Sorry I just wish I did, like everybody else).
Chapter 2 ~ The Bus Ride (A Very LONG bus ride)
The whole neighborhood probably heard the terrible cry coming from that kitchen. Well, if they didn't hear him then, then they probably saw him run out of the Dursleys' house and wiz past each and everyone's door like an arrow. The Dursley's were still sitting there, in their nice comfy living room, looking puzzled and frantic at the same time. Uncle Vernon then realized what must have happened and he was frightened for the girl. Of course, he would never show it though because she was one of those freaks, but he did have a heart. He new what was going to happen, that person
that's been killing all of 'his' sort or what Harry called muggles, whatever his name was. He read the papers, he new about all the gruesome deaths and the torturing.
Harry was running with all his might to get to Hermione.
'I need to get to her, I need to save her. I'll be dead
without her or Ron.. Ron, that's right, he's in Romania, we
need to tell him, he might be in danger.'
All of a sudden he stopped in his tracks. The problem that he was now faced with was that he didn't know exactly where Hermione lived. 'Well she can't be too far away, right? I mean she probably lives near ... this is never going to work. Think Potter about what you can do. You can follow the sirens, but that won't work because there are none. You can send her an owl to ask her where she lives. No, Harry, come on think! You need to find out where your best friend lives before she gets killed by Voldemort. Oh God, don't think like that Harry, you're gonna get to her in time. You have to get to her in time. Think.. I know,' "The Knight Bus!"
"Now, Harry think, how did you call it the last time?" Harry asked, trying desperately to remember how to call the bus. "Oh yes, I remember now."
Harry stuck out his wand to call the bus. After a while of waiting with his arm out holding his wand, he brought it back in. 'Did I do it right? That's how I did it last time, I think. Well, actually I fell over, but I basically just stuck my wand out.' He looked down the street and tried again. This time he heard a distinctive BANG and saw the
bright headlights of the Knight Bus.
Harry saw the door open and walked onto the bus to see two people he knew he would end up seeing again, Stan and Ernie. (If you don't remember them, Stan is the conductor and Ernie is the driver.)
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand." While Stan looked up to see who he was reciting the speech for every person they pick up, he realized it was Harry. "Hey Ernie, guess who it is!" Ernie said coming out of the bored drone he was speaking in couple of seconds ago to a new excited tone.
"Now Stan, you know I have absolutely no idea who we just
stopped for, so why don't you just tell me?" Ernie said a
little annoyed at how dim the younger man could be
sometimes.
"Oh, ok," Stan replied, totally missing the tone that revealed that Ernie
was thinking he was a complete dolt, which did not help
the situation he was in right now.
Ernie looked over at Stan oddly, with his eyebrows
slightly raised (thank you Ashley who made that part up
cuz I couldn't decide what word to use) waiting for the
name of the mysterious person who was making Stan even
more stupid than he already was. "Well, are you going to
tell me or am I just going to have to wait for the person
to get on the bus?" Ernie replied to the now blushing
Stan, which I might add could rival the color of Ron
Weasley's hair.
Harry looked up at the blushing Stan to see him looking
back at him. 'I hate this. Why do I have to be famous right
now? I need to get to Hermione and I can't wait.'
"Ok, uum..... I'm sorry, but I don't have much time, I need to get
somewhere really fast and its life or death. Literally,"
Harry added as an after thought to make them go faster than
they were right now. Harry by now seemed very fidgety
because he kept shifting his weight and he had a scowl written
on his face out of anxiety for herm. (Oh yes and thanx
again to Ashley who said she was quite fidgety ~lol)
"Oh no. Well, be my guest come right on and tell us where
you need to go so urgently," Ernie said with a slight edge
to his voice to the disgruntled figure, that he now knew as
the famous Harry Potter, who in that instant was climbing
the stairs to get onto the bus. Ernie noticed Harry's
discomfort and started to ask him what was the matter, but
someone beat him to it.
"Hey Harry woss the matter?" Stan said seeing the glum but
nervous face staring back at him. He wasn't always the
dimmest bulb in the pack, just sometime. (sorry had to put
it ~lol) Stan had a look of sheer concern on his face for
the younger boy and as he saw that, he grew more panicky by the
second.
"Uumm ... do you want to know the bad news, or the really bad
news?" Harry asked the two older men timidly. He looked
from each one of their questioning faces to his feet,
which seemed much more interesting to him than answering
their unknowing glances.
'God Harry how stupid can you be thinking about telling them? They're gonna freak! Sometimes I just need to learn how to keep my big mouth shut.' He
didn't realize that he had been just standing there looking dazed for about five minutes thinking about all of his and his best friends' adventures. He suddenly jolted
out of his thoughts by a snap of a pair of fingers that was right in front of his nose.
Harry was still bewildered about the nuisance that just brought him out of his deep daydream. He was planning to yell at the person and scold them for bringing him out of his oh-so sweet memories of Hogwarts and company. 'God didn't I go through enough today that some - What am I talking about? I'm not the one who lost my parents. Well, actually yes, but not today.'
"Harry? Harry? Hello, anyone up there?" Stan went to go hit
him upside the head, but then practically jumped out of
his skin when Harry sounding very agitated said a menacing,
"WHAT!?" Harry then looked very ashamed about snapping at
Stan when he was the one off daydreaming of the good-old
days.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking. What was I saying before I
went spacey?" Harry asked trying to make up for scaring
Stan out of his wits.
"Uumm ... I'm not totally sure, you said something about
telling us about the bad and the really bad . or something
or other like that," Ernie answered for Stan who was still
trying to collect his wits all back into thinking manner.
Stan looked over at Ernie and gave him a relieved smile
and Ernie nodded back to him telling him with his expression, 'it was nothing'.
"Oh yeah. Well, what do you want to do here first? And hurry up
and pick because I don't have a lot of time!" Harry said
urgently as he suddenly realized what was really
happening. 'I have to save Herm, she's in shit
trouble and I won't let her die. Well, of course Potter, what are you thinking? You'll
be nothing without her.' Harry turned his attention back onto the two concerned looking 'friends' in front of him.
"Well, I guess the really bad news would be fine first, making
us get over the shock before I have to drive again," Ernie
replied to the anxious looking boy standing before him. He
noticed the change in his facial features the minute he said
that.
"Oh, I don't really know if that'll happen but oh well. First Voldemort has come back and pretty much in full swing," Harry said hesitantly seeing them cringe at the
name only he and Dumbledore dare to utter aloud. "Sorry,
forgot about the whole people-not-liking-to-hear-his-name thing," Harry said sheepishly looking down at his feet again while blushing. People think it's brave
of him to be able to articulate the syllables of the mad man that calls himself 'Lord Voldemort.'
"Oh my, oh my. That's quite a blanket of information you
just threw over us! I can see why you are in such a
terrible state. Now, tell me how did you come across this
horrible bit of news, because God knows the ministry would
never tell anybody," Ernie said with an extremely forced
easygoing stare to the younger boy.
Harry looked from Ernie to Stan. When he looked over in the direction of Stan, he was slightly surprised to see a quivering mass practically on the floor mumbling something incoherent.
"Stan, are you OK? It's OK, I mean he's not fully back, and
don't worry I'll get him, that's pretty much why I'm here.
For the way I came across this information is the bad news,
but actually to me its incredibly bad news. My friend
Hermione's parents got killed today and I think Voldemort
might have her." Harry saw their horrified looks and
debated if he should continue. ".And I really don't know
where exactly that she lives." Harry said sounding quite
embarrassed because he didn't know where his best friend
lived. Harry again looked down at his feet in humiliation
of an action. (What is that the 3rd time he's looked down
now in the past like let's say 20 minutes lol)
"Well woss so bad about that?" Stan said, finally
retrieving his voice from the bottoms of his feet along
with his stomach. He now had a genuine confused look
written all over his face.
Harry then gave him a look like he had about three
heads. "What do you mean what's so bad about that? Of
course that's bad news! I don't know where she lives so I
can't tell you where she lives!" Harry said sounding quite
panicked and out of his mind right then. He looked from
Stan then to Ernie and gave them an extremely disconcerted
yet angry face. You could see on their faces that they
still couldn't tell what the problem was, so he said, his voice a little louder than before, "Ugh! Why don't you get it? I need to get to Hermione to help her, as fast
as possible, but I can't because I have no clue where to
go so I can't tell you!"
"Well, that certainly is not a problem unless you are
keeping something from us. All you have to do to find a
house you don't know the exact location of is to just tell
us their full name and as close as you can to where they
live and that's all." Ernie replied coolly to Harry as
though this was the most obvious thing in the world. Harry looked at them in disbelief and was about to
give them what for when he remembered exactly why he was
not at the Dursley's and why he was on this bus and why he
was so frantic to get to that somewhere.
"Well, I know she lives in England, probably somewhere
around here because she knows some of the stuff I talk
about, but probably not in the same town, but yeah
somewhere near here," Harry said, contemplating whether or
not if she would live near him. Then, after about five
minutes of mumbling to himself, he gave Ernie a reassuring
nod to say that that's all he new. "Oh yes and her last
name is Granger, Hermione Granger. Do you need any other
information like how tall or what color eyes?" Harry said
mockingly since it sounded like it was supposed to be a
police report. He then put another serious face on and was
about to ask them what they were exactly waiting for when
he heard another distinct BANG and got pulled onto to the
floor landing with a notable smack as they started their
trip to Hermione Granger's house.
"Well, I know she lives in England, probably somewhere around here, but probably not in the same town," Harry said, contemplating whether or not she would live near him. Then, after about five minutes of mumbling to himself, he gave Ernie a reassuring nod to say that that's all he new. "Oh yes, and her last name is Granger, Hermione Granger. Do you need any other information like how tall or what color eyes she has?" Harry said mockingly since it sounded like it was supposed to be a
police report. He then put another serious face on and was about to ask them what they were exactly waiting for when he heard another distinct BANG. He got pulled onto to the floor, landing with a notable smack as they started their trip to Hermione Granger's house.
"So, how long do you think this'll take?" Harry asked undoubtedly worried at how much time he had just wasted being angry and ignorant at the two other men. Before
either of them could respond though, the bus started to slow down into another loud and violent BANG. Luckily for Harry though he was now sitting in a seat near the front of the bus trying to figure what he was going to do once he found Herm to get her out of there. God knows they're not going to just let her leave the crime scene if it seems like she new who did it. Another thing was that she would probably have to go live with one of her relatives or something, considering the situation. He didn't even realize that they had already come to a stop because he was still deep in thought about Hermione.
"Harry? Ernie, he's doing it again," (I really wanted to put make him stop too but I didn't lol) Stan said in a very irritated tone. Ernie looked over his shoulder to the boy who was totally out of it and took his wand out. He then whispered a spell and aimed at him and a bunch of water came shooting out of the tip. All of a sudden you could here an aggravated grumble and quite a colorful string of vocabulary.
"What in bloody hell did you do that for?" Harry asked angrily to Ernie. Harry then started to try and dry the remnants of spell off of his face. 'Well now I'm awake for whatever happens, but I mean they really didn't have to do that.'
"OK, so now that you've got my attention, what did you need it for?" Harry pestered since he was still quite aggravated by the two men's choice of pulling him out of his little world.
"We jus' wanted to tell you that we were now here at the Granger residence, or actually as close as we're going to get since looking at how busy the street looks from here."
They were right. Harry looked down the street that they were planted next to and saw tons of blaring lights and heard the high pitched screams of little kids and their
mothers. It was a horrific sight to see, believe me. You could see all of the houses ablaze with fire and along with them the firemen trying to do all that they could, their fire trucks close by. Roofs and walls were helplessly falling over with a hideous crunches all over the place when one fell on a car. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen havoc and destruction before, but this was a total nightmare. Only one person could pull this off, and I do believe everyone knew who he was, witches, wizards, and Muggles alike, since He-who-must-not-be-named was pretty close to complete power and was attacking the poor muggle people.
Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to get off of the secure
bus right now while looking down at that street, but then he
remembered that Hermione. His best friend was in the heart
of that havoc and he had to save her like the good little
hero that he was. Harry was still in disbelief when another
fire truck streaked past them which brought him out of his
isolated thoughts.
He turned to look at the faces that were too looking at
the misery and downfall of the street. Harry saw the
horror struck faces and new that they were probably
thinking exactly what he was that second 'where is he
then? (Voldemort)' Every witch and wizard that knew of this
incident was probably thinking this very thing at one
moment tonight.
When Harry came somewhat back to his thoughts, he asked kind of
absentmindedly, "How much?" he looked back to see the
puzzled faces of the bus crew. "I have to pay you, you
took me where I needed to go and sort of in a hurry, even
though it was a complete and utter emergency," said Harry, it almost seemed like he was disappointed in them for this.
They looked between each other and back to The-Boy-Who-Lived. You could see a silent understanding of each other in their eyes and Stan said, "It's on the house,
Harry. Well, this time anyway. You've got something
completely more important than paying us a little money.
Now go and save the world . again." Stan gave him a
meaningful look so Harry understood not to take this in any
way shape or form badly and that it was a complement and
an order.
Harry fled off the bus once the door squeaked
open and he gave one more look back, but noticed that The
Knight Bus was already gone. 'Well, I can hardly blame
them, I mean look at this place, it's a complete war zone.
No shit Sherlock, thank you for that wonderful discovery.
Now all I have to do is look for Herm.' Harry looked
around one last time before he set off his search for his
long lost friend Hermione Granger.
He was having no luck, it had been a complete twenty minutes
and he only got two people to talk to him about this whole
tragedy and no one would answer his question about a girl
that looked about 15, 5 ft. 4 in. with bushy hair. He was
starting to panic when he saw many stretchers with all
sized people loading and unloading hospital
vehicles. Some people were even desperate enough to go into
complete stranger's cars and have them drive them to the hospital. There was just too many people around, hurt and sobbing, all Harry could think of was it was just
so sad. This looked like a very wealthy neighborhood, but
right now it was in total shambles. Harry gave a desperate
look at a group of what he supposedly thought was some
teenagers that lived on the street. He decided it was
worth a shot to go ask them if they even know of Hermione.
"Uumm ... excuse me?" Harry tried to politely barge in on the
quiet whisperings of their conversation. They looked up,
startled, to the boy who had disturbed them in their talk.
"What do you want?" One of the boys who seemed to be one
of the older ones asked spitefully. 'He doesn't seem to be
in the best of moods now does he?. well of course not
Harry, what are you thinking? Their houses are in ruins and
their families are probably growing less by the minute.'
Harry pulled himself out of the disturbing thoughts of how
many people Voldemort had killed in all his hideous years.
"I was wondering if you know of a Hermione Granger?" Harry
asked to the group of devastated teenagers. When he spoke
the name he heard some of their muffled sobs get louder
and a couple of shirt muffled screams.
"Why would you want to know? You probably are just another
reporter looking for a really good story, I can see the
headlines tomorrow: Poor orphaned teenager left by the
fates of The Attacker. Of course we've heard of her, she's
our best friend. when she's around that is." At that, the
boy took a look of complete and utter disgust and venom
and kicked the tire of the car that was next to them.
"No, for your information I am not a reporter, I'm her best
friend Harry, Harry Potter." He looked from each face that
had different looks plastered on them. He could only
imagine the different stories that Hermione had told them
of. "So can you tell me where she is or not?" Harry said
trying to keep his tone cool and civil, but he wasn't doing a
very good job of it. Harry then gave them all a defying
look of 'don't question me again'.
One of them finally shook themselves out of their daze and
walked closer to him. She gave him a quizzical look then
she looked like she had a little light bulb go on in her
head. She lifted her hand to his head and swiped back his
bangs from his forehead to see his lightening bolt shaped
scare on his forehead. She gave a small gasp and looked
around to the others. They too had looks of amazement
written on their once angry faces.
"So it's true? It's really true?" said the girl that came
up to investigate his forehead. Harry then looked around
and looked back at the group of teenagers with a deer-in-headlights look. 'Oh my god did Herm tell them? She
wouldn't, she's too smart to do that and plus, they probably
wouldn't believe her.'
"What's true? What did Herm tell you?" Harry asked in an extremely panic- stricken voice. He again looked around to try and see if he could see her, but again to no avail.
"What do you mean what did she tell us? She told us that
she was a witch and she went to this school that teaches them
witchy stuff," The girl answered back like it was the most
obvious thing in the world. ".but of course we didn't
really believe her, we just pretended too, but now we do
believe her. She told us all about you, and Ron, and a lot
of other people too."
"Well, did she tell you about all the things we did to get
us into trouble and to also save both the muggle world and
wizarding world? Did she also tell you how many times
we've all risked our lives to kill the bastard that has
now come back and was the one to kill Hermione's parents,
and to do this to you and your families?" Harry was now very
pissed off because they didn't believe her and now her
life was at risk.
"Well, no she sort of left out that somewhat big detail. Is
she OK right now?" the girl asked sounding quite worried
for her friend. She looked anxiously back at Harry as if
to make him answer. She could tell though that this only
made him angrier than he was before. "What is the hell is
your problem? You come waltzing over here expecting us to
be all 'do what ever I say' and follow your every
command!?" She asked getting quite pissed herself.
"Well, sorry if my best friend is about to probably get
killed or tortured by Voldemort because you won't friggin
tell me where she is! For all I know she could be long
gone with Voldemort. For your information I came "waltzing
in here" as you put it because she called me crying her
eyes out then I came back on the phone after getting
permission for her to come to my house and there was no
answer except for a scream in the background!" Harry said
pretty much yelling at the top of his lungs, but it might not have been as loud as he would have liked, with all the sirens and screams going on behind him.
"Oh My God! It was probably her then. Oh my God!! Oh my God! Oh my God!" She
yelled back, having a look of panic now on her quickly changing facial expressions.
A new figure came up to the three that were talking and
said, "The last time I saw her, she was crying locked up in
her room and wouldn't come out, but I really don't think
that will help because that was like an hour ago." He
looked at Harry to see if he cooled down any with this new but
not really helpful knowledge. Harry turned to him and
tried to show him that he appreciated it with a warm smile
or as much of a warm smile he could get.
"Well which house is hers?" Harry asked trying to be as
professional as possible without trying to freak out. He
saw them all run towards a big white Victorian house with
black shutters on the windows. He ran into the house and
heard faintly, "This way." He looked over to the group to
see them running up the stairs, so he followed. He saw
them stop and they said that this was her room. He walked
to the door and knocked on it but there was no answer. He
tried turning the knob but it was locked so he reached in
his pocket for his wand and said an affective 'alohomora'
and opened up the door. When he didn't see anybody walking
in with him he turned around and saw all of them just
gawking at him.
"What? What are you looking at?" Harry asked getting quite
frustrated with them all over again. He then saw the older teenage guy
that he now knew went by the name of Sean, point to the wand
that was still tightly gripped in Harry's right hand.
Harry still looked quite confused but then realized that
they were not like him, but muggles. "Oh, you mean the
alohomora thing? That's nothing, wait till you see when I
get my hands on Voldemort. Anyway,s stop stalling and come
in and help me look for any sort of clue," Harry said to
clarify any questions or thoughts they had before. They
walked in right behind him to a completely cluttered room.
Her desk chair was on its side and there was papers all over the
floor. He thought he even saw some dents in the wall.
"Uumm. Harry you better come over here." Sean said a
little hesitant and sounding quite grossed out. Harry
turned to where he was and saw a puddle of blood on the
floor soaking into the nice otherwise clean carpet. Harry
thought he was going to be sick. He moved some of the stuff
off the floor to further investigate near the blood spot
and saw a note. He picked it up and read it. In it said:
POTTER,
IF YOU WANT YOUR INFURIATING MUDBLOOD BACK, COME TO THE
END OF THE STREET WHERE THERE ARE SOME WOODS. FOLLOW THE
TRAIL, YOU'LL FIND A CABIN IF YOU WALK FAR ENOUGH. MEET ME THERE AS SOON AS YOU READ THIS. IF YOU COME, YOU JUST MIGHT HAVE A
CHANCE OF SAVING YOUR LITTLE MUDBLOOD FRIEND, BUT I'M NOT
GARRUNTEEING ANYTHING.
YOURS TRULY,
LORD VOLDEMORT
"Uumm.guys? You might want to read this," Harry said a bit
shakily as he passed the note to the girl known as
Victoria, or Vicky for short, to read. The rest of the
group was looking over her shoulder or next to her to read
the note.
All of a sudden there were gasps from all of them and
pretty much all of them said around the same time
something on the likes of 'I know where he's talking
about.' Harry looked at them all when they looked up at
him with questioning looks. 'Probably about the whole
mudblood and Lord Voldemort that threw them off.'
"I'm sorry I can't answer any of your questions right now,
I need to go find Herm, she's in major shit trouble," Harry
said looking sorry that he couldn't answer any of the
people's up coming questions. "Can we not waste any more
time and show me where he's talking about?" At that there
were mixed feelings. Some were afraid to go there with this
person called Lord Voldemort and the others were ready to
show him the way to save their close friend Hermione.
Harry saw all the mixed emotions and gave them an
encouraging smile to tell them that it was ok, even though
he wasn't totally sure about that himself.
"Come on. I'll show you even if no one else will." She gave him a
nice smile and a little pat on the back to say 'lets get
going' and walked out of the room with everyone following
her. She walked out the front door and down the other side
of the street. When they got to the end (It was a dead
end) there was a bunch of trees blocking the view of an
old small cabin, but they could see a small glint of light
coming from the usually dimmed windows where only smashed
and broken glass is now left. They then heard a faint high
pitched scream come from that part of the woods and they
bolted as fast as there legs could carry them to that
dreaded little cabin.
The first one to get close enough to actually see somewhat
into the cabin, was Harry. He looked hesitantly at the
door before daring to bring his hand to the knob to open
it. When he went to go grab the knob when he heard a voice
only to well. Then he screamed in complete agony and fell
to the ground still screaming. When Hermione's friends
went to go help him and see what was the matter they heard
another scream but it didn't come from the mouth of the
poor soul writhing in pain on the ground, but from inside
the cabin which they knew came from the mouth of Hermione.
Harry then over came the throbbing pain that was in his
head and headed back towards the door.
He opened the door to see yet another string of curses fly
towards his best friend lying on the almost on the verge
of unconsciousness. Harry ran towards Hermione to help her,
but when he got there he heard that dreaded voice again.
"Ahhh.Potter you decided to come. How noble of you. Now
I'll be able to kill you and your mudblood slut," he said
in a hissing voice, Harry just being able to understand. Harry
turned to face his nemesis and when he turned he saw that
awful face. The red searing know-all eyes and the pale,
pale white skin with the snake-like flat nose with slits
for the so called nostrils. Harry was disgusted and you
could tell this with the look that was etched across the
face that was drained of no color, but certainly not
enough to rival the beast that was standing before his
eyes.
"What did you do to her?" Harry spit at the man, no he
wasn't a man, he was a monster. Harry looked down at his
suffering friend who was on the verge of tears. There was
blood everywhere. She looked like she was about to pass out
when he heard Voldemort muttering something along the
lines of 'stupid mudblood, she was supposed to get him
here to fight me not care for her.' Harry then looked up at
Voldemort and stood up to fight.
"So you wanted me here, and you got me, so come on
let's do it give me your best shot. I've defeated you
what?. About four times now, I think I can do it again." By
then Voldemort was fuming, he didn't he want to remember
all those embarrassing defeats, so he definitely did not
want to be the one who caused those defeats to mention them.
"How dare you try and act brave in front of me! I know exactly what's going on inside that thick skull of yours and it definitely isn't bravery," he said coldly to the
boy standing in front of him. Without Voldemort knowing,
Hermione pulled up all of her remaining strength and got
up and together both her and Harry said the deadly
Unforgivable Curses. It took Voldemort by surprise because
he thought he had knocked all the sense and energy out of
her before, but I guess he was wrong.(lol sorry I had to
put that~its like duh)
A hideous scream pierced the air like a razor blade and he
crumpled to the floor. Harry was still looking worried.
'That one thing couldn't have killed him, could it?' With
that thought in his head Voldemort started to float up
into the air. When he facing the way Harry was, his eyes
opened and they were glowing red like mad, it was almost
to much to look at it was so bright.
"This will not be the last of me Potter, you better not think I'm gone forever."
At that his body disappeared
into thin air. When Harry went to turn back to Hermione he
saw her slump to the floor looking deathly pale and heard
her whisper, "Harry don't forget to get Helena." She faded
off into the blackness of the night as she went into one
of her own.
"Wait Hermione! Who's Helena? No, wake up!" Harry said
trying to wake her up even for maybe a couple of more
seconds. 'She has to be OK, if she's not I don't know what
I'll do.' At that Harry picked her up gingerly off of the
ground and told the troop of teenagers to help him get her
to one of the ambulances.
A/N. Hi peoples. Sorry this took so long, but hey look at
it and anywayz happy belated New Years and sorry I would
have gotten it out sooner but Siobany was over and all
that kind of stuff and also I had so many ideas swimming
through my head that it was just so hard to pick just one
of them. Some questions to keep you waiting for the next
chappy are 1. Is Hermione ok? 2. Who in the whole wide
world is Helena? I know one of you might have an idea not
mentioning any names(Ashley) and 3. Is Voldemort really
gone for good this time or is he good to his word? Now for
the thank yous:
Hollie~lol that feels so weird since I'm written it
to another person. Oh wow very, very freaky!!! (the both
New England thingy~lol) and thankys for saying it was good
I didn't know if people where gonna like hate me cuz I
killed Herms parents and I don't know if your gonna think
this chappy is corny but anywayz I tried to make it good.
Also thank you you were my first reviewer and don't worry
I understand hyper, weird, blonde, and also tired language
so I did get that little thing you said.
Lime Jello-Eater in the Snow~ My God only you could come
up with a name like that, only you Ashley. Thanky for
being what you called my reader-over-er and yes that is
true your gonna have to be nice or I will fire you
probably not though cuz I really don't have anyone else
and plus you should be nice to me I'm letting you read the
chappies before everyone else and your one of my 'close
friends' anywayz thanx for reviewing and hope you enjoy
this chappy~ Puffy (don't ask~lol)
Also to anyone who read my story well chappy of my story
and didn't review or couldn't know names(Kaila~lol you
knew I was gonna do that) hope you like this chapter and
sorry it took so long and sorry to everyone that its
somewhat another cliffie.
Everyone~ Sorry to inform you peoples but it might, read
MIGHT take me longer to write now because this was a
vacation and tomorrow or actually today whatever day it is
tomorrow(today is the 1st of January) and I won't have as
much time but I will right more don't worry~ Buh byes for
now and until I write more!!! =P