Summary: After being hit by the killing curse for the second time in his young life, Harry finds himself trapped in another body. He finally gets the chance to see how his life would have been like without his popularity, and where is friends loyalties lie.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 24: White Lighter
Hermione's hands were magically tied behind her back, and her mouth was magically shut, but she still fought back with her glare. Bruises were already starting to form on her body from her capture. She had only a couple of scratches on her, but it looked like she got a fair share of her capture too. One still had boils forming on his face. While another, had scratch marks all over his arms. Hermione clearly fought to the very end.
Harry was stunned. He could not let anything happen to her. He wouldn't. It seemed that his worst fears came true, and he had no way to stop it. He stood their facing Voldemort bravely, and said, "This is between me in you. Leave her out of this." He would rather die then see her hurt.
Voldemort gave him an evil grin and said "But Boy you made her part of this. I seem remember that in our last meeting, you had mentioning something on the lines of... let me think, ooh yeah... you would kill me if I touch a hair on this girls head." He glided over to where Hermione lay with her bodyguards. While he kneeled down to be on the same height as her, his cloak flowed around them like a storm. He took one of his hands and cupped her chin, while he used the other hand to caress her head. In one fluid movement, he yanked a long strand of hair from her head. He lifted her chin to make her look into his eyes, and took his other hand to caress her cheek. "Girl, now you will know what happens to people who defy me." He quickly ran his fingers down her face causing four large scratches to appear.
As blood started to appear on her check, Harry made a move to his wand. Voldemort without looking up at him, rise from his kneel. "Now, now Harry you know as well as I do that I have an itch for death, and if you make another move, I might have a need to scratch it..."
Harry started to fume with anger, but he could not do anything. Voldemort stated, "Now Harry, put your wand down."
Knowing that Voldemort was good to his word, Harry slowly put down his wand, and stepped back.
Voldemort laughed, "Now that's a good boy, death eaters restrain him." Three men from the crowd stepped forward, and restrained him not allowing him to move. Then Wormtail came out of the shadows to pick up his wand that had rolled to the middle of the floor.
"Now that I have your attention, I just want you to know that you brought this on her. She would not be here if you had not been here. She would have learned to follow instead of rebel. She would have been a good death eater if it were not for the fact that she was a mudblood. You, Harry Potter, have been a nuisance to this world for long enough." Voldemort picked up his wand pointed it at Harry. "And its time for you to learn your lesson."
Harry closed his eyes in preparation of the pain that was to come. "Crucio..." A blood curding scream echoed around the building. Harry opened his eye at the scream. Voldemort had suddenly change direction of the curse causing it to hit Hermione straight in the stomach. She fell to the ground, and cured up into the fetal position as she screamed.
This act hurt Harry more then if he was hit by the curse himself. Harry could not stand to watch her in so much pain. He screamed, "No", but Voldemort did not sustain. That was the last straw for Harry. "GET AWAY FROM HER." Voldemort kept his curse going causing Harry to become even angrier. The magic started to build in him, and was so thick that it was becoming solid. A white aura became apparent around Neville, and seemed to expand every second. Every death eater that was touched by the white light was wailing in pain as the light created boils all over their body. As they clasped in there on anguish, Harry was released from their hold.
With all of his guards off on him, Harry walked slowly up to Voldemort. When Voldemort turned to see what was going on all he could see were the green eyes boring into him. The room became in gulfed by the white aura that seeped from Harry's body. As he got closer to Voldemort, he started to speed up. The magic in the room became so thick that everything ceased to move. Even time stood still as Harry went toward his enemy. Harry went into a sprint as he came closer and closer. As he hit his target, a large flash of light engulfed the hall causing everyone in the room to be knocked out.
The room stood still as silence echoed through the hall, as everyone lay unconscious on the floor. The students and teacher lay in heaps where they were being held captive. The perfect lines of loyal death eaters were destroyed as each on of them lay in weird potions on top of one another. In front of the room came the biggest shock. Two men lay side by side on top of a black cloak. The cloak was dissolved as if it was a death shrouded that had been turned away by the mourners.
The room stood like this for several awkward minutes with no one stirring. The professors and students in the room awake first to find all the death eaters were still knocked out cold. They were shocked that one boy could do that much damage, but they quickly recovered to finish what Harry started. The faculty gathered all the death eaters together while Hermione rushed over to Harry's side to see if he was all right. Unlike the rest of the students, Harry had not awoken yet from the blast. With her hands still shaking and voice still horse from screaming, she shock him and cried, "Harry, Harry please wake up."
Suddenly, he started to stir, and Hermione enveloped him in a big hug. "Harry, Oh Harry, you are ok. I was so worried."
Neville looked up to her confused. "Um... Hermione..."
Hermione look him in the eyes, but no longer could see the green.
"Why are you calling me Harry?"
She searched his eyes again, but no spark of Harry remained.
A single tear fell from her ears, as she nodded to Neville, and stated, "You are not Harry."
Neville looked at her confused. "No Hermione, I am Neville. Remember, Harry's dead."
*
The end...
NO that would be a horrible ending, but that is the kind of ending I would create. I have one more chapter to post until the ends so keep the reviews coming. It should be coming out tommorow. Thanks to all my reviewers. Ya'll are great. (yes I am from the south)
Monday
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 24: White Lighter
Hermione's hands were magically tied behind her back, and her mouth was magically shut, but she still fought back with her glare. Bruises were already starting to form on her body from her capture. She had only a couple of scratches on her, but it looked like she got a fair share of her capture too. One still had boils forming on his face. While another, had scratch marks all over his arms. Hermione clearly fought to the very end.
Harry was stunned. He could not let anything happen to her. He wouldn't. It seemed that his worst fears came true, and he had no way to stop it. He stood their facing Voldemort bravely, and said, "This is between me in you. Leave her out of this." He would rather die then see her hurt.
Voldemort gave him an evil grin and said "But Boy you made her part of this. I seem remember that in our last meeting, you had mentioning something on the lines of... let me think, ooh yeah... you would kill me if I touch a hair on this girls head." He glided over to where Hermione lay with her bodyguards. While he kneeled down to be on the same height as her, his cloak flowed around them like a storm. He took one of his hands and cupped her chin, while he used the other hand to caress her head. In one fluid movement, he yanked a long strand of hair from her head. He lifted her chin to make her look into his eyes, and took his other hand to caress her cheek. "Girl, now you will know what happens to people who defy me." He quickly ran his fingers down her face causing four large scratches to appear.
As blood started to appear on her check, Harry made a move to his wand. Voldemort without looking up at him, rise from his kneel. "Now, now Harry you know as well as I do that I have an itch for death, and if you make another move, I might have a need to scratch it..."
Harry started to fume with anger, but he could not do anything. Voldemort stated, "Now Harry, put your wand down."
Knowing that Voldemort was good to his word, Harry slowly put down his wand, and stepped back.
Voldemort laughed, "Now that's a good boy, death eaters restrain him." Three men from the crowd stepped forward, and restrained him not allowing him to move. Then Wormtail came out of the shadows to pick up his wand that had rolled to the middle of the floor.
"Now that I have your attention, I just want you to know that you brought this on her. She would not be here if you had not been here. She would have learned to follow instead of rebel. She would have been a good death eater if it were not for the fact that she was a mudblood. You, Harry Potter, have been a nuisance to this world for long enough." Voldemort picked up his wand pointed it at Harry. "And its time for you to learn your lesson."
Harry closed his eyes in preparation of the pain that was to come. "Crucio..." A blood curding scream echoed around the building. Harry opened his eye at the scream. Voldemort had suddenly change direction of the curse causing it to hit Hermione straight in the stomach. She fell to the ground, and cured up into the fetal position as she screamed.
This act hurt Harry more then if he was hit by the curse himself. Harry could not stand to watch her in so much pain. He screamed, "No", but Voldemort did not sustain. That was the last straw for Harry. "GET AWAY FROM HER." Voldemort kept his curse going causing Harry to become even angrier. The magic started to build in him, and was so thick that it was becoming solid. A white aura became apparent around Neville, and seemed to expand every second. Every death eater that was touched by the white light was wailing in pain as the light created boils all over their body. As they clasped in there on anguish, Harry was released from their hold.
With all of his guards off on him, Harry walked slowly up to Voldemort. When Voldemort turned to see what was going on all he could see were the green eyes boring into him. The room became in gulfed by the white aura that seeped from Harry's body. As he got closer to Voldemort, he started to speed up. The magic in the room became so thick that everything ceased to move. Even time stood still as Harry went toward his enemy. Harry went into a sprint as he came closer and closer. As he hit his target, a large flash of light engulfed the hall causing everyone in the room to be knocked out.
The room stood still as silence echoed through the hall, as everyone lay unconscious on the floor. The students and teacher lay in heaps where they were being held captive. The perfect lines of loyal death eaters were destroyed as each on of them lay in weird potions on top of one another. In front of the room came the biggest shock. Two men lay side by side on top of a black cloak. The cloak was dissolved as if it was a death shrouded that had been turned away by the mourners.
The room stood like this for several awkward minutes with no one stirring. The professors and students in the room awake first to find all the death eaters were still knocked out cold. They were shocked that one boy could do that much damage, but they quickly recovered to finish what Harry started. The faculty gathered all the death eaters together while Hermione rushed over to Harry's side to see if he was all right. Unlike the rest of the students, Harry had not awoken yet from the blast. With her hands still shaking and voice still horse from screaming, she shock him and cried, "Harry, Harry please wake up."
Suddenly, he started to stir, and Hermione enveloped him in a big hug. "Harry, Oh Harry, you are ok. I was so worried."
Neville looked up to her confused. "Um... Hermione..."
Hermione look him in the eyes, but no longer could see the green.
"Why are you calling me Harry?"
She searched his eyes again, but no spark of Harry remained.
A single tear fell from her ears, as she nodded to Neville, and stated, "You are not Harry."
Neville looked at her confused. "No Hermione, I am Neville. Remember, Harry's dead."
*
The end...
NO that would be a horrible ending, but that is the kind of ending I would create. I have one more chapter to post until the ends so keep the reviews coming. It should be coming out tommorow. Thanks to all my reviewers. Ya'll are great. (yes I am from the south)
Monday