Chapter 23: Soul, Spirit, And Heart
"NO!" Chanse screamed, but her voice was quickly cut off by a force around her neck. Slowly Chanse's body was turned, to face Voldemort.
Chanse gathered all her courage and looked Voldemort right in the eyes, "You said, if I gave you me, you would hurt Harry or Oliver."
"But you didn't give me you, now did you?" he hissed, "Now look what you've done," Voldemort turned Chanse around to faced Oliver's dead body, "you killed him."
Slowly tears started to build up in Chanse's eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall and give Voldemort that satisfaction of seeing her crying...the satisfaction of making her hurt.
Voldemort quickly turned Chanse back around, to face him, "Oh is the great Foxlin Potter going to cry..." He said as he tilted his head to the side, "over a stupid boy." He smirked, as he glided over to Harry, "What would you do if I hurt this boy..." Chanse looked down at Harry, who was frightened, "Or what would you do if I killed him?" Chanse quickly looked up at Voldemort.
"Accio." Voldemort screeched and sent Harry, across the opening, to another tree, on the other side, behind Voldemort.
Chanse looked at him with eyes full of hate. "Oh I'm so scared..." Voldemort evilly smiled. "What are you going to do; I have YOUR life in my hands." He yelled at Chanse, as he brought her close to his face, to the point where Chanse could feel every cold breath he took in and push out. "Cry for me," He whispered, "I dare you."
Chanse didn't do anything she just continued to stare Voldemort in the eyes, with anger filling her eyes. "Do as I say!" He screamed. Again Chanse didn't do anything but stare at him.
"I control you now!" Voldemort yelled, and the sky turned blood red, and then into a black red. "CRY!" He screamed in Chanse's face. Chanse didn't do anything, "You're not tough, and I can break you." He screamed as he threw Chanse into a tree, back first...
"AHHHHHH!" Chanse screamed as she hit the tree and slid down the trunk.
Harry turned to the tree to not watch his sister being tortured. "Come with me Harry..." a voice whispered.
Harry looked up and saw his good forest friend, the centaur, Firenze. "Quickly and quietly...let's go." Firenze extended his hand to Harry, "If you don't go now, he'll kill you too!" He whispered loudly.
Harry looked at Firenze's hand, then at Chanse, who still was being flung into the tree, and then he looked at Oliver's lifeless body, "But what about Oliver?" Harry whispered back.
"It's to late...He's already moved on to the ghost plane." He whispered, as he held his head down.
Harry looked back at Oliver, and then at Firenze's hand, and grabbed it tightly. Firenze tightened his grip around Harry's hand and pulled him up on his back, and started to turn around, "Wait." Harry whispered, as he looked at his sister, "What about Chanse?"
"No Harry, we can't...He'll kill all of us."
Harry started to crawl off of Firenze's back, but Firenze grabbed his hand, "No Harry, don't go," Harry kept walking back to Chanse, "Harry don't...you'll get killed...along with her."
Harry stopped and looked back at Firenze, who was just standing there, watching him. He looked back at Oliver, and then he walked back over to Firenze's side, and looked back at Chanse, who was thrown back into the tree.
Harry watched her slide down the tree and looked over at him; 'Go' she mouthed to Harry. Harry shook his head, 'No'. 'Go!' Chanse mouthed again to him, and this time Voldemort picked Chanse up by the throat and looked at her eyes.
"Fear." He laughed as he threw her harder into the tree.
"AHHHHH!" She screamed again.
Harry cringed as he buried his head in Firenze's side. He looked up at Firenze's eyes, "Let's go." Firenze extended his hand, once again, and Harry took it.
Harry jumped onto Firenze's back, "Harry hold on." Harry nodded as he hunched down, and rapped his arms around Firenze's neck, "the only way to get you back to Hogwarts is to ride through the clearing."
Harry looked up at Firenze, but then he felt Firenze take a deep gulp in, and then nodded his head. Harry hunched back over, and rapped his arms tighter around Firenze's neck.
Harry closed his eyes, as Firenze jumped out of the bushes, and rode into the clearing, "What the hell..." Voldemort screamed, as he threw Chanse into the tree again.
Voldemort turned around and saw Firenze with Harry on his back, "Oh fuck no...You can't get away that easy Mr. Harry Potter." Voldemort pulled his wand out of his cloak, "Petrificus Totalus." Voldemort yelled.
Firenze fell to the ground, sending Harry sliding across the forest floor.
Harry quickly got up and scrambled back over to the tree he was at, before Firenze took him away.
Voldemort glided over to Firenze, who could just look up at him. "Stupid centaur. Did you honestly think you could stop me?" All Firenze could do was mumble. "What I can't understand you...speak up." Voldemort laughed. "Well if you won't talk...then you'll die." Voldemort smirked.
"NO!" Harry screamed, as he watched Voldemort stab his wand into Firenze's heart. Harry cringed at the sound of Voldemort laughing harder and harder, the more he stabbed Firenze. "NO! Stop that!" Harry screamed over and over.
Finally Voldemort stopped stabbing Firenze, and then looked over at Harry.
Harry quickly tried to stand up, and run away but Voldemort glided over to him as fast as he could.
"My head..." Chanse whispered, as she slowly started to wake up. She looked over at Harry, who had Voldemort hovering over him, and then she saw Firenze, dead on the forest floor, covered in blood. Chanse cupped her hands over her mouth as she saw Firenze drenched in blood.
She looked back over at Harry and saw that Voldemort was holding him by the throat.
Quickly Chanse, gathered up all her strength and crawled over to her wand and picked it up, and pointed it at her broom, "Accio broom." She whispered, and it sent her broom sliding across the ground into her hands.
Chanse gripped the broom with all her might, and quickly looked up at Voldemort, "Wingardium Leviosa." Chanse sent the broom hovering in the air, then she flicked her wrist and the broom went flying into the back of Voldemort's head. "Pick on me...bitch." Chanse screamed, as she struggled to balance herself, as she stood up.
Voldemort threw Harry into a tree, and glided over to Chanse, and picked her up by the throat and slammed her into a tree.
Chanse's eyes squeezed tightly, then they slowly opened, and they were eye to eye with Voldemort's. Chanse looked at Voldemort with anger in her eyes, "You're not tough...you're just as tough as your brother, and boyfriend, and look at them," Voldemort turned Chanse around and showed her Oliver's dead body, then Harry curled up at the base of the tree, "and I'm going to kill you just like my death eaters killed your mother," Chanse's mouth dropped open, and her eyes filled with tears and hate, "and like I killed yours and Harry's father and Harry's mother" Voldemort laughed.
Chanse looked down at the ground then back up at Voldemort, who had pulled out his wand, and was pointing it at Chanse's face. "Any last wishes?"
"For you to burn in hell and to find your fucking face down there."
"I can't make any promises," Voldemort smirked, "Avada..."
A huge gust of wind whirled around the forest, and the sky turned a shade of dark blue, and the moon went blood red. Voldemort looked around, and so did Chanse and Harry. "Take your hands off of her!" A voice boomed through the forest.
"Says who?" Voldemort yelled back.
There was no response, but the wind stopped blowing.
"Me." A close by voice yelled.
Voldemort looked around, in the sky, and didn't see anyone. He looked back at Chanse, whose eyes went pure white, and she began to smile, "What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort screamed.
"My kind of magic." Voldemort turned around quickly and saw a, white- glowing, ghostly figure, dressed in all back, walking towards him.
Voldemort turned fully around and faced the figure, still holding onto Chanse's neck, "Imperio." The figure yelled at Voldemort. "Put her down." Voldemort did as the figure said.
Chanse fell to the ground and couldn't move, all she could do was look up at the figure, "Enervate, my child." A ray of light flew over Chanse, and she laid down on the ground, and then her skin absorbed the light.
Chanse looked up at the figure, stood up, and walked over to her. "Hello, mother." Chanse smiled as she hugged the figure, and the light around the Chanse's mother faded, and exposed a beautiful person, in long white robes, with white glowing eyes.
"Go to Harry and protect him, and then you can only revive one of dead." Chanse looked over at Oliver, and then at Firenze.
"But mother, there are two dead."
"I know...Decide which would be better to revive." Her mom whispered to Chanse, as she kissed her head. Chanse nodded her head, and walked towards Harry.
Chanse bent down to Harry and stroked Harry's hair back off his forehead, "You're going to be alright." Chanse smiled, and turned around, but Harry grabbed her hand. Chanse turned around and smiled at Harry and helped him up.
Chanse started to walk off, holding Harry's hand, as she looked over at her mother who was walking over to Voldemort.
Chanse's mother pushed Voldemort, "How dare you fuck with my daughter, her brother, her friends, and her best friend...How dare you!" She pushed Voldemort into a tree.
"Stop pushing me, bitch...You don't know who you're messing with!" Voldemort boomed, as he pushed Hailey back.
"I do know who, and you don't know who you're messing with...a really pissed off mom." Hailey walked back to the center of the clearing. Hailey turned around to Chanse, and watched her walk over to Oliver, and drag him over next to Firenze. "Avada Kendavra." Voldemort screamed, at Hailey.
Hailey turned around slowly and smiled at Voldemort, and held her hand straight in front of her, "Cogitatio defigo, contra abeo." Hailey calmly spoke, as the bright green light flew faster towards her.
The bright green light flew right in front of Hailey, then turned around and flew back to Voldemort. Quickly Voldemort ducked as the bright light flew into the tree, and then the tree turned black, and the leaved all began to fall onto the ground, "What kind of magic is that?" Voldemort screamed.
All Hailey did was walk closer and closer to Voldemort. When Hailey was standing in front of Voldemort, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her, but it was like she didn't move, "Tell me what kind of magic this is!" Voldemort screamed, "I demand you to tell me."
Hailey pressed up against Voldemort, and whispered in his ear, "All your question will be answered shortly." She walked passed him and over to the dead tree and place her hand on the trunk and whispered, softly, to the tree, "Fio fieri factus sum."
Harry watched the tree slowly gain color back into its bark, and leaves start to sprout from its branches.
Hailey started to walk back in front of Voldemort, "Look Chanse," Harry said as he nudged Chanse, "look at that."
Chanse looked up and saw that there was flowers popping up from behind ever step that Hailey took. "Chanse you need to revive someone fast, otherwise you won't be able to revive anyone." Hailey softly said, in Chanse's head.
Chanse looked over at her mother, who was standing in front of Voldemort now, and nodded. She turned back around and looked at Firenze and Oliver, "Who should I revive?" She thought.
Chanse placed her hands around Oliver, cold lifeless, face and leaned down and kissed his, cold blue, lips, "I love you." She whispered.
Chanse sat up straight and scooted up next to Firenze and placed her hands on his chest, and began to chant, "Pedem referre revivisco, integro plaga, revivisco..." Chanse repeated herself over and over again, "Pedem referre revivisco, integro plaga, revivisco..." Harry watched with fascination as his sister chanted over and over again.
Harry's mouth dropped as the blood, from the ground, slowly moved up Firenze's side, and back into the wound. He continued to watch the wound slowly close itself, and Firenze sat up again.
Chanse stopped chanting, and slowly opened her eyes, and looked up at Firenze, who was shaking his head, and trotting his hooves. "Chanse you did it!" Harry screamed, as he helped Chanse up, onto her feet.
"Thank you, soul of Gaea." Firenze smiled.
"You're welcome, my child, Firenze..." Chanse nodded, as her glowing white eyes went back to their emerald green color, as soon as that happened, she fell to the ground.
"Chanse!" Harry screamed as he caught her, and lowered her to the ground. He looked down at Chanse, and then he looked up at Firenze with confusion, "What happened to her? What'd you mean by soul of Gaea?"
"That was not your sister..."
"Not my sister?" Harry looked up with confusion.
"Right...that was the soul of Gaea...mother of all." Firenze stomped, "And that woman over there," Firenze nodded his head towards Chanse's mother, "is not Chanse's mother, Hailey...that is the spirit of Gaea." Harry looked over at the women, who had Voldemort pinned up against the tree.
"See the spirit, soul, and heart come here, every now and then to make sure their children: muggles, wizards and witches, and other creatures and plants, are alright.
The spirit and soul take the form of women, and the heart can take the form of anything... but it's always something so beautiful, the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen.
But the spirit and soul are free to roam around, while the heart can only be seen when something pure is killed, and covered by the evil that killed it."
Harry looked down at Chanse, who was slowly starting to wake up, "What happened?" Chanse slowly said, as she looked around.
"The soul of Gaea inhabited your body, and revived me..."
"I know, it was like I was inside my body, watching what was going on, but...I could only control one part of it...who to revive." Chanse said with confusion in her voice, as she stood up.
Firenze and Harry's jaws dropped, "Why did you choose me?" Firenze asked.
"Because you helped my brother, and you were willing to die for him...and Oliver no matter what is always in my heart...and I will always have him with me." Chanse pointed to her heart.
"But you can't HAVE him..." Firenze whispered, as he trotted over to Chanse.
"I know," Chanse said as she lowered her head, and looked down at Oliver's dead body, "I know." Chanse's eyes began to fill with tears.
"Sorry to interrupt but...what's the spirit of Gaea, doing?" Harry asked, as he pointed at the spirit.
The spirit of Gaea pinned Voldemort up against the tree and looked at him, "What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort screamed again.
"Just watch." The spirit walked over to Firenze, Harry, and Chanse, "Protect them, my child." The spirit placed her hand on Firenze's face, as Firenze nodded, and she smiled, and slid her hand off his face.
"Flipendo!" Voldemort screamed, as a giant ball of energy shot from his wand straight towards Chanse and Harry.
"NO!" Firenze yelled, as he jumped in front of the energy ball...
*BAM*
The ball hit Firenze straight in the heart. Harry and Chanse gasped as they watched Firenze fall to the ground.
The spirit turned around and walked back over to Voldemort, "Come back and save him!" Chanse screamed at the spirit. But the spirit didn't stop walking towards Voldemort.
Chanse started to scream again, but something grabbed her arm, "Chanse..." The voice gasped, as it faded off.
Chanse looked back at Firenze, who was gushing blood. She quickly fell to the ground, and looked into Firenze's eyes. "It is my time to leave this plane..."
"No Firenze...It's not your time." Harry whispered as he threw his arms around Firenze's neck.
"Yes Harry it is...but Chanse," Chanse looked down at him, "You can still save Oliver...If you do this right..."
"How?" Chanse whispered.
"How come she can still save him, but not you?" Harry screamed.
"NO!" Chanse screamed, but her voice was quickly cut off by a force around her neck. Slowly Chanse's body was turned, to face Voldemort.
Chanse gathered all her courage and looked Voldemort right in the eyes, "You said, if I gave you me, you would hurt Harry or Oliver."
"But you didn't give me you, now did you?" he hissed, "Now look what you've done," Voldemort turned Chanse around to faced Oliver's dead body, "you killed him."
Slowly tears started to build up in Chanse's eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall and give Voldemort that satisfaction of seeing her crying...the satisfaction of making her hurt.
Voldemort quickly turned Chanse back around, to face him, "Oh is the great Foxlin Potter going to cry..." He said as he tilted his head to the side, "over a stupid boy." He smirked, as he glided over to Harry, "What would you do if I hurt this boy..." Chanse looked down at Harry, who was frightened, "Or what would you do if I killed him?" Chanse quickly looked up at Voldemort.
"Accio." Voldemort screeched and sent Harry, across the opening, to another tree, on the other side, behind Voldemort.
Chanse looked at him with eyes full of hate. "Oh I'm so scared..." Voldemort evilly smiled. "What are you going to do; I have YOUR life in my hands." He yelled at Chanse, as he brought her close to his face, to the point where Chanse could feel every cold breath he took in and push out. "Cry for me," He whispered, "I dare you."
Chanse didn't do anything she just continued to stare Voldemort in the eyes, with anger filling her eyes. "Do as I say!" He screamed. Again Chanse didn't do anything but stare at him.
"I control you now!" Voldemort yelled, and the sky turned blood red, and then into a black red. "CRY!" He screamed in Chanse's face. Chanse didn't do anything, "You're not tough, and I can break you." He screamed as he threw Chanse into a tree, back first...
"AHHHHHH!" Chanse screamed as she hit the tree and slid down the trunk.
Harry turned to the tree to not watch his sister being tortured. "Come with me Harry..." a voice whispered.
Harry looked up and saw his good forest friend, the centaur, Firenze. "Quickly and quietly...let's go." Firenze extended his hand to Harry, "If you don't go now, he'll kill you too!" He whispered loudly.
Harry looked at Firenze's hand, then at Chanse, who still was being flung into the tree, and then he looked at Oliver's lifeless body, "But what about Oliver?" Harry whispered back.
"It's to late...He's already moved on to the ghost plane." He whispered, as he held his head down.
Harry looked back at Oliver, and then at Firenze's hand, and grabbed it tightly. Firenze tightened his grip around Harry's hand and pulled him up on his back, and started to turn around, "Wait." Harry whispered, as he looked at his sister, "What about Chanse?"
"No Harry, we can't...He'll kill all of us."
Harry started to crawl off of Firenze's back, but Firenze grabbed his hand, "No Harry, don't go," Harry kept walking back to Chanse, "Harry don't...you'll get killed...along with her."
Harry stopped and looked back at Firenze, who was just standing there, watching him. He looked back at Oliver, and then he walked back over to Firenze's side, and looked back at Chanse, who was thrown back into the tree.
Harry watched her slide down the tree and looked over at him; 'Go' she mouthed to Harry. Harry shook his head, 'No'. 'Go!' Chanse mouthed again to him, and this time Voldemort picked Chanse up by the throat and looked at her eyes.
"Fear." He laughed as he threw her harder into the tree.
"AHHHHH!" She screamed again.
Harry cringed as he buried his head in Firenze's side. He looked up at Firenze's eyes, "Let's go." Firenze extended his hand, once again, and Harry took it.
Harry jumped onto Firenze's back, "Harry hold on." Harry nodded as he hunched down, and rapped his arms around Firenze's neck, "the only way to get you back to Hogwarts is to ride through the clearing."
Harry looked up at Firenze, but then he felt Firenze take a deep gulp in, and then nodded his head. Harry hunched back over, and rapped his arms tighter around Firenze's neck.
Harry closed his eyes, as Firenze jumped out of the bushes, and rode into the clearing, "What the hell..." Voldemort screamed, as he threw Chanse into the tree again.
Voldemort turned around and saw Firenze with Harry on his back, "Oh fuck no...You can't get away that easy Mr. Harry Potter." Voldemort pulled his wand out of his cloak, "Petrificus Totalus." Voldemort yelled.
Firenze fell to the ground, sending Harry sliding across the forest floor.
Harry quickly got up and scrambled back over to the tree he was at, before Firenze took him away.
Voldemort glided over to Firenze, who could just look up at him. "Stupid centaur. Did you honestly think you could stop me?" All Firenze could do was mumble. "What I can't understand you...speak up." Voldemort laughed. "Well if you won't talk...then you'll die." Voldemort smirked.
"NO!" Harry screamed, as he watched Voldemort stab his wand into Firenze's heart. Harry cringed at the sound of Voldemort laughing harder and harder, the more he stabbed Firenze. "NO! Stop that!" Harry screamed over and over.
Finally Voldemort stopped stabbing Firenze, and then looked over at Harry.
Harry quickly tried to stand up, and run away but Voldemort glided over to him as fast as he could.
"My head..." Chanse whispered, as she slowly started to wake up. She looked over at Harry, who had Voldemort hovering over him, and then she saw Firenze, dead on the forest floor, covered in blood. Chanse cupped her hands over her mouth as she saw Firenze drenched in blood.
She looked back over at Harry and saw that Voldemort was holding him by the throat.
Quickly Chanse, gathered up all her strength and crawled over to her wand and picked it up, and pointed it at her broom, "Accio broom." She whispered, and it sent her broom sliding across the ground into her hands.
Chanse gripped the broom with all her might, and quickly looked up at Voldemort, "Wingardium Leviosa." Chanse sent the broom hovering in the air, then she flicked her wrist and the broom went flying into the back of Voldemort's head. "Pick on me...bitch." Chanse screamed, as she struggled to balance herself, as she stood up.
Voldemort threw Harry into a tree, and glided over to Chanse, and picked her up by the throat and slammed her into a tree.
Chanse's eyes squeezed tightly, then they slowly opened, and they were eye to eye with Voldemort's. Chanse looked at Voldemort with anger in her eyes, "You're not tough...you're just as tough as your brother, and boyfriend, and look at them," Voldemort turned Chanse around and showed her Oliver's dead body, then Harry curled up at the base of the tree, "and I'm going to kill you just like my death eaters killed your mother," Chanse's mouth dropped open, and her eyes filled with tears and hate, "and like I killed yours and Harry's father and Harry's mother" Voldemort laughed.
Chanse looked down at the ground then back up at Voldemort, who had pulled out his wand, and was pointing it at Chanse's face. "Any last wishes?"
"For you to burn in hell and to find your fucking face down there."
"I can't make any promises," Voldemort smirked, "Avada..."
A huge gust of wind whirled around the forest, and the sky turned a shade of dark blue, and the moon went blood red. Voldemort looked around, and so did Chanse and Harry. "Take your hands off of her!" A voice boomed through the forest.
"Says who?" Voldemort yelled back.
There was no response, but the wind stopped blowing.
"Me." A close by voice yelled.
Voldemort looked around, in the sky, and didn't see anyone. He looked back at Chanse, whose eyes went pure white, and she began to smile, "What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort screamed.
"My kind of magic." Voldemort turned around quickly and saw a, white- glowing, ghostly figure, dressed in all back, walking towards him.
Voldemort turned fully around and faced the figure, still holding onto Chanse's neck, "Imperio." The figure yelled at Voldemort. "Put her down." Voldemort did as the figure said.
Chanse fell to the ground and couldn't move, all she could do was look up at the figure, "Enervate, my child." A ray of light flew over Chanse, and she laid down on the ground, and then her skin absorbed the light.
Chanse looked up at the figure, stood up, and walked over to her. "Hello, mother." Chanse smiled as she hugged the figure, and the light around the Chanse's mother faded, and exposed a beautiful person, in long white robes, with white glowing eyes.
"Go to Harry and protect him, and then you can only revive one of dead." Chanse looked over at Oliver, and then at Firenze.
"But mother, there are two dead."
"I know...Decide which would be better to revive." Her mom whispered to Chanse, as she kissed her head. Chanse nodded her head, and walked towards Harry.
Chanse bent down to Harry and stroked Harry's hair back off his forehead, "You're going to be alright." Chanse smiled, and turned around, but Harry grabbed her hand. Chanse turned around and smiled at Harry and helped him up.
Chanse started to walk off, holding Harry's hand, as she looked over at her mother who was walking over to Voldemort.
Chanse's mother pushed Voldemort, "How dare you fuck with my daughter, her brother, her friends, and her best friend...How dare you!" She pushed Voldemort into a tree.
"Stop pushing me, bitch...You don't know who you're messing with!" Voldemort boomed, as he pushed Hailey back.
"I do know who, and you don't know who you're messing with...a really pissed off mom." Hailey walked back to the center of the clearing. Hailey turned around to Chanse, and watched her walk over to Oliver, and drag him over next to Firenze. "Avada Kendavra." Voldemort screamed, at Hailey.
Hailey turned around slowly and smiled at Voldemort, and held her hand straight in front of her, "Cogitatio defigo, contra abeo." Hailey calmly spoke, as the bright green light flew faster towards her.
The bright green light flew right in front of Hailey, then turned around and flew back to Voldemort. Quickly Voldemort ducked as the bright light flew into the tree, and then the tree turned black, and the leaved all began to fall onto the ground, "What kind of magic is that?" Voldemort screamed.
All Hailey did was walk closer and closer to Voldemort. When Hailey was standing in front of Voldemort, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her, but it was like she didn't move, "Tell me what kind of magic this is!" Voldemort screamed, "I demand you to tell me."
Hailey pressed up against Voldemort, and whispered in his ear, "All your question will be answered shortly." She walked passed him and over to the dead tree and place her hand on the trunk and whispered, softly, to the tree, "Fio fieri factus sum."
Harry watched the tree slowly gain color back into its bark, and leaves start to sprout from its branches.
Hailey started to walk back in front of Voldemort, "Look Chanse," Harry said as he nudged Chanse, "look at that."
Chanse looked up and saw that there was flowers popping up from behind ever step that Hailey took. "Chanse you need to revive someone fast, otherwise you won't be able to revive anyone." Hailey softly said, in Chanse's head.
Chanse looked over at her mother, who was standing in front of Voldemort now, and nodded. She turned back around and looked at Firenze and Oliver, "Who should I revive?" She thought.
Chanse placed her hands around Oliver, cold lifeless, face and leaned down and kissed his, cold blue, lips, "I love you." She whispered.
Chanse sat up straight and scooted up next to Firenze and placed her hands on his chest, and began to chant, "Pedem referre revivisco, integro plaga, revivisco..." Chanse repeated herself over and over again, "Pedem referre revivisco, integro plaga, revivisco..." Harry watched with fascination as his sister chanted over and over again.
Harry's mouth dropped as the blood, from the ground, slowly moved up Firenze's side, and back into the wound. He continued to watch the wound slowly close itself, and Firenze sat up again.
Chanse stopped chanting, and slowly opened her eyes, and looked up at Firenze, who was shaking his head, and trotting his hooves. "Chanse you did it!" Harry screamed, as he helped Chanse up, onto her feet.
"Thank you, soul of Gaea." Firenze smiled.
"You're welcome, my child, Firenze..." Chanse nodded, as her glowing white eyes went back to their emerald green color, as soon as that happened, she fell to the ground.
"Chanse!" Harry screamed as he caught her, and lowered her to the ground. He looked down at Chanse, and then he looked up at Firenze with confusion, "What happened to her? What'd you mean by soul of Gaea?"
"That was not your sister..."
"Not my sister?" Harry looked up with confusion.
"Right...that was the soul of Gaea...mother of all." Firenze stomped, "And that woman over there," Firenze nodded his head towards Chanse's mother, "is not Chanse's mother, Hailey...that is the spirit of Gaea." Harry looked over at the women, who had Voldemort pinned up against the tree.
"See the spirit, soul, and heart come here, every now and then to make sure their children: muggles, wizards and witches, and other creatures and plants, are alright.
The spirit and soul take the form of women, and the heart can take the form of anything... but it's always something so beautiful, the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen.
But the spirit and soul are free to roam around, while the heart can only be seen when something pure is killed, and covered by the evil that killed it."
Harry looked down at Chanse, who was slowly starting to wake up, "What happened?" Chanse slowly said, as she looked around.
"The soul of Gaea inhabited your body, and revived me..."
"I know, it was like I was inside my body, watching what was going on, but...I could only control one part of it...who to revive." Chanse said with confusion in her voice, as she stood up.
Firenze and Harry's jaws dropped, "Why did you choose me?" Firenze asked.
"Because you helped my brother, and you were willing to die for him...and Oliver no matter what is always in my heart...and I will always have him with me." Chanse pointed to her heart.
"But you can't HAVE him..." Firenze whispered, as he trotted over to Chanse.
"I know," Chanse said as she lowered her head, and looked down at Oliver's dead body, "I know." Chanse's eyes began to fill with tears.
"Sorry to interrupt but...what's the spirit of Gaea, doing?" Harry asked, as he pointed at the spirit.
The spirit of Gaea pinned Voldemort up against the tree and looked at him, "What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort screamed again.
"Just watch." The spirit walked over to Firenze, Harry, and Chanse, "Protect them, my child." The spirit placed her hand on Firenze's face, as Firenze nodded, and she smiled, and slid her hand off his face.
"Flipendo!" Voldemort screamed, as a giant ball of energy shot from his wand straight towards Chanse and Harry.
"NO!" Firenze yelled, as he jumped in front of the energy ball...
*BAM*
The ball hit Firenze straight in the heart. Harry and Chanse gasped as they watched Firenze fall to the ground.
The spirit turned around and walked back over to Voldemort, "Come back and save him!" Chanse screamed at the spirit. But the spirit didn't stop walking towards Voldemort.
Chanse started to scream again, but something grabbed her arm, "Chanse..." The voice gasped, as it faded off.
Chanse looked back at Firenze, who was gushing blood. She quickly fell to the ground, and looked into Firenze's eyes. "It is my time to leave this plane..."
"No Firenze...It's not your time." Harry whispered as he threw his arms around Firenze's neck.
"Yes Harry it is...but Chanse," Chanse looked down at him, "You can still save Oliver...If you do this right..."
"How?" Chanse whispered.
"How come she can still save him, but not you?" Harry screamed.