Disclaimer: I own Percy's kids, Selma Waier but I don't own the regular
characters including Penelope.I don't even own the spell "Locomotor
Mortis."
CHAPTER 8: Aftershock
Harry looked at Selma who fainted. In an instance voices and pounding began to fill Harry's ears as people arrived to them. Many people screamed also yelling crazy things. Percy came to his side followed by his family and Ron and Malfoy arrived too. More screams, more cries, more pounding more fainting.
"We saw it there didn't notice at first-" Harry said. Percy was looking scared himself and Ron and Malfoy stared openmouthed. Malfoy held a bag that seemed to be full of small books. He got out his wand, whispered a spell and it vanished.
Percy snapped back to reality. "Please, everyone, remain calm, please. Somebody call the hospital and move all those who faint- excuse me, don't push me, I'm Minister of Magic..." His words were drowned and no one seemed to be following his directions.
"Do something." Penelope said desperately in Percy's ears.
Percy repeated his directions more loudly and people started listening and pulling their loved ones of against the wall and trying to wake them up.
Malfoy looked at Ron. "You," He said softly. "You brought her here and now see what she has done?"
"Who are you talking about?" Ron warned slowly.
"You know who," Malfoy said inching closer. "HERMIONE GRANGER!"
Some people froze to look at them and Harry heard the voices get lower.
Ron glared, maybe to afraid to lie. "You have- some nerve mentioning her..."
"I can mention her whenever the hell I want!" Malfoy said loudly. "I know you know where she is hiding! You showed Harry where her lair rested didn't he, Harry, didn't he?!" Malfoy pointed a threatening finger at Harry.
Harry raised his arms and looked at him. "Search me."
Malfoy glanced at Selma on the floor. For a second he had a face of concern, but then he brushed it away and looked at Ron menacingly.
"Lets not do this now boys, where I am here and have to fix it." Percy said smiling putting his arms around both Ron and Malfoy. He looked at Malfoy. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger has not been spotted for over five years. We can all assume she has left us. And Ron," Percy said turning to Ron. "We all know those events in the past dealing with Miss Granger and Mrs. Malfoy are painful memories that shan't be repeated."
" 'Miss Granger' has been spotted- many times and especially by his eyes. Their the ones eating and dancing at the park!" Malfoy argued. Then he pushed Percy's arm away nastily. "I don't need a hug from *you*, thanks."
"That's no way to treat a Minister!" Percy said outraged, hands on hips.
"Why don't you say what you really want to say, Malfoy?" Ron said trying to calm down.
Malfoy exploded into angry, nasty words that Penelope had a hard time covering all of her children's ears. Malfoy included words like 'mudblood' and 'stupid fame', but didn't go to overboard (if possible) into spelling out his lost and marriage.
Ron was even more angrier then Malfoy. "I ought to-to-"
"What- fight me?" Malfoy drawled as if he wanted to. But Harry knew that Ron wasn't going to start a fight in front of his fans. Malfoy smirked. " 'fraid I'll hurt you?"
"Yeah, right." Ron said sternly.
"That's right, because all in all you get to go home and be comforted by the woman you love and you get to hold her and kiss her and love her." Malfoy said half enviously. "I don't."
It was silent where Malfoy and Ron just stared at each other. Percy seemed to scared to interject.
"I DON'T!!!" Malfoy said and before Harry knew it he lunged at Ron bawling 'Payback'. Percy fell back and was looking even more confused of what to do. More screams.
Harry yelled 'stop' as Penelope dragged her children away. Ron did his best not to fight back, jumping out of the way when Malfoy threw a punch and pushing Malfoy off him. Harry jumped and tried to pull Malfoy off Ron but he was amazingly strong. Ron then pushed them both away and before Malfoy could strike again, Harry, Fred and George held Malfoy back.
"YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!!!" Malfoy yelled.
"Apparate to Ron's mansion now." demanded George. "NOW!"
Malfoy looked at them and did so. George quickly followed.
"You guy's just come home whenever." Fred said getting up. He yelled to all the people, "Nothing more to see... just a sad man turning to violence! Nothing true." Fred turned to the twins. "Yeah, Tess, Jess you'd better get home! Yeah...tomorrow then, I know- yes we'll see you later!" Fred turned to Harry. "Bye." And disapparated.
"Well...how disturbing." Percy said. "Ron, you'll get your winnings tomorrow, my office. EVERYONE! Remain calm. Hospital has been notified." Percy narrowed his eyes as he saw some of the ministry come in shaking their heads.
"Ron." Harry said going up to him. "You alright?"
"Yeah... But there's a slight chance- Hannah saw this all." Ron looked up at the message. "And we'll sure be entering hell."
"Look- I want to prove Her- Hannah's innocence. Let me just- do some research, maybe you haven't research hard enough."
"Maybe." Ron said. "If you ever need a book from Hannah's just go to my room and in a small drawer will be a book titled 'names of some books.' Flip through that, tap the one you want with your wand and say 'accio' and pop it's there. I'll walk you to the mansion but then I think I'm going to pay her a visit."
Harry nodded.
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"As much as I enjoy this, I'm letting you go." Ron said as he undid the invisible ropes that tied Malfoy to a chair. "Just go to your room and read or something."
"I will find her, and when I do-" Malfoy looked at Ron and slowly sauntered to his room.
Ron stood there for a while then turned to Harry. "Bye." Ron said, looking unsure and left. Harry stood there, alone in the living room. He quickly went to work.
He got out Ron's book and pulled some books out of his shelf. Harry found a pile of old Daily Prophet articles and Witch Weekly, dating back to 7th year. Exactly what Harry as looking for. Harry started looking through them, following the events of the wizarding world almost 6 years ago and finally coming to a very important article.
*DARK LORD ATTACKS*
We knew that the Dark Lord's business was not yet over. The event that took place is one of the most unbelievable events.
-"He simply barged into the Kitchen door looking really mad." say's Ronald Weasley. "He started talking about betrayal and Lucius Malfoy's lack of loyalty."
-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had apparently came in, argued and then used the killing curse on both Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. But yet did not harm Draco Malfoy or Ronald Weasley, physically.
-"He said-he said- there 'were more painful things to do to us.' And at that moment glass broke from one of the top windows and Lisa had fallen to the pushed by Hermione Granger.
-"Yes, I was up in my tree writing my poems because I love doing that and I saw two women arguing. Then one of them pushed the other out the window and she was so full of misery and hate." Informs Jack Broust. And surprisingly, Hermione Granger had no excuse of what happened up there, though friends of hers disagree.
-"Look, She didn't do anything. She was probably under the Imperius curse, if not, there are a ton of different spells." Says Harry Potter.
-Many wizards are trying to find out possibilities of what had come over her, but nothing has been found yet.
Harry looked at the picture. It was of the scene and Harry, Malfoy, Hermione, Ron and Lisa were all their including people hovering over Lisa. Harry saw a man leaning against a tree, looking eager to write this all down as if to compose a poem. Harry looked closer and he seemed very familiar. Sea green eyes, flyaway hair...
This man was no other then the man Harry had bumped into at the Chess Tournament. Then pieces began to come together. Green and red painted hands. the message on the wall written in blood and green paint...
Harry suddenly flipped through magazines called 'The Judge Chronicles' which was a book of past trails. Many were filled of Voldemort's supporters and Harry finally found a page that caught his eye.
The man looked younger, and the tips of his hair were even more flyaway only the name was different.
"Jonathan Ocost." Harry read the rest of his information. Big supporter of Voldemort, was about 27 now, helped Voldemort in creating potions. Harry's mind was starting to fill with the information Ron had told him: "...You- Know-Who had threatened to kill everyone from 15 mile radius of himself, making sure it include me and you." With a potion? Why had it turned out to be untrue?
Harry suddenly went to Hermione's book and looked for books on poems. Harry's mind was racing, ideas and suggestions popping in and out it was very overwhelming. After about hours of studying, Harry had found a poem book by Jack Broust. Harry flipped through it and the poems were what he expected it to be. Poems about pain and misery and a day in his life then a poem caught his eye.
"No-No WAY!" Harry said exciting reading the poem over. Harry was amazed at his success. He put a bookmark in every useful book, newspaper and magazine.
Harry checked the time. It was surprisingly late. Harry yawned and sat onto an armchair. Then Harry heard something slam. Harry guessed it was the nifflers though sat quietly in his chair. Then he heard movement. Thump. Thump. Doors opened, walking getting closer.
Harry stuck his hand in his pocket grabbing his wand ready to shoot. When he heard that the noise was walking behind him Harry jumped out of his chair and yelled "*Locomotor Mortis*!" The shadow figured dodged it and Harry saw that it was only Malfoy.
"What the hell-"
"Sorry, Malfoy, sorry." Harry said quickly. Then Harry looked at his robes. "Your still dressed. Its late, I thought you were sleeping..." Harry looked at Malfoy suspiciously. "Did you go out?"
"Not like I was going to do something crazy or kill someone." Malfoy smirked to himself and got himself a glass of water. "Why are you still up?" "Ben trying to prove Hermione's innocence. I think I got it, I just need confirmation." Harry said coolly.
"And for 5 years, Ron couldn't?" Malfoy said.
"Not that he's dumb, it just he hasn't seen what I seen." Harry said. "That doesn't matter. Do you know where Ron is?"
Malfoy's grin went even wider. "Oh...he's *busy*." Malfoy said. Then looked at Harry. "I mean, I think he is."
"Busy with what?" Harry asked hiding Hermione's book.
"Don't be such an idiot, he's with Granger right now." Malfoy said.
"He doesn't know where Hermione lives." Harry lied.
"We all know she is alive, don't you even lie. Anyway I suppose he'll be there *all night*...sleeping in her *bed*." Malfoy's smile was also contained pure evil and disgust. Harry didn't understand. What did he mean...Then Harry's eyes went wide.
"Took you slow enough," Malfoy said, finishing his water. "I'll be in my room, Get some sleep." Malfoy walked slowly. "I guess he realized that soon it'll be the end. For us all."
Harry sank low in the armchair.
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More will be explained later.
CHAPTER 8: Aftershock
Harry looked at Selma who fainted. In an instance voices and pounding began to fill Harry's ears as people arrived to them. Many people screamed also yelling crazy things. Percy came to his side followed by his family and Ron and Malfoy arrived too. More screams, more cries, more pounding more fainting.
"We saw it there didn't notice at first-" Harry said. Percy was looking scared himself and Ron and Malfoy stared openmouthed. Malfoy held a bag that seemed to be full of small books. He got out his wand, whispered a spell and it vanished.
Percy snapped back to reality. "Please, everyone, remain calm, please. Somebody call the hospital and move all those who faint- excuse me, don't push me, I'm Minister of Magic..." His words were drowned and no one seemed to be following his directions.
"Do something." Penelope said desperately in Percy's ears.
Percy repeated his directions more loudly and people started listening and pulling their loved ones of against the wall and trying to wake them up.
Malfoy looked at Ron. "You," He said softly. "You brought her here and now see what she has done?"
"Who are you talking about?" Ron warned slowly.
"You know who," Malfoy said inching closer. "HERMIONE GRANGER!"
Some people froze to look at them and Harry heard the voices get lower.
Ron glared, maybe to afraid to lie. "You have- some nerve mentioning her..."
"I can mention her whenever the hell I want!" Malfoy said loudly. "I know you know where she is hiding! You showed Harry where her lair rested didn't he, Harry, didn't he?!" Malfoy pointed a threatening finger at Harry.
Harry raised his arms and looked at him. "Search me."
Malfoy glanced at Selma on the floor. For a second he had a face of concern, but then he brushed it away and looked at Ron menacingly.
"Lets not do this now boys, where I am here and have to fix it." Percy said smiling putting his arms around both Ron and Malfoy. He looked at Malfoy. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger has not been spotted for over five years. We can all assume she has left us. And Ron," Percy said turning to Ron. "We all know those events in the past dealing with Miss Granger and Mrs. Malfoy are painful memories that shan't be repeated."
" 'Miss Granger' has been spotted- many times and especially by his eyes. Their the ones eating and dancing at the park!" Malfoy argued. Then he pushed Percy's arm away nastily. "I don't need a hug from *you*, thanks."
"That's no way to treat a Minister!" Percy said outraged, hands on hips.
"Why don't you say what you really want to say, Malfoy?" Ron said trying to calm down.
Malfoy exploded into angry, nasty words that Penelope had a hard time covering all of her children's ears. Malfoy included words like 'mudblood' and 'stupid fame', but didn't go to overboard (if possible) into spelling out his lost and marriage.
Ron was even more angrier then Malfoy. "I ought to-to-"
"What- fight me?" Malfoy drawled as if he wanted to. But Harry knew that Ron wasn't going to start a fight in front of his fans. Malfoy smirked. " 'fraid I'll hurt you?"
"Yeah, right." Ron said sternly.
"That's right, because all in all you get to go home and be comforted by the woman you love and you get to hold her and kiss her and love her." Malfoy said half enviously. "I don't."
It was silent where Malfoy and Ron just stared at each other. Percy seemed to scared to interject.
"I DON'T!!!" Malfoy said and before Harry knew it he lunged at Ron bawling 'Payback'. Percy fell back and was looking even more confused of what to do. More screams.
Harry yelled 'stop' as Penelope dragged her children away. Ron did his best not to fight back, jumping out of the way when Malfoy threw a punch and pushing Malfoy off him. Harry jumped and tried to pull Malfoy off Ron but he was amazingly strong. Ron then pushed them both away and before Malfoy could strike again, Harry, Fred and George held Malfoy back.
"YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!!!" Malfoy yelled.
"Apparate to Ron's mansion now." demanded George. "NOW!"
Malfoy looked at them and did so. George quickly followed.
"You guy's just come home whenever." Fred said getting up. He yelled to all the people, "Nothing more to see... just a sad man turning to violence! Nothing true." Fred turned to the twins. "Yeah, Tess, Jess you'd better get home! Yeah...tomorrow then, I know- yes we'll see you later!" Fred turned to Harry. "Bye." And disapparated.
"Well...how disturbing." Percy said. "Ron, you'll get your winnings tomorrow, my office. EVERYONE! Remain calm. Hospital has been notified." Percy narrowed his eyes as he saw some of the ministry come in shaking their heads.
"Ron." Harry said going up to him. "You alright?"
"Yeah... But there's a slight chance- Hannah saw this all." Ron looked up at the message. "And we'll sure be entering hell."
"Look- I want to prove Her- Hannah's innocence. Let me just- do some research, maybe you haven't research hard enough."
"Maybe." Ron said. "If you ever need a book from Hannah's just go to my room and in a small drawer will be a book titled 'names of some books.' Flip through that, tap the one you want with your wand and say 'accio' and pop it's there. I'll walk you to the mansion but then I think I'm going to pay her a visit."
Harry nodded.
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"As much as I enjoy this, I'm letting you go." Ron said as he undid the invisible ropes that tied Malfoy to a chair. "Just go to your room and read or something."
"I will find her, and when I do-" Malfoy looked at Ron and slowly sauntered to his room.
Ron stood there for a while then turned to Harry. "Bye." Ron said, looking unsure and left. Harry stood there, alone in the living room. He quickly went to work.
He got out Ron's book and pulled some books out of his shelf. Harry found a pile of old Daily Prophet articles and Witch Weekly, dating back to 7th year. Exactly what Harry as looking for. Harry started looking through them, following the events of the wizarding world almost 6 years ago and finally coming to a very important article.
*DARK LORD ATTACKS*
We knew that the Dark Lord's business was not yet over. The event that took place is one of the most unbelievable events.
-"He simply barged into the Kitchen door looking really mad." say's Ronald Weasley. "He started talking about betrayal and Lucius Malfoy's lack of loyalty."
-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had apparently came in, argued and then used the killing curse on both Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. But yet did not harm Draco Malfoy or Ronald Weasley, physically.
-"He said-he said- there 'were more painful things to do to us.' And at that moment glass broke from one of the top windows and Lisa had fallen to the pushed by Hermione Granger.
-"Yes, I was up in my tree writing my poems because I love doing that and I saw two women arguing. Then one of them pushed the other out the window and she was so full of misery and hate." Informs Jack Broust. And surprisingly, Hermione Granger had no excuse of what happened up there, though friends of hers disagree.
-"Look, She didn't do anything. She was probably under the Imperius curse, if not, there are a ton of different spells." Says Harry Potter.
-Many wizards are trying to find out possibilities of what had come over her, but nothing has been found yet.
Harry looked at the picture. It was of the scene and Harry, Malfoy, Hermione, Ron and Lisa were all their including people hovering over Lisa. Harry saw a man leaning against a tree, looking eager to write this all down as if to compose a poem. Harry looked closer and he seemed very familiar. Sea green eyes, flyaway hair...
This man was no other then the man Harry had bumped into at the Chess Tournament. Then pieces began to come together. Green and red painted hands. the message on the wall written in blood and green paint...
Harry suddenly flipped through magazines called 'The Judge Chronicles' which was a book of past trails. Many were filled of Voldemort's supporters and Harry finally found a page that caught his eye.
The man looked younger, and the tips of his hair were even more flyaway only the name was different.
"Jonathan Ocost." Harry read the rest of his information. Big supporter of Voldemort, was about 27 now, helped Voldemort in creating potions. Harry's mind was starting to fill with the information Ron had told him: "...You- Know-Who had threatened to kill everyone from 15 mile radius of himself, making sure it include me and you." With a potion? Why had it turned out to be untrue?
Harry suddenly went to Hermione's book and looked for books on poems. Harry's mind was racing, ideas and suggestions popping in and out it was very overwhelming. After about hours of studying, Harry had found a poem book by Jack Broust. Harry flipped through it and the poems were what he expected it to be. Poems about pain and misery and a day in his life then a poem caught his eye.
"No-No WAY!" Harry said exciting reading the poem over. Harry was amazed at his success. He put a bookmark in every useful book, newspaper and magazine.
Harry checked the time. It was surprisingly late. Harry yawned and sat onto an armchair. Then Harry heard something slam. Harry guessed it was the nifflers though sat quietly in his chair. Then he heard movement. Thump. Thump. Doors opened, walking getting closer.
Harry stuck his hand in his pocket grabbing his wand ready to shoot. When he heard that the noise was walking behind him Harry jumped out of his chair and yelled "*Locomotor Mortis*!" The shadow figured dodged it and Harry saw that it was only Malfoy.
"What the hell-"
"Sorry, Malfoy, sorry." Harry said quickly. Then Harry looked at his robes. "Your still dressed. Its late, I thought you were sleeping..." Harry looked at Malfoy suspiciously. "Did you go out?"
"Not like I was going to do something crazy or kill someone." Malfoy smirked to himself and got himself a glass of water. "Why are you still up?" "Ben trying to prove Hermione's innocence. I think I got it, I just need confirmation." Harry said coolly.
"And for 5 years, Ron couldn't?" Malfoy said.
"Not that he's dumb, it just he hasn't seen what I seen." Harry said. "That doesn't matter. Do you know where Ron is?"
Malfoy's grin went even wider. "Oh...he's *busy*." Malfoy said. Then looked at Harry. "I mean, I think he is."
"Busy with what?" Harry asked hiding Hermione's book.
"Don't be such an idiot, he's with Granger right now." Malfoy said.
"He doesn't know where Hermione lives." Harry lied.
"We all know she is alive, don't you even lie. Anyway I suppose he'll be there *all night*...sleeping in her *bed*." Malfoy's smile was also contained pure evil and disgust. Harry didn't understand. What did he mean...Then Harry's eyes went wide.
"Took you slow enough," Malfoy said, finishing his water. "I'll be in my room, Get some sleep." Malfoy walked slowly. "I guess he realized that soon it'll be the end. For us all."
Harry sank low in the armchair.
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More will be explained later.