THE WORLD'S HERO
I typed my disclaimer in the first chapter. Once is enough.
Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardy. The late summer grass briskly kissed by the early morning dew. The sun, still hidden behind the tall trees of the Forbidden Forest, had not yet rained down its live breathing rays. One of the very last views of pure, serene beauty in these darkest of dark times.
With out warning, a massive explosion in Hogsmead sent all the animals of the forbidden forest realing twards the lake, trying to find safety. Moments later a super sonic shock wave rocked the grounds at Hogwarts, throwing the cages of Blast Ended Screwts tens of feet from Hagrids hut, which was turned into splinters. Trees in the Forbidden Forest were snapped like toothpicks, some of which comming to rest on many of the diverse inhabitants of the magical wood.
Harry potter woke with a start.
"What the hell?"
He jumped up quickly, grabbing his glasses and putting them on his face, just in time to
see out the sixth year boys dormatory window.
"Oh Merlin...
...EVERYONE DOWN!"
Harry dove for Hermione, caught her and tried to scamper with her under the bed, but to no avail.
"Harry! What are you..."
The shock wave crashed through the windows, turning them into millions of deadly projectiles, and sent the beds and there inhabitans crashing against the oposite wall. Harry, his arms around Hermione, clung to his bed as it uprooted and collided with the wall near the doorway. Harry let out a groan of pain as his back collided with the wall, his nose now a bloody mess where the back of Hermione's head had met it with full force. Then peices of glass started ripping through the bed. Harry, near unconsiousness from the pain his scar was radiating, forced his way against the sever preasure of the shockwave to turn around, placing himself between Hermione and the bed, sheilding her head against his chest to protect her from the glass.
Hermione until now had been quiet, disoriented, but now was screaming at the top of her lungs and clinging to Harry. She felt something trickling down her forhead, but couldent look up due to the feirce hold her best friend had on her. Harry turned his head to the left and focused on a head full of rust colored hair.
"RON!" Harry tried to shout over the creaking and breaking of glass all around him. Ron Weasley, pressed against the wall, inching his way closer and closer to his two best friends heard his scar bearing friend and look at him.
"GET DOWN YOU GOOBER!" At that exact moment the lamp that was buy Seamus' bed collided with Ron's head, sending him into a world where this was not happening.
"NO RON!" Harry was about to jump out from the false shelter Hermione and him shared when she screamed the name of another of his dormmates. Harry looked quickly to her side instantly wishing he haden't. His house mate, Neville Longbottom, was as if he was stappled against the wall by a sudden machine gunning of glass. Blood gushed from his mouth and his wounds, saturating his sleeping attire. Harry forced Hermione's gaze into his chest and he clung to her, tightly.
Then it happend. Four large fragments of the bay windows peirced Harry's back and legs. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold in the scream of pain that wanted to work its way out of his mouth all the way from his toes. Hermione felt his grip weaken and she looked up at the boy she loved so much. His face covered in red. His scar looked like a brand new wound. Blood was seaping out of his mouth, a look of pain on his face that Hermione imagined was from the glass shrapnel penetrating his flesh. She burried her head in his chest and sobbed, reciting in her head :Dont let him die, Dont let him die. I love him, you can not take him from me!:
Then it was over. The room quieted down. Everything pinned against the wall crumbled in a heap on the floor. Harry and Hermione collapsed, him ontop of her, the bed clambering down on both of them. They both let out a sharp yelp of pain. Hermione then felt something she knew was wrong. Harry's grip left her body and he collapsed on her fully.
Hermione, pinned under the love of her life and a giant four post bed, did the only thing she could think of, screamed for help.
Moments later, in rushed Mcgonickle flanked by Dumbledore.
"Dear Merlin, Albus. What in the hell happend?"
They took in the scene. Splinters and glass littering the room. All the furniture pinned against the wall. The once clean and ordely walls now filled with holes and covered in blood. The blood of her students. She rushed to the first body, Neville's. His blue pin striped pajamas were now a dark crimson, his body riddled with wounds from the flying debree.
"Albus..."
"Take him to the infirmary."
Dumbledore drew his wand and pointed it at the bed closest to him and bellowed, "Lingardium Leviosa." And positioned the bed back where it should be. In it's place, James Flannigan begain to move
"What..happend..Headmaster?"
"Something of great evil. Here." Dumbledore knelt down and helped James to his feet.
"Are you allright, Mister Flannigan?"
"I think so, sir."
"Good. Head off to the infirmary.
"Right."
As James exited to boys dormatory, Professor Snape rushed in, his long black cloak billowing behind him.
"Headmaster, what's going on?"
"Severus, help me get the boys to the infirmary."
Snape nodded and drew his wand, duplicating the spell Dumbledore had cast earlier. The bed went back into its place revealing two figures. One a raven haired male whos back was bleeding badly. The other, a bushy brown headed female, crying heavily as she held the raven haired boys bloodied face into her nightgown.
"Headmaster! I've found Potter and Granger."
"Take them to the hospital wing, imediatly."
"Potter doesen't look to good."
"Neither did Mister Longbottom. Now go Severus."
With that Severus scooped up The Boy that Lived and his best friend and carried them off to the infirmary.
To those who've reviewed, thank you all. Jacy, Im touched that my story moved you that much. However, I fear you're gonna hate me when you see my Prolog. Very graphic about the World Trade Center attacks. Thank you very much for the review.
Luicia Malfoy, one thing. It's thing. ^_* Thank you also, very much for the review.
I typed my disclaimer in the first chapter. Once is enough.
Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardy. The late summer grass briskly kissed by the early morning dew. The sun, still hidden behind the tall trees of the Forbidden Forest, had not yet rained down its live breathing rays. One of the very last views of pure, serene beauty in these darkest of dark times.
With out warning, a massive explosion in Hogsmead sent all the animals of the forbidden forest realing twards the lake, trying to find safety. Moments later a super sonic shock wave rocked the grounds at Hogwarts, throwing the cages of Blast Ended Screwts tens of feet from Hagrids hut, which was turned into splinters. Trees in the Forbidden Forest were snapped like toothpicks, some of which comming to rest on many of the diverse inhabitants of the magical wood.
Harry potter woke with a start.
"What the hell?"
He jumped up quickly, grabbing his glasses and putting them on his face, just in time to
see out the sixth year boys dormatory window.
"Oh Merlin...
...EVERYONE DOWN!"
Harry dove for Hermione, caught her and tried to scamper with her under the bed, but to no avail.
"Harry! What are you..."
The shock wave crashed through the windows, turning them into millions of deadly projectiles, and sent the beds and there inhabitans crashing against the oposite wall. Harry, his arms around Hermione, clung to his bed as it uprooted and collided with the wall near the doorway. Harry let out a groan of pain as his back collided with the wall, his nose now a bloody mess where the back of Hermione's head had met it with full force. Then peices of glass started ripping through the bed. Harry, near unconsiousness from the pain his scar was radiating, forced his way against the sever preasure of the shockwave to turn around, placing himself between Hermione and the bed, sheilding her head against his chest to protect her from the glass.
Hermione until now had been quiet, disoriented, but now was screaming at the top of her lungs and clinging to Harry. She felt something trickling down her forhead, but couldent look up due to the feirce hold her best friend had on her. Harry turned his head to the left and focused on a head full of rust colored hair.
"RON!" Harry tried to shout over the creaking and breaking of glass all around him. Ron Weasley, pressed against the wall, inching his way closer and closer to his two best friends heard his scar bearing friend and look at him.
"GET DOWN YOU GOOBER!" At that exact moment the lamp that was buy Seamus' bed collided with Ron's head, sending him into a world where this was not happening.
"NO RON!" Harry was about to jump out from the false shelter Hermione and him shared when she screamed the name of another of his dormmates. Harry looked quickly to her side instantly wishing he haden't. His house mate, Neville Longbottom, was as if he was stappled against the wall by a sudden machine gunning of glass. Blood gushed from his mouth and his wounds, saturating his sleeping attire. Harry forced Hermione's gaze into his chest and he clung to her, tightly.
Then it happend. Four large fragments of the bay windows peirced Harry's back and legs. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold in the scream of pain that wanted to work its way out of his mouth all the way from his toes. Hermione felt his grip weaken and she looked up at the boy she loved so much. His face covered in red. His scar looked like a brand new wound. Blood was seaping out of his mouth, a look of pain on his face that Hermione imagined was from the glass shrapnel penetrating his flesh. She burried her head in his chest and sobbed, reciting in her head :Dont let him die, Dont let him die. I love him, you can not take him from me!:
Then it was over. The room quieted down. Everything pinned against the wall crumbled in a heap on the floor. Harry and Hermione collapsed, him ontop of her, the bed clambering down on both of them. They both let out a sharp yelp of pain. Hermione then felt something she knew was wrong. Harry's grip left her body and he collapsed on her fully.
Hermione, pinned under the love of her life and a giant four post bed, did the only thing she could think of, screamed for help.
Moments later, in rushed Mcgonickle flanked by Dumbledore.
"Dear Merlin, Albus. What in the hell happend?"
They took in the scene. Splinters and glass littering the room. All the furniture pinned against the wall. The once clean and ordely walls now filled with holes and covered in blood. The blood of her students. She rushed to the first body, Neville's. His blue pin striped pajamas were now a dark crimson, his body riddled with wounds from the flying debree.
"Albus..."
"Take him to the infirmary."
Dumbledore drew his wand and pointed it at the bed closest to him and bellowed, "Lingardium Leviosa." And positioned the bed back where it should be. In it's place, James Flannigan begain to move
"What..happend..Headmaster?"
"Something of great evil. Here." Dumbledore knelt down and helped James to his feet.
"Are you allright, Mister Flannigan?"
"I think so, sir."
"Good. Head off to the infirmary.
"Right."
As James exited to boys dormatory, Professor Snape rushed in, his long black cloak billowing behind him.
"Headmaster, what's going on?"
"Severus, help me get the boys to the infirmary."
Snape nodded and drew his wand, duplicating the spell Dumbledore had cast earlier. The bed went back into its place revealing two figures. One a raven haired male whos back was bleeding badly. The other, a bushy brown headed female, crying heavily as she held the raven haired boys bloodied face into her nightgown.
"Headmaster! I've found Potter and Granger."
"Take them to the hospital wing, imediatly."
"Potter doesen't look to good."
"Neither did Mister Longbottom. Now go Severus."
With that Severus scooped up The Boy that Lived and his best friend and carried them off to the infirmary.
To those who've reviewed, thank you all. Jacy, Im touched that my story moved you that much. However, I fear you're gonna hate me when you see my Prolog. Very graphic about the World Trade Center attacks. Thank you very much for the review.
Luicia Malfoy, one thing. It's thing. ^_* Thank you also, very much for the review.