THE WORLD'S HERO
"Merlin! Did anybody get the license plate of that imperious curse?"
Ron set up, holding his bandaged head with a bandaged arm and opened his eyes. His vision was fuzzy for a moment, then cleared and the sight before him was nothing less then disheartening. There were his best friend, Harry Potter, his scar and nose bandaged, a faint pink tint covering his skin where the blood hadent been completly cleaned off. Hermione Granger was curled up beside Harry, her arms wrapped protectively around him. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her hair tangled and out of control.
Just then the door to the infirmary flew open and in came a beside himself Hagrid. His hair was littered with splinters, bird feathers, and dirt.
"They're going to be fine, Dumbldore! They have to be!"
Hagrid noticed Ron and quickly went to his side.
"Ron, yo'r awake!" He then gave the flameing haired boy a massive, crushing hug.
"Not if you don't let me go, Hagrid!"
Dumbledore followed, pulling up a chair inbetween Ron and Harry's bed.
Hagrid let Ron go and glanced at Harry. "Poor 'Arry. He bett'r come threw or the scurvy bugg'rs 'sponsible will feel my wrath!"
"There there, Hagrid." The headmaster placed a reassuring hand on his long time friend's shoulder. "Harry's a strong boy. He will pull through."
"Harry always pulls through!" chimed in Ron.
Hermione begain to stir, her friends conversation becoming to loud to sleep through. She looked up at them through her amber eyes, her chin resting on Harry's stomache.
"Hermione! Your awake!" Cryed Ron as he tryed to leap from his bed to Harry's and evelope her in a sweet embrace, but Hagrid cought him in mid air with one massive hand and layed him back in his bed.
"orry, Ron. But you 'ave ta rest up."
Ron looked up at Dumbledore who nodded in agreement.
Hermione looked up at the headmaster as well and noticed his eyes didn't contain the same tinkle they usually did. Instead they seemed cold, lifeless. Was the situation really that bleek?
Harry's body started the quiver just slightly. Hermione leaned away from him, knealing on his bed. "Headmaster! Harry's shaking!"
Dumbledore stood from his chair and hurried to Harry's side. He put a hand on his neck, checking for a pulse. "He's having a nightmare." Dumbledore glared at Hermione. "Get Mrs. Weasly."
Hermione nodded and scurried off her bed and into the back office to get the temporary nurse, swallowing down the lump in her throat as she went.
As Hermione and Mrs. Weasley approached Harry's bed, they imediatly halted, not knowing what was happening. There was Harry sitting straight up. The bandage over his scar had become so logged with blood, the weight broke the adhesive's seal on Harry's flesh and the bandage fell to his lap. Harry's arms then went out straight infront of him, his hands joining together and then rotating swiftly, making a figure eight. A peircingly bright, yellow saturated, light erupted from Harry's eye sockets. Then he started to speak, his voice booming, sending what was left of the ramshackled school into feirce convulsions.
"TOM RIDDLE! I WILL NOT LET YOU HARM THEM!!! LIFE CANCELS OUT DEATH! AND WITH THESE SOULS, TO STRONG TO BE DESTROYED BY YOU, I BRING AN END TO DEATH!"
In the invisible force field Harry's swift moving hands, a ball of energy, the exact same as was coming from his eyes, materialized. Professor Dumbledore placed his hand on his chin, quite perplexed.
Just then, three black shapeless shadows begain dancing over the circumfrence of the ball. Hagrid stepped back, falling backwards onto Ron's bed sending it bending and creaking under his huge girth, everyones eyes focused on the ball of energy between Harry's rotating hands.
All motion ceased. The ball dicipated, the shadows warping and shrinking as the energy ball expanded outward into nothing. A feather-light whisper escaped Harry's lips.
"...for they are the true heros. Sacraficing themselves for the sake of others."
Harry went limp, collapsing back onto the bed, the tremors running through the campus grounds simulteaneously coming to an end. Mrs. Weasley hurried to Harry's side, checking his pulse. He was a live.
"His pulse is stronger then it's been the past two days." Mrs. Weasley directed her attention to Hermione. "Dear, Please fetch me a bowl of water and a rag. He need's to be cleaned up."
Hermione with unshed tears in her eyes, placed her hand on Harry's shin, tracing his leg down to the tip of his big toe as she walked dutifully in search of the requested items.
"Merlin! Did anybody get the license plate of that imperious curse?"
Ron set up, holding his bandaged head with a bandaged arm and opened his eyes. His vision was fuzzy for a moment, then cleared and the sight before him was nothing less then disheartening. There were his best friend, Harry Potter, his scar and nose bandaged, a faint pink tint covering his skin where the blood hadent been completly cleaned off. Hermione Granger was curled up beside Harry, her arms wrapped protectively around him. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her hair tangled and out of control.
Just then the door to the infirmary flew open and in came a beside himself Hagrid. His hair was littered with splinters, bird feathers, and dirt.
"They're going to be fine, Dumbldore! They have to be!"
Hagrid noticed Ron and quickly went to his side.
"Ron, yo'r awake!" He then gave the flameing haired boy a massive, crushing hug.
"Not if you don't let me go, Hagrid!"
Dumbledore followed, pulling up a chair inbetween Ron and Harry's bed.
Hagrid let Ron go and glanced at Harry. "Poor 'Arry. He bett'r come threw or the scurvy bugg'rs 'sponsible will feel my wrath!"
"There there, Hagrid." The headmaster placed a reassuring hand on his long time friend's shoulder. "Harry's a strong boy. He will pull through."
"Harry always pulls through!" chimed in Ron.
Hermione begain to stir, her friends conversation becoming to loud to sleep through. She looked up at them through her amber eyes, her chin resting on Harry's stomache.
"Hermione! Your awake!" Cryed Ron as he tryed to leap from his bed to Harry's and evelope her in a sweet embrace, but Hagrid cought him in mid air with one massive hand and layed him back in his bed.
"orry, Ron. But you 'ave ta rest up."
Ron looked up at Dumbledore who nodded in agreement.
Hermione looked up at the headmaster as well and noticed his eyes didn't contain the same tinkle they usually did. Instead they seemed cold, lifeless. Was the situation really that bleek?
Harry's body started the quiver just slightly. Hermione leaned away from him, knealing on his bed. "Headmaster! Harry's shaking!"
Dumbledore stood from his chair and hurried to Harry's side. He put a hand on his neck, checking for a pulse. "He's having a nightmare." Dumbledore glared at Hermione. "Get Mrs. Weasly."
Hermione nodded and scurried off her bed and into the back office to get the temporary nurse, swallowing down the lump in her throat as she went.
As Hermione and Mrs. Weasley approached Harry's bed, they imediatly halted, not knowing what was happening. There was Harry sitting straight up. The bandage over his scar had become so logged with blood, the weight broke the adhesive's seal on Harry's flesh and the bandage fell to his lap. Harry's arms then went out straight infront of him, his hands joining together and then rotating swiftly, making a figure eight. A peircingly bright, yellow saturated, light erupted from Harry's eye sockets. Then he started to speak, his voice booming, sending what was left of the ramshackled school into feirce convulsions.
"TOM RIDDLE! I WILL NOT LET YOU HARM THEM!!! LIFE CANCELS OUT DEATH! AND WITH THESE SOULS, TO STRONG TO BE DESTROYED BY YOU, I BRING AN END TO DEATH!"
In the invisible force field Harry's swift moving hands, a ball of energy, the exact same as was coming from his eyes, materialized. Professor Dumbledore placed his hand on his chin, quite perplexed.
Just then, three black shapeless shadows begain dancing over the circumfrence of the ball. Hagrid stepped back, falling backwards onto Ron's bed sending it bending and creaking under his huge girth, everyones eyes focused on the ball of energy between Harry's rotating hands.
All motion ceased. The ball dicipated, the shadows warping and shrinking as the energy ball expanded outward into nothing. A feather-light whisper escaped Harry's lips.
"...for they are the true heros. Sacraficing themselves for the sake of others."
Harry went limp, collapsing back onto the bed, the tremors running through the campus grounds simulteaneously coming to an end. Mrs. Weasley hurried to Harry's side, checking his pulse. He was a live.
"His pulse is stronger then it's been the past two days." Mrs. Weasley directed her attention to Hermione. "Dear, Please fetch me a bowl of water and a rag. He need's to be cleaned up."
Hermione with unshed tears in her eyes, placed her hand on Harry's shin, tracing his leg down to the tip of his big toe as she walked dutifully in search of the requested items.