Harry sprawled lazily on the chesterfield in the common room. He
didn't want to move, but he sat up anyway, bracing his fingers and
stretching. Ron and Hermione had gone to sleep but he had told them he was
going to stay downstairs for a while longer. He turned and faced the fire,
it was blazing but it didn't cast of any heat. Harry reached in and timidly
let the flames lick his fingers. Nothing. He stuck his hands all the way in
and nothing happened. He pulled them back abruptly as the temperature in
the air around him dropped to almost freezing. He turned slowly to face the
cold front, and was shocked to see that part of the common room had
disappeared. It had been replaced by a massive ballroom, bigger than the
Great Hall, with polished marble floors and floor to ceiling windows. And
on the ballroom floors, ghosts. He stood and faced the scene. Dozens, maybe
more, of ghosts milled around, casting a pearly glow across Harry's face.
He was shocked to see he recognized many of the ghosts. Sirius, Ernie
MacMillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley. Percy Weasley was there too along with
his father and sister. The ghost of Susan Bones was deep in conversation
with the ghost of Cedric Diggory. His eyes drifted towards Oliver Wood and
Colin Creevey, and next to them Ron and Dean. Harry's eyes drifted over the
faces of people he did not recognise. But in the center of this whirling
mass was his parents, slowly they turned to face him, and they, and the
rest of the spectres, quieted and raised their glasses in a silent toast.
Then his mother spoke.
"You are our last hope Harry. You are the last chance we have to win this war." She gestured around to the ghosts. "We cannot defeat Voldemort but you can." The rest of the ghosts nodded. Ron raised his glass again but he did not drink.
And then they disappeared as suddenly as they came. They disappeared and Harry was left facing Voldemort in his crowning glory. And Voldemort smiled, a terrible smile and he too, disappeared. And Harry woke to more pain than he had ever expeirienced in his life. He woke screaming, clawing at his scar. Hermione and Ron rushed to see what was the matter. And Professor McGonagall, who had never, even during her time as an Auror, heard such terrible screams came running. And Snape, who had been working in the dungeons heard the screams and he too ran to Gryffindor tower where he met with Remus Lupin. Their eyes met for one terrifying second and they continued to run. By the time they reached Harry the pain was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fear. He looked mournfully at his best friend. His pain could not be described.
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"You are our last hope Harry. You are the last chance we have to win this war." She gestured around to the ghosts. "We cannot defeat Voldemort but you can." The rest of the ghosts nodded. Ron raised his glass again but he did not drink.
And then they disappeared as suddenly as they came. They disappeared and Harry was left facing Voldemort in his crowning glory. And Voldemort smiled, a terrible smile and he too, disappeared. And Harry woke to more pain than he had ever expeirienced in his life. He woke screaming, clawing at his scar. Hermione and Ron rushed to see what was the matter. And Professor McGonagall, who had never, even during her time as an Auror, heard such terrible screams came running. And Snape, who had been working in the dungeons heard the screams and he too ran to Gryffindor tower where he met with Remus Lupin. Their eyes met for one terrifying second and they continued to run. By the time they reached Harry the pain was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fear. He looked mournfully at his best friend. His pain could not be described.
**************************************************************************** ********** A/N* Sorry it's so short! I'll update soon. Sara