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"Quidditch, my lords?" Professor Hart asked as he saw Harry and Ron in their quidditch uniforms.
"Against Slytherin," Ron smirked. "We wanted our last memory of quidditch as the team that slaughtered them."
"It would be a lovely memory indeed," Professor Hart smiled at his student's enthusiasm.
"Do you play professor?" Harry asked. Professor Hart cleared his throat, avoiding the question. But the two boy's pleading expression broke him.
"No," he said.
"Why not?" Ron asked bluntly. This made the professor blush in embarrassment.
"I hate heights," he quickly said. Ron was about to laugh but Harry elbowed his side, abruptly stopping him.
"I hope you get over it," Harry smiled as he said it sincerely. "They maybe we can play."
"I'll try, master Potter," with a smile he left the two Griffindors.
"Let's go," Harry said and he and Ron went out to the field.
*** *** ***
"It is still a tied game as Chaser Seamus has the quaffle!" Colin Creavey announced as the game was tied one hundred all.
"This is getting tough," Hermione said as she watched the game.
"Interesting game," Shiva, at Ginny's request, came to watch it with them. Ginny gave her a run down on the rules and quickly got the basics. The red haired witch watched as she held Carbuncle in her arms.
"It's going to be tough," Ginny agreed as she saw the players zoom by. "So," she tried to pick up a conversation with her blue haired friend. "Had fun at the ball?" Shiva suddenly blushed and smiled at her.
"It was... memorable," she said.
"I'll say," Hermione agreed. "You took every boy's breath away with that gown of yours."
"I am not interested in boys," Shiva said.
"Only in Professors," Ginny smiled. Shiva had a look of horrific surprise as she heard her friend.
"He's a teacher?" she asked.
"You didn't know?" Hermione looked at her in amazement.
"I did not," Shiva said.
"Griffindor wins!" Colin announced but the girls didn't listen.
"But that does not change the fact that you like him?" Ginny asked over the cheers of the crowd.
"I do not think that I want someone to share my life again," Shiva sighed as she grasped her necklace. "But I can not stop the feelings I have when I am close to him."
"I see," Ginny slowly said. She could tell that Shiva had a past that hurt her so much that she felt that if it happened again, she would be devastated.
Suddenly, the crowd went into a panic and scattered, tying to get out of the way. Confused, the three maidens looked at the source of confusion.
"Wyverns," Hermione looked up and saw three dragon-like creatures being ridden by... men in dark cloaks.
"Deatheaters," Ginny said concerned. The two witches knew who was their target, and the three deatheaters dove to attack.
"Harry," Ginny said in realization and she looked for him. She suddenly went out to the stands and down to the field. As she came to the field she was surprised that Shiva was already there. But her concerns quickly deviated elsewhere.
"Harry?" she called out. She saw Shiva looking up and she followed her gaze.
"Oh my," she silently said as what she saw, shocked her.
*** *** ***
"Move Ron!" Harry shouted as he and Ron just barely misses the talons of the wyvern. Ron dodges the flying beast and struck it with his club.
Harry, in his Firebolt, tried to distract the deatheaters from the crowd. He was successful but one of the wyverns dove and saw another target. Looking down, he saw the beast's target.
"No!" Harry dove with the beast, trying to get its attention. But it had set its sights on its target.
"Ginny!"
*** *** ***
Ginny looked up as she heard Harry's voice. He was neck to neck with a wyvern, racing towards her. She reached in her robe for her wand but before she took it out the wyvern was ahead of Harry and headed in a collision course with her.
Ginny shut her eyes praying for a miracle. And she was rewarded with one.
She heard the wyvern scream as if it was in pain. And then nothing. Opening her eyes she was greeted by the sight of fiery wings protecting her from the wyvern's attack. Looking behind her was the serene face of Phoenix as she looked at the sky above.
"Nice save," Shiva said as she looked at the firebird calmly as if she wasn't surprised.
"All she had to do was ask," the great bird said out loud. "Good afternoon, master Potter."
"Hi," Harry was floating on his broomstick trying to figure out what had happened. But before she could explain, Ginny heard a familiar scream. Looking at the bleachers, she saw that another wyvern was trying to take Hermione away, but Ron was desperately trying to dissuade it from doing so.
Without another word, Harry flew to help his friends. Ginny started to run for Hermione but the wyvern already took her into the air. Phoenix flew after Harry, with her mighty wings she had already caught up with Harry and was flying faster.
She collided with the wyvern making it drop Hermione. Ginny couldn't help but look in terror as her friend plunged from the sky.
*** *** ***
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron shouted the spell as he saw Hermione fall. But he cursed as he forgot that he didn't bring his wand so the spell had no effect. He suddenly dived for her, milking the broomstick for all the speed it could give him. But it was still not fast enough. He jumped from his broomstick, hoping that he could reach her.
He touched her hand and grasped it. He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her holding her head close to him. He protected her from the anticipated fall but it never came. He suddenly felt like he was in a bed of feathers, warm and soft. And... flying? Looking around he saw that he was on Phoenix's back as the great bird floated back to the ground.
"Ron?" Hermione softly called. He sighed as he heard her frail voice.
"I'm here," he said, his voice as frail as hers. He was afraid to lose her. He held her close as they descended the heavens. "I'll be always here."
"Stupid git," she said as she buried her head in his chest. He could feel her crying, her tears were hot and burned his heart.
"I know," he smiled.
*** *** ***
"Ron!" Harry flew down as he saw Phoenix save his friends. He jumped from his broomstick and ran for them. But he remembered that there was one more wyvern. He turned his back but it was too late.
The wyvern was about to strike when suddenly, it was covered in a sheet of ice. Sighing in relief, Harry followed where the ice blast came from. Smiling his savior, he then proceeded to check on his friends.
*** *** ***
"Wicked," Ginny said in awe as she saw Shiva turn the wyvern into ice. For a short moment, Shiva's skin turned blue but after the spell, it was back to normal.
"I used too much," Shiva said but Ginny smiled at her.
"Cool," Ginny smiled and laughed.
"Oh," Shiva laughed as well as they walked towards their friends. But a screech of a different nature stopped them in their tracks. Looking up, both of them cringed as they saw a huge flying salamander hovering over them. The creature of fire glared at them, its yellow eyes seeing them as prey.
"Can't you freeze it?" Ginny asked Shiva who shook her head.
"Not powerful enough yet," she said, backing away, holding her friend's hand.
"Guy?" Ginny called to the trio.
"Any spell 'Mione?" Ron asked but Hermione shook her head.
"I would only annoy it," she said.
"What now?" Harry asked.
"Believe that a miracle will happen," Shiva said in full confidence. Ginny was skeptic but what else she could do? The salamander breathed in, readying itself to blast them with flame.
Suddenly, a large blast of intense flame struck the salamander. It didn't have time to scream for it was burned into ashes within seconds.
Ginny sighed and turned her head. She saw Shiva looking at the school. Did the blast came from the school?
"What is that?" Hermione asked. Above the school a large silhouette of a magnificent dragon hovered over it. Its wings were massive and the outlines of its limbs were muscular. Seeing it from afar, Ginny noticed that it had two large horns on its head. It was simply... majestic.
"Ron? What type of dragon is that?" Harry asked.
"I' don't know," he said in awe. "Not in any of Charlie's books."
"He's one of a kind," Shiva said as she admired it. Ginny looked at the blue-haired maiden, thinking that she was not telling them all there is.
The dragon roared, the sound stretching throughout the land. It was powerful and frightening. Light sparkles surrounded it and with a final roar it disappeared.
"What was that?" Hermione asked.
None of them knew.
All of them, stood there in awe.
*** *** ***
Stumbling down the staircase, the Guardian landed hard to the floor. He was coughing a lot of blood from his task. He was weak from it. He never knew that HE had gained power in the previous centuries. But he had to do it. He had no other choice.
Standing up on weak legs, he composed himself despite the pain.
Pain had been his companion.
Pain was no stranger to him.
Despite that, he walked towards his quarters, satisfied that he had protected the chosen one. Protected her and her friends.
Walking through the halls, she had a smile on his face, despite the blood on his lips.
"I hate summoning," he said. "I hate being summoned."
But his satisfied smile was clear.
"I need a holiday."
End of 15
"Quidditch, my lords?" Professor Hart asked as he saw Harry and Ron in their quidditch uniforms.
"Against Slytherin," Ron smirked. "We wanted our last memory of quidditch as the team that slaughtered them."
"It would be a lovely memory indeed," Professor Hart smiled at his student's enthusiasm.
"Do you play professor?" Harry asked. Professor Hart cleared his throat, avoiding the question. But the two boy's pleading expression broke him.
"No," he said.
"Why not?" Ron asked bluntly. This made the professor blush in embarrassment.
"I hate heights," he quickly said. Ron was about to laugh but Harry elbowed his side, abruptly stopping him.
"I hope you get over it," Harry smiled as he said it sincerely. "They maybe we can play."
"I'll try, master Potter," with a smile he left the two Griffindors.
"Let's go," Harry said and he and Ron went out to the field.
*** *** ***
"It is still a tied game as Chaser Seamus has the quaffle!" Colin Creavey announced as the game was tied one hundred all.
"This is getting tough," Hermione said as she watched the game.
"Interesting game," Shiva, at Ginny's request, came to watch it with them. Ginny gave her a run down on the rules and quickly got the basics. The red haired witch watched as she held Carbuncle in her arms.
"It's going to be tough," Ginny agreed as she saw the players zoom by. "So," she tried to pick up a conversation with her blue haired friend. "Had fun at the ball?" Shiva suddenly blushed and smiled at her.
"It was... memorable," she said.
"I'll say," Hermione agreed. "You took every boy's breath away with that gown of yours."
"I am not interested in boys," Shiva said.
"Only in Professors," Ginny smiled. Shiva had a look of horrific surprise as she heard her friend.
"He's a teacher?" she asked.
"You didn't know?" Hermione looked at her in amazement.
"I did not," Shiva said.
"Griffindor wins!" Colin announced but the girls didn't listen.
"But that does not change the fact that you like him?" Ginny asked over the cheers of the crowd.
"I do not think that I want someone to share my life again," Shiva sighed as she grasped her necklace. "But I can not stop the feelings I have when I am close to him."
"I see," Ginny slowly said. She could tell that Shiva had a past that hurt her so much that she felt that if it happened again, she would be devastated.
Suddenly, the crowd went into a panic and scattered, tying to get out of the way. Confused, the three maidens looked at the source of confusion.
"Wyverns," Hermione looked up and saw three dragon-like creatures being ridden by... men in dark cloaks.
"Deatheaters," Ginny said concerned. The two witches knew who was their target, and the three deatheaters dove to attack.
"Harry," Ginny said in realization and she looked for him. She suddenly went out to the stands and down to the field. As she came to the field she was surprised that Shiva was already there. But her concerns quickly deviated elsewhere.
"Harry?" she called out. She saw Shiva looking up and she followed her gaze.
"Oh my," she silently said as what she saw, shocked her.
*** *** ***
"Move Ron!" Harry shouted as he and Ron just barely misses the talons of the wyvern. Ron dodges the flying beast and struck it with his club.
Harry, in his Firebolt, tried to distract the deatheaters from the crowd. He was successful but one of the wyverns dove and saw another target. Looking down, he saw the beast's target.
"No!" Harry dove with the beast, trying to get its attention. But it had set its sights on its target.
"Ginny!"
*** *** ***
Ginny looked up as she heard Harry's voice. He was neck to neck with a wyvern, racing towards her. She reached in her robe for her wand but before she took it out the wyvern was ahead of Harry and headed in a collision course with her.
Ginny shut her eyes praying for a miracle. And she was rewarded with one.
She heard the wyvern scream as if it was in pain. And then nothing. Opening her eyes she was greeted by the sight of fiery wings protecting her from the wyvern's attack. Looking behind her was the serene face of Phoenix as she looked at the sky above.
"Nice save," Shiva said as she looked at the firebird calmly as if she wasn't surprised.
"All she had to do was ask," the great bird said out loud. "Good afternoon, master Potter."
"Hi," Harry was floating on his broomstick trying to figure out what had happened. But before she could explain, Ginny heard a familiar scream. Looking at the bleachers, she saw that another wyvern was trying to take Hermione away, but Ron was desperately trying to dissuade it from doing so.
Without another word, Harry flew to help his friends. Ginny started to run for Hermione but the wyvern already took her into the air. Phoenix flew after Harry, with her mighty wings she had already caught up with Harry and was flying faster.
She collided with the wyvern making it drop Hermione. Ginny couldn't help but look in terror as her friend plunged from the sky.
*** *** ***
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron shouted the spell as he saw Hermione fall. But he cursed as he forgot that he didn't bring his wand so the spell had no effect. He suddenly dived for her, milking the broomstick for all the speed it could give him. But it was still not fast enough. He jumped from his broomstick, hoping that he could reach her.
He touched her hand and grasped it. He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her holding her head close to him. He protected her from the anticipated fall but it never came. He suddenly felt like he was in a bed of feathers, warm and soft. And... flying? Looking around he saw that he was on Phoenix's back as the great bird floated back to the ground.
"Ron?" Hermione softly called. He sighed as he heard her frail voice.
"I'm here," he said, his voice as frail as hers. He was afraid to lose her. He held her close as they descended the heavens. "I'll be always here."
"Stupid git," she said as she buried her head in his chest. He could feel her crying, her tears were hot and burned his heart.
"I know," he smiled.
*** *** ***
"Ron!" Harry flew down as he saw Phoenix save his friends. He jumped from his broomstick and ran for them. But he remembered that there was one more wyvern. He turned his back but it was too late.
The wyvern was about to strike when suddenly, it was covered in a sheet of ice. Sighing in relief, Harry followed where the ice blast came from. Smiling his savior, he then proceeded to check on his friends.
*** *** ***
"Wicked," Ginny said in awe as she saw Shiva turn the wyvern into ice. For a short moment, Shiva's skin turned blue but after the spell, it was back to normal.
"I used too much," Shiva said but Ginny smiled at her.
"Cool," Ginny smiled and laughed.
"Oh," Shiva laughed as well as they walked towards their friends. But a screech of a different nature stopped them in their tracks. Looking up, both of them cringed as they saw a huge flying salamander hovering over them. The creature of fire glared at them, its yellow eyes seeing them as prey.
"Can't you freeze it?" Ginny asked Shiva who shook her head.
"Not powerful enough yet," she said, backing away, holding her friend's hand.
"Guy?" Ginny called to the trio.
"Any spell 'Mione?" Ron asked but Hermione shook her head.
"I would only annoy it," she said.
"What now?" Harry asked.
"Believe that a miracle will happen," Shiva said in full confidence. Ginny was skeptic but what else she could do? The salamander breathed in, readying itself to blast them with flame.
Suddenly, a large blast of intense flame struck the salamander. It didn't have time to scream for it was burned into ashes within seconds.
Ginny sighed and turned her head. She saw Shiva looking at the school. Did the blast came from the school?
"What is that?" Hermione asked. Above the school a large silhouette of a magnificent dragon hovered over it. Its wings were massive and the outlines of its limbs were muscular. Seeing it from afar, Ginny noticed that it had two large horns on its head. It was simply... majestic.
"Ron? What type of dragon is that?" Harry asked.
"I' don't know," he said in awe. "Not in any of Charlie's books."
"He's one of a kind," Shiva said as she admired it. Ginny looked at the blue-haired maiden, thinking that she was not telling them all there is.
The dragon roared, the sound stretching throughout the land. It was powerful and frightening. Light sparkles surrounded it and with a final roar it disappeared.
"What was that?" Hermione asked.
None of them knew.
All of them, stood there in awe.
*** *** ***
Stumbling down the staircase, the Guardian landed hard to the floor. He was coughing a lot of blood from his task. He was weak from it. He never knew that HE had gained power in the previous centuries. But he had to do it. He had no other choice.
Standing up on weak legs, he composed himself despite the pain.
Pain had been his companion.
Pain was no stranger to him.
Despite that, he walked towards his quarters, satisfied that he had protected the chosen one. Protected her and her friends.
Walking through the halls, she had a smile on his face, despite the blood on his lips.
"I hate summoning," he said. "I hate being summoned."
But his satisfied smile was clear.
"I need a holiday."
End of 15