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"Thank you Hermoine," Professor Leon Hart sighed as he gave a steaming cup of coffee to the witch. Hermione accepted the cup and inhaled its aroma.
"Thanks, Professor," she said. Surprisingly their work only took them until midnight. She smiled as she looked at her teacher. In a few words, he looked terrible. Quite understandable considering what he went trough.
His hair had strands that escaped the braid. His eyes had bags from worry and wake. His demeanor changed from his usual formal posture to a tired man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"Will it work?" Hermione asked as she looked at Leon with tired eyes.
"It will," he said and smiled. "You've better get some rest." He told her with a smile. Suddenly it turned mischievous as he winked. "Maybe you can use Ron for a pillow." Hermione blushed but smiled. It was nice having him out of his funk. She merely nodded and left his office.
Leon looked at the table where they worked. On it were three glass bullets, the result of their work. Each had a different color; Dark green, white and light blue. He smiled and went to rest.
*** ***
/Don't cry,/ Phoenix tried to comfort Ginny as she lay in a fetal position on her bed. She went to bed in the insistence of Harry. She knew she couldn't sleep but with him, she felt comfort.
Suddenly she felt a gentle hand caress her hair. It was soft and relaxing. She felt all the sorrow fade when she heard a song. A gentle song that lifted spirits and gave hope to those who lost it.
Slowly she opened an eye and saw a yellow angel sitting by her side. She had a sad smile but her eyes were filled with concern for her.
Concern that she felt was not necessary.
But her gentle caresses and her melodic voice made her feel sleepy.
Before slept overtook her, Ginny uttered words that meant everything to her angel.
"Thank you, Siren."
*** *** ***
Lord Voldemort could feel the power surging through his body as he approached his destination. The magic was welcoming even if he stole it from the essence of the forest.
In a few hours he would reach his destination.
The taste of vengeance will be sweet.
** ** **
Professor Dumbledore looked out into the forest, feeling the dark nearing his school. His eyes narrowed as if seeing the intruders through the thicket.
With a mutter of the ancient language a large magical barrier was erected around the school.
War was near.
But death, was nearer.
He looked at the top of his school and smirked.
Death was standing on one of the towers, looking at the forest. His eyes seemed to glow when the light of the moon touched it.
He stood there in vigil. Vowing vengeance to those who had tried to hurt his loved ones. Vengeance toward the dark one. And to hell with anyone who gets in his way.
*** ***
In the great hall, Harry sensed the gloom as he entered. Everyone was afraid, that he knew. Hell, HE was afraid but he must face his destiny. And he was thankful he was not alone.
Ginny had looked better than he saw her last. She had a smile on her face that he loved and wished that will never fade. With her were Siren and Odin chatting along with her. This was a strange sight to the rest of the school. No doubt they were guarding her from more attacks.
What caught his attention was Professor Hart. He was sitting by the Slytherin table, with the only Slytherins left in the school. Harry counted ten.
Surprisingly, they were chatting happily with each other. Seeing him, Leon stood and excused himself, to the dismay of the Slytherin troupe.
"Who are you?" Harry asked lightly. He attempted humor since he knew he was hurt the most since the last incident. He didn't know the state of his mental health. But Leon smiled sadly and looked at the remaining Slytherins.
"I have to open my eyes more," he said as he smiled at Harry. "I had been blinded by hate for a long time, Harry. A long time."
"What happened?" he asked. Leon sighed and sat.
"They decided to stay," Leon said as he looked sullen. "They didn't want to hide behind their parents, who, I am told, were with Voldemort this very moment. They were disowned by their parents, Harry." Harry looked at the Slytherins in surprise.
"Disowned?" Harry couldn't believe it. What kind of parents would leave their children in the hands of wolves?
"They're children, Harry. They can still change. All they needed is the right person to guide them," Leon said and looked at Harry. Harry finally looked at the remaining Slytherins. They were indeed children. The oldest of them was probably in the third year.
"And you're guiding them," Harry said in understanding. While Leon still had his distaste of the Slytherins, he cannot turn his back on those who truly needed his help.
Harry was surprised that Leon was shaking his head.
"No, Harry Potter. I am just starting them in their new path. A path where we can live together in peace. Maybe they can make a new Slytherin, or at least change that blasted name." Harry couldn't help but smile. Leon still had hate but he had more compassion. And that made him a great man, to Harry at least.
"When this is over, maybe I can convince them to the side of good," Harry said, not believing that he was about to do. Taking care of lost sheep.
"I know you can do it, Harry Potter," Leon said and smiled at the Slytherin table. "But better get to them before Snape does. Or all hope is lost." Leon squeezed Harry's shoulder and was off.
Sighing, Harry started towards the Slytherin table, ignoring the looks on the other students face when he sat beside them.
Inwardly, Harry sighed. He had his work cut out for him.
*** *** ***
The time is almost upon them. Leon stood in his office, preparing for battle. Over his favorite uniform he wore a blood red trench coat. A large silver sword was sheathed on his back, which reflected the soul of its bearer.
Finally, he opened a wooden box and smiled at its contents. It was a golden gauntlet what shimmered with power. He wore it on his right arm and flexed it to see if it fitted. Smirking, he took two revolvers from his trunk and placed them on his thigh holsters. He took a shotgun out and holstered it on the back of his waist.
With a final sigh, he was ready. He carefully took the three glass bullets and placed them in bullet holders on his belt. With a smile of peace, he was ready to go to war.
He went out of his office door, leaving the name of Leon Hart behind. Now he was the angel of death that stalked the night.
** ** **
"Wicked," Ron said in awe as he saw Leon walk by. Stopping in front of the great hall, he looked at Ron and smiled.
"If I'm going to die, Ron. I'm going to die well dressed," he opened the doors and entered. Looking at his teacher he knew that they stood a chance. Ron shook his head and smiled. He followed his teacher to whatever path destiny had laid for them.
*** ***
"Oh my," Professor McGonagall said as she saw a man in crimson walk in the Great hall. Ginny was near the Professor when she turned her head and dropped her jaw. Looking mean and handsome, nearly all of the female population of the school were speechless. This was the man who was about to go into battle? Ginny couldn't believe it.
Odin and Siren were looking at Leon with respect and approval. Harry got up from the Slytherin table and looked at him in awe.
"Nice clothes," he merely said. Leon smiled at whispered in Harry's ear. Harry looked shocked and gave him a look of confused amusement.
"What for?" he asked.
"Just do it," Leon said. With a sigh, Harry started for the door when Leon stopped him. "Take Ron with you," he said. Ron gave him a look of bewilderment and followed Harry. Turning towards the professor, Leon smiled.
"Lady Minerva, could you please evacuate to the lower part of the school?" he asked. Professor McGonagall blushed when he called her Lady. Looking behind him, McGonagall raised her brows in question, asking the headmaster for confirmation.
"Everyone, please vacate to the lower grounds of the school," Albus Dumbledore said from the door. "Prefects, guide them and have a head count. Teachers, follow your houses and protect them in everyway possible. Stay there until I give word." Slowly the teachers and students went out of the Great hall and soon only Professor Dumbledore, Ginny, Leon and the two sacreds are left.
"Cerberus has the north," Leon said and smiled at Ginny. "Fenrir will have the east," Suddenly they were enveloped in a bright flash and the large wolf appeared and bounded to his position. "Odin will have the south. Watch for anything and be careful."
"Aye, my liege," Odin said and with a salute, exited the hall. But he pause and turned. "Who has the west?"
"A friend is coming to help," Leon said. "HE will be here in time." Odin nodded and left for his post. Smiling at Professor Dumbledore, Leon knelt before him. "Thank you, great one."
Dumbledore touched his shoulder and motioned him to rise. "It is I who is to thank you, now go." With a smile, Leon walked for the highest tower. Shiva followed him and Ginny was left alone with the wise wizard.
"Can we really do this?" she asked.
"Believe, my child," he said and was off to fulfill his duties.
Ginny stood there, gathering courage as she did.
/I will be with you/ Phoenix said in her mind. Ginny smiled as left the great hall.
"Wait for us!" Hermione called as she ran towards her friend. In her arms was an excited Carbuncle.
"Ginny fine!" she said. Ginny laughed as she took Hermoine's hand.
"Let's go," she said and went to meet their destiny.
*** ***
"Is he mental?" Harry said as he saw what Leon had intended for him. Ron was behind him and was grinning from ear to ear.
"Wicked," was all he had to say.
End of 22
A/n: For coolone007; when Carbuncle said /"Ginny Harry!"/ she meant that he was Ginny's Harry. Made any sense? Anyway, I hope this clears any confusions. Sorry about that.
"Thank you Hermoine," Professor Leon Hart sighed as he gave a steaming cup of coffee to the witch. Hermione accepted the cup and inhaled its aroma.
"Thanks, Professor," she said. Surprisingly their work only took them until midnight. She smiled as she looked at her teacher. In a few words, he looked terrible. Quite understandable considering what he went trough.
His hair had strands that escaped the braid. His eyes had bags from worry and wake. His demeanor changed from his usual formal posture to a tired man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"Will it work?" Hermione asked as she looked at Leon with tired eyes.
"It will," he said and smiled. "You've better get some rest." He told her with a smile. Suddenly it turned mischievous as he winked. "Maybe you can use Ron for a pillow." Hermione blushed but smiled. It was nice having him out of his funk. She merely nodded and left his office.
Leon looked at the table where they worked. On it were three glass bullets, the result of their work. Each had a different color; Dark green, white and light blue. He smiled and went to rest.
*** ***
/Don't cry,/ Phoenix tried to comfort Ginny as she lay in a fetal position on her bed. She went to bed in the insistence of Harry. She knew she couldn't sleep but with him, she felt comfort.
Suddenly she felt a gentle hand caress her hair. It was soft and relaxing. She felt all the sorrow fade when she heard a song. A gentle song that lifted spirits and gave hope to those who lost it.
Slowly she opened an eye and saw a yellow angel sitting by her side. She had a sad smile but her eyes were filled with concern for her.
Concern that she felt was not necessary.
But her gentle caresses and her melodic voice made her feel sleepy.
Before slept overtook her, Ginny uttered words that meant everything to her angel.
"Thank you, Siren."
*** *** ***
Lord Voldemort could feel the power surging through his body as he approached his destination. The magic was welcoming even if he stole it from the essence of the forest.
In a few hours he would reach his destination.
The taste of vengeance will be sweet.
** ** **
Professor Dumbledore looked out into the forest, feeling the dark nearing his school. His eyes narrowed as if seeing the intruders through the thicket.
With a mutter of the ancient language a large magical barrier was erected around the school.
War was near.
But death, was nearer.
He looked at the top of his school and smirked.
Death was standing on one of the towers, looking at the forest. His eyes seemed to glow when the light of the moon touched it.
He stood there in vigil. Vowing vengeance to those who had tried to hurt his loved ones. Vengeance toward the dark one. And to hell with anyone who gets in his way.
*** ***
In the great hall, Harry sensed the gloom as he entered. Everyone was afraid, that he knew. Hell, HE was afraid but he must face his destiny. And he was thankful he was not alone.
Ginny had looked better than he saw her last. She had a smile on her face that he loved and wished that will never fade. With her were Siren and Odin chatting along with her. This was a strange sight to the rest of the school. No doubt they were guarding her from more attacks.
What caught his attention was Professor Hart. He was sitting by the Slytherin table, with the only Slytherins left in the school. Harry counted ten.
Surprisingly, they were chatting happily with each other. Seeing him, Leon stood and excused himself, to the dismay of the Slytherin troupe.
"Who are you?" Harry asked lightly. He attempted humor since he knew he was hurt the most since the last incident. He didn't know the state of his mental health. But Leon smiled sadly and looked at the remaining Slytherins.
"I have to open my eyes more," he said as he smiled at Harry. "I had been blinded by hate for a long time, Harry. A long time."
"What happened?" he asked. Leon sighed and sat.
"They decided to stay," Leon said as he looked sullen. "They didn't want to hide behind their parents, who, I am told, were with Voldemort this very moment. They were disowned by their parents, Harry." Harry looked at the Slytherins in surprise.
"Disowned?" Harry couldn't believe it. What kind of parents would leave their children in the hands of wolves?
"They're children, Harry. They can still change. All they needed is the right person to guide them," Leon said and looked at Harry. Harry finally looked at the remaining Slytherins. They were indeed children. The oldest of them was probably in the third year.
"And you're guiding them," Harry said in understanding. While Leon still had his distaste of the Slytherins, he cannot turn his back on those who truly needed his help.
Harry was surprised that Leon was shaking his head.
"No, Harry Potter. I am just starting them in their new path. A path where we can live together in peace. Maybe they can make a new Slytherin, or at least change that blasted name." Harry couldn't help but smile. Leon still had hate but he had more compassion. And that made him a great man, to Harry at least.
"When this is over, maybe I can convince them to the side of good," Harry said, not believing that he was about to do. Taking care of lost sheep.
"I know you can do it, Harry Potter," Leon said and smiled at the Slytherin table. "But better get to them before Snape does. Or all hope is lost." Leon squeezed Harry's shoulder and was off.
Sighing, Harry started towards the Slytherin table, ignoring the looks on the other students face when he sat beside them.
Inwardly, Harry sighed. He had his work cut out for him.
*** *** ***
The time is almost upon them. Leon stood in his office, preparing for battle. Over his favorite uniform he wore a blood red trench coat. A large silver sword was sheathed on his back, which reflected the soul of its bearer.
Finally, he opened a wooden box and smiled at its contents. It was a golden gauntlet what shimmered with power. He wore it on his right arm and flexed it to see if it fitted. Smirking, he took two revolvers from his trunk and placed them on his thigh holsters. He took a shotgun out and holstered it on the back of his waist.
With a final sigh, he was ready. He carefully took the three glass bullets and placed them in bullet holders on his belt. With a smile of peace, he was ready to go to war.
He went out of his office door, leaving the name of Leon Hart behind. Now he was the angel of death that stalked the night.
** ** **
"Wicked," Ron said in awe as he saw Leon walk by. Stopping in front of the great hall, he looked at Ron and smiled.
"If I'm going to die, Ron. I'm going to die well dressed," he opened the doors and entered. Looking at his teacher he knew that they stood a chance. Ron shook his head and smiled. He followed his teacher to whatever path destiny had laid for them.
*** ***
"Oh my," Professor McGonagall said as she saw a man in crimson walk in the Great hall. Ginny was near the Professor when she turned her head and dropped her jaw. Looking mean and handsome, nearly all of the female population of the school were speechless. This was the man who was about to go into battle? Ginny couldn't believe it.
Odin and Siren were looking at Leon with respect and approval. Harry got up from the Slytherin table and looked at him in awe.
"Nice clothes," he merely said. Leon smiled at whispered in Harry's ear. Harry looked shocked and gave him a look of confused amusement.
"What for?" he asked.
"Just do it," Leon said. With a sigh, Harry started for the door when Leon stopped him. "Take Ron with you," he said. Ron gave him a look of bewilderment and followed Harry. Turning towards the professor, Leon smiled.
"Lady Minerva, could you please evacuate to the lower part of the school?" he asked. Professor McGonagall blushed when he called her Lady. Looking behind him, McGonagall raised her brows in question, asking the headmaster for confirmation.
"Everyone, please vacate to the lower grounds of the school," Albus Dumbledore said from the door. "Prefects, guide them and have a head count. Teachers, follow your houses and protect them in everyway possible. Stay there until I give word." Slowly the teachers and students went out of the Great hall and soon only Professor Dumbledore, Ginny, Leon and the two sacreds are left.
"Cerberus has the north," Leon said and smiled at Ginny. "Fenrir will have the east," Suddenly they were enveloped in a bright flash and the large wolf appeared and bounded to his position. "Odin will have the south. Watch for anything and be careful."
"Aye, my liege," Odin said and with a salute, exited the hall. But he pause and turned. "Who has the west?"
"A friend is coming to help," Leon said. "HE will be here in time." Odin nodded and left for his post. Smiling at Professor Dumbledore, Leon knelt before him. "Thank you, great one."
Dumbledore touched his shoulder and motioned him to rise. "It is I who is to thank you, now go." With a smile, Leon walked for the highest tower. Shiva followed him and Ginny was left alone with the wise wizard.
"Can we really do this?" she asked.
"Believe, my child," he said and was off to fulfill his duties.
Ginny stood there, gathering courage as she did.
/I will be with you/ Phoenix said in her mind. Ginny smiled as left the great hall.
"Wait for us!" Hermione called as she ran towards her friend. In her arms was an excited Carbuncle.
"Ginny fine!" she said. Ginny laughed as she took Hermoine's hand.
"Let's go," she said and went to meet their destiny.
*** ***
"Is he mental?" Harry said as he saw what Leon had intended for him. Ron was behind him and was grinning from ear to ear.
"Wicked," was all he had to say.
End of 22
A/n: For coolone007; when Carbuncle said /"Ginny Harry!"/ she meant that he was Ginny's Harry. Made any sense? Anyway, I hope this clears any confusions. Sorry about that.