A/N: The story's almost finished... and remember, the Is are
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Disclaimer: 2nd chapter, hun
Chapter 12: Nothing Better Than This
As the Death Eaters left, Hermione opened her eyes.
She had no idea where she was at the moment. It looked like a very old building, and it had statues of serpents everywhere. Hermione didn't really WANT to know where she was.
Suddenly, she heard a cold voice behind her.
"Ahh...you are awake, mudblood. Now, are you sure your little boyfriend will be able to find you soon enough? Or will you die before he even does?"
Hermione snapped her eyes shut. She gulped very loudly. Oh, she wished Harry would come and save her soon enough. I mean, he was smart enough, wasn't he?
"Open your eyes, little girl," said the cold voice to her. Very reluctantly, Hermione opened her eyes, making sure she was not going too fast.
What she saw made her scream so loudly she saw a flutter of bats fly out of the building, screeching.
In front of her stood a materialized Lord Voldemort. His face looked like it was peeling, his eyes were red and in slits, and it looked like he had a snake's shape of a tongue.
Voldemort sniggered evilly, making Hermione shutter.
"Yes, you are aloud to scream at me, but not for long. Once Potter comes along you will not be able to speak because you will be paralyzed. I don't want to make it too easy for your love to get away THAT easily," he told her, and Hermione's hairs on the back of her neck stood up whenever he spoke.
"Now, what do you have to say to me?" he said. Hermione was speechless. What WOULD she say? Voldemort grinned.
"I see," he said, and he walked out of the building, not looking back.
**********
Harry was running to the Great Hall, hoping that the sorceress was there. Suddenly, while running in a corridor, he ran into something that fell to the ground with a loud "THUD".
"Lavonia?" he said wearily, taking her hand. She stood up and stared at Harry.
"Yes?" she said.
"Er---Hermione was kidnapped," he told her. The sorceress clutched her chest.
"By who?" she asked.
"Voldemort," Harry said very quietly. The sorceress gasped.
"Well you must get to him and save her!" she cried. Harry shook his head.
"We won't be able to---unless you help," he told her.
"Of course, darling!" she said breathlessly. "Lead the way!"
Harry went back to Gryffindor Tower, the sorceress following him every step. When he got to it, the Fat Lady was gone.
"No!" Harry said, fuming. The sorceress put her hand on his arm.
"Darling, would you like to go to her with my magic?" she said, and Harry looked up at her.
"I thought you said you couldn't help at all," he said, scrunching his eyebrows together.
"This is your love, sweetheart!" she said, and her eyes twinkled. Harry's eyebrows then went up all the way to his hair.
"How do you know---"?
"Honey, you keep on forgetting that in the sorcery world, we know IeverythingI," she said slyly.
"Now come, dear, we must save her!" she exclaimed, and she took his hand.
"No, wait! I---"
But before Harry could say anything more, the sorceress snapped her remaining finger.
**********
It was a swirl of black and white; Harry was going so fast that he thought he was about to throw up.
All the sudden, he felt a thud as he landed on something hard. He rubbed his stomach painfully and wondered how the sorceress ever managed to do this everyday.
As he got up, he looked ahead of him and saw what he couldn't believe.
It was Hermione.
He saw that she was tied firmly to thick ropes. She was bruised on her arms and she had a nasty cut on her lip. Harry felt of surge of anger in his body for the person that did this to her.
Hermione was not moving at all, and when her eyes fell on Harry, she did not move her mouth or wriggle at all.
Voldemort had paralyzed her. Harry stared at her, too shocked to speak.
He turned to the sorceress. She looked at him in sorrow.
"I am sorry, darling, but I must leave you now," she told him, and she snapped her finger.
"NO!" Harry yelled in a whisper---but it was too late. Before the sorceress could even stop herself, she had already evaporated into thin air.
Harry swore under his breath. He was going to have to face Voldemort on his own, without Ron, and without Hermione's help.
He walked forward nervously, hoping that Voldemort didn't jump out at him and start putting all sorts of spells on him.
As he came nearer to Hermione, the building temperature seemed to drop, and he found himself shuttering uncontrollably.
He went up to Hermione and started to untie her, his teeth chattering. He wanted to kiss her and tell her everything it would be all right, but it wasn't an option.
Before Harry could even untie one rope, someone was coming out of the shadows.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Harry," said a very cold voice. Harry jumped up. He saw that the voice was coming nearer, and the building now felt like a freezer.
As the person came out of the shadows, Harry saw whom it was. Voldemort was standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
"Why have you done this to her? Why didn't you take me instead?" Harry said furiously, standing in front of Hermione. He wouldn't let Voldemort hurt her anymore.
"Voldemort knows that when you see your love weak, then you become weak," he said maliciously. Harry dug his fingers in his palm.
"We'll see about that when you're down on the ground," said Harry fiercely. Voldemort's eyes squinted.
"Down on the ground? You expect me to be down on the ground?" he said, and he took out his wand. But Harry was quicker.
"IPatrificus TotalusI!" he yelled, but Voldemort jumped out of the way. He looked at Harry and grinned evilly.
"Harry, you're going to have to do better than that," he said, and he pointed his wand at Harry's chest.
"IAvada KedavraI!" he screamed, but Harry leapt out of the way just in time. Instead, the curse hit Hermione's ropes, and they crumpled to the ground.
Hermione fell down to the ground, incapable of moving. Harry looked up at Voldemort. The anger he was feeling was unexplainable.
He got up furiously, glaring at Voldemort with the utmost revulsion. He raised his wand.
"I want you on the ground," Harry muttered to him. Voldemort grinned.
"I think not, Harry...ICrucioI!"
Harry screamed. The spell had hit him right in the stomach. He thought that he was going to double up, gagging; the pain was so intense that it felt like his stomach acid was burning his insides.
Suddenly, the pain stopped. Harry fell to the dusty floor, panting heavily.
"See, Harry," said Voldemort quietly. "Now YOU'RE on the ground."
Harry felt himself shake with anger and hatred. Voldemort would kill him right there on the spot. He was going to kill Hermione right after him, just like he did to Harry's parents.
What should he do?
And then it hit him. It seemed that he was meant to do this all along, that it was obvious.
'IOn the count of threeI,' said a voice in Harry's head, 'Iyou're going to jump up, take Hermione, and run out of the building. Before Voldemort can reach you, your going to turn something into a Portkey and go back to Hogwarts.I'
Harry nodded, and he started to count to himself.
One...two...THREE!
Harry jumped up catlike, grabbed Hermione, and ran out of the door as fast as his legs could take him.
His eyes darted to the ground and he saw a paper bag. He quickly turned it into a Portkey and held it in his hand for a minute before he felt a jerk behind his navel.
The last glimpse he saw was Voldemort running out of the building, shouting.
"NOOO!" Voldemort yelled as Harry vanished from sight.
They were finally on their way home.
**********
Harry and Hermione landed uncomfortably on the hard, green grass. Hermione looked up at Harry, and she seemed to be back to normal.
"Harry," she choked, and she hugged him tightly.
"It's okay, Hermione, it's okay," Harry told her, and he kissed her forehead. He saw a tear run down Hermione's cheek.
"I was s-so afraid," said Hermione, looking up at Harry. "Y-you saved me, H-Harry."
Harry looked back at her. He kissed her tenderly, both of them still sitting on the ground.
As their lips disconnected, Hermione stared into Harry's piercing green eyes.
"I love you, Harry," she said, smiling weakly.
"I love you, too," Harry responded, and he got up.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand and helping her getting off the ground. "We should get back to the castle."
And as they were walking back to Hogwarts, Harry thought nothing could get any better than this.
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Yes, that's the end. I could've done more, but I think I'm finally through with this story. Thanks if you review!
IAnd as I walk down the street, alone and shivering in the cold winds, I wonder why I never saw it before...I
::rachelbabycake::
Disclaimer: 2nd chapter, hun
Chapter 12: Nothing Better Than This
As the Death Eaters left, Hermione opened her eyes.
She had no idea where she was at the moment. It looked like a very old building, and it had statues of serpents everywhere. Hermione didn't really WANT to know where she was.
Suddenly, she heard a cold voice behind her.
"Ahh...you are awake, mudblood. Now, are you sure your little boyfriend will be able to find you soon enough? Or will you die before he even does?"
Hermione snapped her eyes shut. She gulped very loudly. Oh, she wished Harry would come and save her soon enough. I mean, he was smart enough, wasn't he?
"Open your eyes, little girl," said the cold voice to her. Very reluctantly, Hermione opened her eyes, making sure she was not going too fast.
What she saw made her scream so loudly she saw a flutter of bats fly out of the building, screeching.
In front of her stood a materialized Lord Voldemort. His face looked like it was peeling, his eyes were red and in slits, and it looked like he had a snake's shape of a tongue.
Voldemort sniggered evilly, making Hermione shutter.
"Yes, you are aloud to scream at me, but not for long. Once Potter comes along you will not be able to speak because you will be paralyzed. I don't want to make it too easy for your love to get away THAT easily," he told her, and Hermione's hairs on the back of her neck stood up whenever he spoke.
"Now, what do you have to say to me?" he said. Hermione was speechless. What WOULD she say? Voldemort grinned.
"I see," he said, and he walked out of the building, not looking back.
**********
Harry was running to the Great Hall, hoping that the sorceress was there. Suddenly, while running in a corridor, he ran into something that fell to the ground with a loud "THUD".
"Lavonia?" he said wearily, taking her hand. She stood up and stared at Harry.
"Yes?" she said.
"Er---Hermione was kidnapped," he told her. The sorceress clutched her chest.
"By who?" she asked.
"Voldemort," Harry said very quietly. The sorceress gasped.
"Well you must get to him and save her!" she cried. Harry shook his head.
"We won't be able to---unless you help," he told her.
"Of course, darling!" she said breathlessly. "Lead the way!"
Harry went back to Gryffindor Tower, the sorceress following him every step. When he got to it, the Fat Lady was gone.
"No!" Harry said, fuming. The sorceress put her hand on his arm.
"Darling, would you like to go to her with my magic?" she said, and Harry looked up at her.
"I thought you said you couldn't help at all," he said, scrunching his eyebrows together.
"This is your love, sweetheart!" she said, and her eyes twinkled. Harry's eyebrows then went up all the way to his hair.
"How do you know---"?
"Honey, you keep on forgetting that in the sorcery world, we know IeverythingI," she said slyly.
"Now come, dear, we must save her!" she exclaimed, and she took his hand.
"No, wait! I---"
But before Harry could say anything more, the sorceress snapped her remaining finger.
**********
It was a swirl of black and white; Harry was going so fast that he thought he was about to throw up.
All the sudden, he felt a thud as he landed on something hard. He rubbed his stomach painfully and wondered how the sorceress ever managed to do this everyday.
As he got up, he looked ahead of him and saw what he couldn't believe.
It was Hermione.
He saw that she was tied firmly to thick ropes. She was bruised on her arms and she had a nasty cut on her lip. Harry felt of surge of anger in his body for the person that did this to her.
Hermione was not moving at all, and when her eyes fell on Harry, she did not move her mouth or wriggle at all.
Voldemort had paralyzed her. Harry stared at her, too shocked to speak.
He turned to the sorceress. She looked at him in sorrow.
"I am sorry, darling, but I must leave you now," she told him, and she snapped her finger.
"NO!" Harry yelled in a whisper---but it was too late. Before the sorceress could even stop herself, she had already evaporated into thin air.
Harry swore under his breath. He was going to have to face Voldemort on his own, without Ron, and without Hermione's help.
He walked forward nervously, hoping that Voldemort didn't jump out at him and start putting all sorts of spells on him.
As he came nearer to Hermione, the building temperature seemed to drop, and he found himself shuttering uncontrollably.
He went up to Hermione and started to untie her, his teeth chattering. He wanted to kiss her and tell her everything it would be all right, but it wasn't an option.
Before Harry could even untie one rope, someone was coming out of the shadows.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Harry," said a very cold voice. Harry jumped up. He saw that the voice was coming nearer, and the building now felt like a freezer.
As the person came out of the shadows, Harry saw whom it was. Voldemort was standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
"Why have you done this to her? Why didn't you take me instead?" Harry said furiously, standing in front of Hermione. He wouldn't let Voldemort hurt her anymore.
"Voldemort knows that when you see your love weak, then you become weak," he said maliciously. Harry dug his fingers in his palm.
"We'll see about that when you're down on the ground," said Harry fiercely. Voldemort's eyes squinted.
"Down on the ground? You expect me to be down on the ground?" he said, and he took out his wand. But Harry was quicker.
"IPatrificus TotalusI!" he yelled, but Voldemort jumped out of the way. He looked at Harry and grinned evilly.
"Harry, you're going to have to do better than that," he said, and he pointed his wand at Harry's chest.
"IAvada KedavraI!" he screamed, but Harry leapt out of the way just in time. Instead, the curse hit Hermione's ropes, and they crumpled to the ground.
Hermione fell down to the ground, incapable of moving. Harry looked up at Voldemort. The anger he was feeling was unexplainable.
He got up furiously, glaring at Voldemort with the utmost revulsion. He raised his wand.
"I want you on the ground," Harry muttered to him. Voldemort grinned.
"I think not, Harry...ICrucioI!"
Harry screamed. The spell had hit him right in the stomach. He thought that he was going to double up, gagging; the pain was so intense that it felt like his stomach acid was burning his insides.
Suddenly, the pain stopped. Harry fell to the dusty floor, panting heavily.
"See, Harry," said Voldemort quietly. "Now YOU'RE on the ground."
Harry felt himself shake with anger and hatred. Voldemort would kill him right there on the spot. He was going to kill Hermione right after him, just like he did to Harry's parents.
What should he do?
And then it hit him. It seemed that he was meant to do this all along, that it was obvious.
'IOn the count of threeI,' said a voice in Harry's head, 'Iyou're going to jump up, take Hermione, and run out of the building. Before Voldemort can reach you, your going to turn something into a Portkey and go back to Hogwarts.I'
Harry nodded, and he started to count to himself.
One...two...THREE!
Harry jumped up catlike, grabbed Hermione, and ran out of the door as fast as his legs could take him.
His eyes darted to the ground and he saw a paper bag. He quickly turned it into a Portkey and held it in his hand for a minute before he felt a jerk behind his navel.
The last glimpse he saw was Voldemort running out of the building, shouting.
"NOOO!" Voldemort yelled as Harry vanished from sight.
They were finally on their way home.
**********
Harry and Hermione landed uncomfortably on the hard, green grass. Hermione looked up at Harry, and she seemed to be back to normal.
"Harry," she choked, and she hugged him tightly.
"It's okay, Hermione, it's okay," Harry told her, and he kissed her forehead. He saw a tear run down Hermione's cheek.
"I was s-so afraid," said Hermione, looking up at Harry. "Y-you saved me, H-Harry."
Harry looked back at her. He kissed her tenderly, both of them still sitting on the ground.
As their lips disconnected, Hermione stared into Harry's piercing green eyes.
"I love you, Harry," she said, smiling weakly.
"I love you, too," Harry responded, and he got up.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand and helping her getting off the ground. "We should get back to the castle."
And as they were walking back to Hogwarts, Harry thought nothing could get any better than this.
«´¨`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»
Yes, that's the end. I could've done more, but I think I'm finally through with this story. Thanks if you review!
IAnd as I walk down the street, alone and shivering in the cold winds, I wonder why I never saw it before...I
::rachelbabycake::