Chapter 17 * Face to Face *
Hermione sat up, gasping. Sweat dripped down her face mixing with salty tears. "Not again ... " she moaned, getting out of bed and silently stepping out of the common room, careful not to make any noise in case Harry2 was awake.
Hermione climbed up the staircase leading to the boy's dormitories and sneaked in. She went over to Ron's bed and shook him awake.
"S'matter?" he mumbled sleepily, opening one blue eye to see who was waking him up so late at night. "Herm? What happened?" Ron asked, sitting up in bed, fully awake. He eyed her for a minute then pulled her onto his bed, pulling her into his embrace.
"Another nightmare," Hermione mumbled against his chest, glad that Ron was there since Harry was, well, she didn't want to think about where Harry could be.
"Did he try anything?" Ron asked.
"No, but he didn't have to. Stupid git brought back my nightmares!" Hermione answered, angrily.
Ron's chuckle turned into a yawn as he settled himself and Hermione back down, making sure she was comfortable before letting his eyes fall shut.
After a few moments of silence he heard a stifled sob coming from next to him. "Herm, what's wrong?"
"I miss him!" Hermione whispered softly, stuffing a fist into her mouth to stop from crying.
"I miss him too, hon. But he's all right and we'll get him back. Don't worry," Ron answered, hugging her close and rubbing her back to comfort her.
"But what if he's all alone, scared, cold, and hungry?" Hermione asked, beginning to feel sleepy.
Ron remained quiet, not being able to answer the question that had been playing in his head for hours.
"We'll save him," Hermione said, snuggling closer to Ron, and falling asleep.
"Yeah, we'll save him, Herm," Ron whispered, falling asleep himself.
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"What is taking so long!" a cold cry could be heard through out the Forbidden Forest.
"Just a few more minutes, Master," Anthony answered, coolly. "I sent them the letter and they should be receiving it any moment now and they'll run out here thinking Harry needs them. They're so stupid that they don't even realize it was me and not Harry. Idiots."
Voldemort rolled his eyes at the arrogant young wizard but chose not to comment. His patience gone he floated over to where Harry was tied, his head leaning against his shoulders, asleep.
Harry's head snapped up, his bright green eyes looked up to glare at the Dark Lord, hatred evident on every feature on his young face. "Of course. Little old Voldie would be a part of the supidest plan ever developed," Harry growled, using the nickname him and his friends had deemed worthy enough for the evil wizard. "You actually believed Parzatti's plan would work? Like Hermione and Ron wouldn't be able to tell it wasn't me."
"For your information, Potter," Anthony cut in, spitting out Harry's last name as if it were something sour. "Granger and Weasley don't suspect a thing."
Harry let out a bitter laugh. "It's amazing how you dated Hermione for a year and you don't even know her, never even tried to get to know her," Harry's features became hard. "Oh, wait, that's right. You only used her for something that no girl would give you willingly."
Anthony 's face become red with anger and he lunged foward to attack, but Voldemort stopped him. As much as the Dark Lord was enjoying the tension between the two boys, it was time to get down to business.
"Parzatti! Get a hold of yourself! They will be here any minute and we must get ready," he grabbed Anthony by his robe and they disappeared behind the trees.
Harry bit his lip, the tough facade gone. If Hermione and Ron come (which he was sure they would) then they would be putting themselves in danger for him, something he never wanted them to do; but they were just as stubborn as Harry himself.
"Harry!"
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as a very familiar female voice called out his name. "Hermione!" as much as he didn't want her to get hurt, he was extremely glad to see her.
She ran up to him, tears welling up in her eyes. She hugged him tightly, trying to warm him up. "I've missed you," she whispered as Ron and Lavender appeared, arguing.
"They've been doing that the whole way here. Ron doesn't want Lavender to come with us and Lavender won't take no for an answer," Hermione explained as Harry watched the couple bicker back and forth.
Ron saw them watching him. "Hiya, Harry!" he called with a smile, before turning back to Lavender.
Harry shook his head, smiling, then turned back to Hermione. As she was talking to him, she had managed to untie the rope that was holding him against the tree. "Thanks, beautiful," Harry said, rubbing his sore wrists. "I missed you, too," Harry whispered, pulling her into a tight hug. He didn't want her to think he hadn't heard her.
Hermione frowned at his wrists, red, raw, and caked with dry blood. "I'm going to kill him," Hermione said under her breath, waiting for Anthony to show himself.
Harry shook his head. "No, you have to go get Dumbledore. I don't want you to get hurt."
Hermione shook her head and was about to answer when a cold voice interrupted. "Well, well, well. You guys finally got here. How does it feel to know that Harry was here all along and I was pretending to be him and that you were fooled?" Anthony said, a stupid smile playing on his handsome face.
Ron and Hermione burst out into laughter, surprising Harry, Anthony, and Lavender. "What is so funny?" Anthony asked, clearly confused and beginning to get angry.
It took a minute for Ron and Hermione (who were holding on to each other for support) to stop laughing and regain their composure. "You know, I thought you were dense when I was dating you, or should I say, 'held as prisoner', but now your just full out stupid. And I mean, Crabbe and Goyle stupid!" Hermione answered, trying hard to control herself from bursting into laughter again.
Anthony growled and began to move closer to her when Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Lavender took out their wands and pointed it at him. "Go any closer to her, Parzatti, and we'll hex you to kingdom come, " Harry told him.
Anthony stopped in his tracks, looking lost, when a sudden laugh sent shivers down their spines and a smile on Anthony's face. "Master, I got them just where you want them," Anthony spoke first, giving them a smug look.
"Thank you, Parzatti. Now get the mudblood," Voldemort demanded, causing Harry and Ron to move in front of her and Hermione to move back.
"You're fight is with me, Voldemort," Harry said, ignoring the sudden pain that was spreading from his scar.
"Yes, I know, Potter. The mudblood is for Parzatti. He has a few things to settle with her," Voldemort said, lazily. "And don't bother trying to protect her, it won't work," as he was saying this, Anthony had been distracting Ron.
"Hey, Weasley! You have quite a girlfriend here!" Anthony cried, grabbing Lavender by the wrist when she wasn't paying attention and taking her wand from her.
Ron twirled around just in time to see Anthony give Lavender a kiss. His face became redder than his hair and he lunged foward, pulling himself and Anthony to the ground.
"I'm going to kill you, you bastard, son of a bitch, bloody arse whole!" Ron roared, sending punches left and right.
"Immobulius!" Voldemort cried, causing both boys to freeze in mid-punch. "You really should control yourself," He told Ron, who was breathing heavily but seemed pleased at the damage that he did to Anthony's face.
"I will give you a chance to escape, Weasley. You and your little girlfriend," Voldemort told Ron. After all, he didn't need the little Weasel or his girlfriend.
"No, I'm -" Ron was about to comment when Harry cut in with a hard shake of his head.
"No Ron. Go," he said firmly. "Go get Dumbledore," Harry mouthed to him.
"Fine, I'll go," Ron said reluctantly, taking Lavender's hand. "Be careful," he said, the words sounding pathetic to his ears.
As Ron and Lavender left them at a run, Anthony advanced on Hermione. "Accio wand!" Hermione cried pointing her wand at Anthony. His wand flew out of his hand and landed in Hermione's, causing a smirk to play on her lips. "You hurt me before Anthony, but not this time!" she told him, hitting him with another curse, sending him flying against a tree.
As Harry and Voldemort watched, the sweet Hermione that Harry knew changed. As a feirce wind began to blow and snow began to come down, she stood before Anthony, her hair blowing wildly around her, and her eyes glazed with anger. "This is for hurting me endlessly and shattering my self- confidence! Wingardium Leviosa!" with that Anthony was lifted from the ground and thrown against another tree, clearly dazed and hurting.
When Anthony finally managed to get up, he staggered towards Hermione, who had another spell on her lips. But before she could utter a word, Voldemort stepped in, annoyed at the time this little fight was taking. Why won't she kill him already?
"Avada Kedavra!" he cried, a green light shooting out from his wand and hitting Anthony in the chest. "I didn't need him anymore," he told the two shocked friends.
Harry was about to move closer to Hermione but Voldemort stopped him by wrapping a hand around Harry's neck. The pain seemed to tear through his body, but he resisted the urge to scream. Everything began to go black when he heard Hermione's voice. "Stop! Hurt me instead!"
Voldemort let go of Harry with a bemused laugh. "You? And what will I do with you?" he asked. "All you do for me, is annoy me," he said. Before anyone could react, he had his wand pointed at her and had shouted, "Crucio!"
Hermione fell to the ground, clutching herself around the middle. Unbearable pain engulfed every nerve in her body. She tried to scream but nothing came out of her mouth.
"No!" Harry cried, kneeling next her. He suddenly stood up, anger evident on every feature of his face.
Voldemort smiled evily at him. "Aw, did I hit a soft spot? You're lucky I didn't kill her, Potter!" he sneered, raising his wand once more.
"Avada Kedavra!" they both cried at the same time. A white light shot out of Harry's wand clashing with Voldemort's black one. The spell hit the other with such force, it sent them flying backward.
Harry stood up and saw with some satisfaction that the spell had hit Voldemort harder than it did him.
Voldemort struggled to get up, his face whiter than usual. "You will pay for that, Potter," he said weakly. "You will not win next time.," he sneered, disappearing in a cloud of dark robes and black smoke.
A.N. Hey everyone! Finally this chapter is finished! I know it was badly written, but I honestly could not think of any good ideas. And I was planning on killing Voldemort in this chapter but it didn't seem to fit, somehow. Anyway, I'm sorry this chapter isn't the best (writer's block and being sick are my excuses) but I'll try harder next time : )
Now to my reviewers, thank you! Wow, 201 reviews!! Thanks so much!
Girly: Hey! You asked me to put a part in here where Harry2 kisses Lavender and Ron kicks his butt. Well, I did, and I hope you enjoyed it! About having more Ginny and Draco, maybe in later chapters here and there. I'll try. Thanks for your review!
Ravenclawgirl: You asked me how I came up with this idea - though, I'm thinking it was a rhetorical question, I'll answer it anyway : ) I actually don't know how I came up with the idea for this story. It just sort of popped into my head. As do all the other ideas I get ~ Thanks for the review!
rainbow: Does this chapter answer your question? Yes, the horrible Anthony is finally dead. Yeah! I wanted to kill Voldemort too, but oh well ... I'll kill him in another chapter, because he is going to die! Thanks for your review!
Well, that's all for now! Until the next chapter,
Sweetie
Hermione sat up, gasping. Sweat dripped down her face mixing with salty tears. "Not again ... " she moaned, getting out of bed and silently stepping out of the common room, careful not to make any noise in case Harry2 was awake.
Hermione climbed up the staircase leading to the boy's dormitories and sneaked in. She went over to Ron's bed and shook him awake.
"S'matter?" he mumbled sleepily, opening one blue eye to see who was waking him up so late at night. "Herm? What happened?" Ron asked, sitting up in bed, fully awake. He eyed her for a minute then pulled her onto his bed, pulling her into his embrace.
"Another nightmare," Hermione mumbled against his chest, glad that Ron was there since Harry was, well, she didn't want to think about where Harry could be.
"Did he try anything?" Ron asked.
"No, but he didn't have to. Stupid git brought back my nightmares!" Hermione answered, angrily.
Ron's chuckle turned into a yawn as he settled himself and Hermione back down, making sure she was comfortable before letting his eyes fall shut.
After a few moments of silence he heard a stifled sob coming from next to him. "Herm, what's wrong?"
"I miss him!" Hermione whispered softly, stuffing a fist into her mouth to stop from crying.
"I miss him too, hon. But he's all right and we'll get him back. Don't worry," Ron answered, hugging her close and rubbing her back to comfort her.
"But what if he's all alone, scared, cold, and hungry?" Hermione asked, beginning to feel sleepy.
Ron remained quiet, not being able to answer the question that had been playing in his head for hours.
"We'll save him," Hermione said, snuggling closer to Ron, and falling asleep.
"Yeah, we'll save him, Herm," Ron whispered, falling asleep himself.
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"What is taking so long!" a cold cry could be heard through out the Forbidden Forest.
"Just a few more minutes, Master," Anthony answered, coolly. "I sent them the letter and they should be receiving it any moment now and they'll run out here thinking Harry needs them. They're so stupid that they don't even realize it was me and not Harry. Idiots."
Voldemort rolled his eyes at the arrogant young wizard but chose not to comment. His patience gone he floated over to where Harry was tied, his head leaning against his shoulders, asleep.
Harry's head snapped up, his bright green eyes looked up to glare at the Dark Lord, hatred evident on every feature on his young face. "Of course. Little old Voldie would be a part of the supidest plan ever developed," Harry growled, using the nickname him and his friends had deemed worthy enough for the evil wizard. "You actually believed Parzatti's plan would work? Like Hermione and Ron wouldn't be able to tell it wasn't me."
"For your information, Potter," Anthony cut in, spitting out Harry's last name as if it were something sour. "Granger and Weasley don't suspect a thing."
Harry let out a bitter laugh. "It's amazing how you dated Hermione for a year and you don't even know her, never even tried to get to know her," Harry's features became hard. "Oh, wait, that's right. You only used her for something that no girl would give you willingly."
Anthony 's face become red with anger and he lunged foward to attack, but Voldemort stopped him. As much as the Dark Lord was enjoying the tension between the two boys, it was time to get down to business.
"Parzatti! Get a hold of yourself! They will be here any minute and we must get ready," he grabbed Anthony by his robe and they disappeared behind the trees.
Harry bit his lip, the tough facade gone. If Hermione and Ron come (which he was sure they would) then they would be putting themselves in danger for him, something he never wanted them to do; but they were just as stubborn as Harry himself.
"Harry!"
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as a very familiar female voice called out his name. "Hermione!" as much as he didn't want her to get hurt, he was extremely glad to see her.
She ran up to him, tears welling up in her eyes. She hugged him tightly, trying to warm him up. "I've missed you," she whispered as Ron and Lavender appeared, arguing.
"They've been doing that the whole way here. Ron doesn't want Lavender to come with us and Lavender won't take no for an answer," Hermione explained as Harry watched the couple bicker back and forth.
Ron saw them watching him. "Hiya, Harry!" he called with a smile, before turning back to Lavender.
Harry shook his head, smiling, then turned back to Hermione. As she was talking to him, she had managed to untie the rope that was holding him against the tree. "Thanks, beautiful," Harry said, rubbing his sore wrists. "I missed you, too," Harry whispered, pulling her into a tight hug. He didn't want her to think he hadn't heard her.
Hermione frowned at his wrists, red, raw, and caked with dry blood. "I'm going to kill him," Hermione said under her breath, waiting for Anthony to show himself.
Harry shook his head. "No, you have to go get Dumbledore. I don't want you to get hurt."
Hermione shook her head and was about to answer when a cold voice interrupted. "Well, well, well. You guys finally got here. How does it feel to know that Harry was here all along and I was pretending to be him and that you were fooled?" Anthony said, a stupid smile playing on his handsome face.
Ron and Hermione burst out into laughter, surprising Harry, Anthony, and Lavender. "What is so funny?" Anthony asked, clearly confused and beginning to get angry.
It took a minute for Ron and Hermione (who were holding on to each other for support) to stop laughing and regain their composure. "You know, I thought you were dense when I was dating you, or should I say, 'held as prisoner', but now your just full out stupid. And I mean, Crabbe and Goyle stupid!" Hermione answered, trying hard to control herself from bursting into laughter again.
Anthony growled and began to move closer to her when Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Lavender took out their wands and pointed it at him. "Go any closer to her, Parzatti, and we'll hex you to kingdom come, " Harry told him.
Anthony stopped in his tracks, looking lost, when a sudden laugh sent shivers down their spines and a smile on Anthony's face. "Master, I got them just where you want them," Anthony spoke first, giving them a smug look.
"Thank you, Parzatti. Now get the mudblood," Voldemort demanded, causing Harry and Ron to move in front of her and Hermione to move back.
"You're fight is with me, Voldemort," Harry said, ignoring the sudden pain that was spreading from his scar.
"Yes, I know, Potter. The mudblood is for Parzatti. He has a few things to settle with her," Voldemort said, lazily. "And don't bother trying to protect her, it won't work," as he was saying this, Anthony had been distracting Ron.
"Hey, Weasley! You have quite a girlfriend here!" Anthony cried, grabbing Lavender by the wrist when she wasn't paying attention and taking her wand from her.
Ron twirled around just in time to see Anthony give Lavender a kiss. His face became redder than his hair and he lunged foward, pulling himself and Anthony to the ground.
"I'm going to kill you, you bastard, son of a bitch, bloody arse whole!" Ron roared, sending punches left and right.
"Immobulius!" Voldemort cried, causing both boys to freeze in mid-punch. "You really should control yourself," He told Ron, who was breathing heavily but seemed pleased at the damage that he did to Anthony's face.
"I will give you a chance to escape, Weasley. You and your little girlfriend," Voldemort told Ron. After all, he didn't need the little Weasel or his girlfriend.
"No, I'm -" Ron was about to comment when Harry cut in with a hard shake of his head.
"No Ron. Go," he said firmly. "Go get Dumbledore," Harry mouthed to him.
"Fine, I'll go," Ron said reluctantly, taking Lavender's hand. "Be careful," he said, the words sounding pathetic to his ears.
As Ron and Lavender left them at a run, Anthony advanced on Hermione. "Accio wand!" Hermione cried pointing her wand at Anthony. His wand flew out of his hand and landed in Hermione's, causing a smirk to play on her lips. "You hurt me before Anthony, but not this time!" she told him, hitting him with another curse, sending him flying against a tree.
As Harry and Voldemort watched, the sweet Hermione that Harry knew changed. As a feirce wind began to blow and snow began to come down, she stood before Anthony, her hair blowing wildly around her, and her eyes glazed with anger. "This is for hurting me endlessly and shattering my self- confidence! Wingardium Leviosa!" with that Anthony was lifted from the ground and thrown against another tree, clearly dazed and hurting.
When Anthony finally managed to get up, he staggered towards Hermione, who had another spell on her lips. But before she could utter a word, Voldemort stepped in, annoyed at the time this little fight was taking. Why won't she kill him already?
"Avada Kedavra!" he cried, a green light shooting out from his wand and hitting Anthony in the chest. "I didn't need him anymore," he told the two shocked friends.
Harry was about to move closer to Hermione but Voldemort stopped him by wrapping a hand around Harry's neck. The pain seemed to tear through his body, but he resisted the urge to scream. Everything began to go black when he heard Hermione's voice. "Stop! Hurt me instead!"
Voldemort let go of Harry with a bemused laugh. "You? And what will I do with you?" he asked. "All you do for me, is annoy me," he said. Before anyone could react, he had his wand pointed at her and had shouted, "Crucio!"
Hermione fell to the ground, clutching herself around the middle. Unbearable pain engulfed every nerve in her body. She tried to scream but nothing came out of her mouth.
"No!" Harry cried, kneeling next her. He suddenly stood up, anger evident on every feature of his face.
Voldemort smiled evily at him. "Aw, did I hit a soft spot? You're lucky I didn't kill her, Potter!" he sneered, raising his wand once more.
"Avada Kedavra!" they both cried at the same time. A white light shot out of Harry's wand clashing with Voldemort's black one. The spell hit the other with such force, it sent them flying backward.
Harry stood up and saw with some satisfaction that the spell had hit Voldemort harder than it did him.
Voldemort struggled to get up, his face whiter than usual. "You will pay for that, Potter," he said weakly. "You will not win next time.," he sneered, disappearing in a cloud of dark robes and black smoke.
A.N. Hey everyone! Finally this chapter is finished! I know it was badly written, but I honestly could not think of any good ideas. And I was planning on killing Voldemort in this chapter but it didn't seem to fit, somehow. Anyway, I'm sorry this chapter isn't the best (writer's block and being sick are my excuses) but I'll try harder next time : )
Now to my reviewers, thank you! Wow, 201 reviews!! Thanks so much!
Girly: Hey! You asked me to put a part in here where Harry2 kisses Lavender and Ron kicks his butt. Well, I did, and I hope you enjoyed it! About having more Ginny and Draco, maybe in later chapters here and there. I'll try. Thanks for your review!
Ravenclawgirl: You asked me how I came up with this idea - though, I'm thinking it was a rhetorical question, I'll answer it anyway : ) I actually don't know how I came up with the idea for this story. It just sort of popped into my head. As do all the other ideas I get ~ Thanks for the review!
rainbow: Does this chapter answer your question? Yes, the horrible Anthony is finally dead. Yeah! I wanted to kill Voldemort too, but oh well ... I'll kill him in another chapter, because he is going to die! Thanks for your review!
Well, that's all for now! Until the next chapter,
Sweetie