Chapter Five: The Reality of Dreams
Draco held Harry close, which seemed to have calmed down after his special 'gift', breathing lightly and his head resting on his chest.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Ron walked swiftly into the room along with Dumbledore, Sirius, Snape, Lupin, McGongall.and Mrs. Granger.
He froze when he saw Harry and Draco so close together.
"Harry.Draco," he began cautiously. Harry looked up at him blankly, pangs of guilt striking him. At sight of Ron, he remembered what he had just let Draco do to him. He had betrayed Ron. "What are you doing with Harry?"
"He woke up soon after you left," Draco stated calmly. "He was frightened and hysterical so I.calmed him down."
Ron nodded slowly, his eyes looking between them as if he wasn't convinced but Snape walked around him and gave Harry a cup of hot chocolate.
He took a long sip as Ron sort of pushed Draco aside and stood beside Harry, casting Draco a dark glare.
Then setting down the cup, he looked up at Mrs. Granger took a seat next to him, looking down at him in sadness.
Harry's face fell slightly into one of concern.
"Where is Hermione?" he asked quickly. "How is she? Is she alright?" Mrs. Granger at this point began to weep.
Harry looked at her startled then looked up at Dumbledore who stared at her in sadness, then clearing his throat explained.
"Harry.Hermione was found in the Dark Forest tonight by Hagrid." He paused before he continued. "Her head Harry.was nearly severed off.and she was kneeled to a tree." Mrs. Granger broke down then, Remus rushing over to console her. It was the first time she had actually heard what had happened.
"You were found, only a few inches away, a sword found in your chest.barely breathing. Hagrid carried you here and we stayed with you until Mrs. And Mr. Granger came. Mr. Granger has is with Fugde now.identifying the body."
There was nothing but silence. Then Harry went into shock, his eyes wide with surprise, with sorrow, shaking his head lightly.
"But it was a dream," he mumbled, beginning to rock back and forth. "Only a bad dream. Hermione isn't dead. No. She can't be dead."
"Shhh," Draco Malfoy replied in a calm, quiet tone. "It will be alright Harry, honest, it's okay."
"No it's not," Harry replied, his voice breaking. "It will never be okay. Hermione is gone. And it's my entire fault. My entire fault. I could have saved her."
"No one could have saved her Harry. Her fate." Draco trailed off; remember her mother sat directly opposite of him, rocking back and forth herself, holding Harry's other hand.
"It's alright dear," she whispered. "I don't blame you."
"But it's all my fault," he whispered his voice almost muffled by tears. "I should have saved her. She was my best friend."
"Harry dear-"
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Granger," he pleaded as if she wouldn't believe him. She only stared at him in sadness. "I'm so sorry about your daughter. I cared about her honest I did! I loved Hermione! She was my best friend." he trailed off for a long moment, letting his tears consume him. Draco refused to break the embrace, holding him closely, whispering that everything was okay, caressing his raven hair softly.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered again. "So sorry."
".Isn't good enough," a rather angry, cold voice cut in. Everyone turned to the firmly door. There, draped in a fine ash colored robe, velvet red being the trimming, stood Minister Fudge, a scowl tight on his lips, his eyebrows narrowed. Floating beside him was a dementor, who seemed to scour the room and rest on the boy that was being held in Draco's arms.
"Albus," he addressed coldly as he stormed past the headmaster and right to the side of Harry.
He stared down at him with cold, piecing eyes and pointed his wand at the boy that he was holding in his hand. "You, dear boy, are under arrest." Harry winced but Draco cradled him, his gray eyes flashing dangerously at the minister for upsetting the poor boy.
"Under what charges?" Snape bellowed, hovering over rather quickly to the boy's side, as if to protect him.
"For the unexplained deaths of Cedric Diggory and Hermione Granger," the minister snarled.
"But Harry didn't kill Cedric!" Ron cried out in protest. "And he would never- "
"SILENCE!" Fudge snarled, giving Ron a quick yet dangerous glare. "I shall hear none of this! The boy was at both scenes of crimes and can not clearing explain.if he did at all.the proper account of what happened at either one!"
"He TOLD you," McGongall insisted, stepping up to Snape's side, her face red with anger. "That he was attacked by the Dark Lord! You were the one who chose to be foolish and not listen!"
"There IS no DARK LORD!" Fudge bellowed. "You-Know-Who is DEAD and has been ever since this child was the age of one." Then he gave Harry a rather suspicious look. "For what reasons.again.no one is clear one. But what is clear is the boy has a history or unexplained death, although we shall not hold him accountable for that of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"You can't hold him accountable for any deaths!" Snape insisted. "Because Harry Potter is innocent!"
"Until proven otherwise," Fudge insisted. "Which I am sure, will not be very hard." "Now see here Fudge," Dumbledore stepped in, his blue eyes flashing dangerous behind the half mooned shaped lenses.
"Harry Potter was a victim, just as much as Cedric Diggory or young Hermione Granger. At each times, the boy was nearly killed! He, just like Hermione, was stabbed what was to be fatally, by the same sword that was used against her! Harry does not own any kind of weapon with a long blade, least of all, a blade in the shape of many waves."
"That you know about," Fudge clarified, still not convinced. "I'm sure the boy does not tell you everything. And as for his wounds, it is clearly possible that the two slain individuals were trying to fight back."
"Bullshit," Draco spat in discuss, hearing as much as he was going to take. "There is no way that Harry could have stabbed Hermione in her hands and her feet first, then she turned around and stabbed him in the chest, as deep as the wound was, and then he turn around and nearly sever her head!"
"Draco!" Ron hissed, nodding over to Mrs. Granger, who had gone back into her sea of tears, listening to everyone argue. McGongall rushed over and giving a comforting hug, led the young mother outside.
"I don't blame him," she wept as McGongall slowly shut the door behind them.
"See! You see!" Snape replied almost as if to say 'Ah ha!' "The girl's mother does not blame him anymore then we do."
"Be that as it may, action must be taken," Fudge, decided in a tone that defined that was the end of the argument. "Two students were slain and this boy is the only suspect.or for you benefit.witness to the crimes. If not to be convicted, we will need him for questioning."
"But I assure you," he added quickly. "None of that silly ness about it being the Dark Lord will be accepted!"
"Then there will be no reason to question him," Dumbledore stated matter of factly, as he bent down before Harry. Harry looked at the man he considered his mentor and began to weep all over again. "I didn't do it."
"I know you didn't Harry," the wise man replied in a soft, kind voice.
"I am not crazy."
"That remains to be seen," Fudge snorted but Snape gave him a warning glare so he silenced himself.
"But I will go, Professor, so that I may clear my name," Harry announced as he slowly pulled himself from a surprised Draco and swung his feet over and on to the floor.
"Are you certain Harry?" Dumbledore asked in concern. "You do not have to go unless you truly feel you have to."
"It's all right," Harry replied, standing up, using Ron's shoulder as support. "I'll go."
"Excellent, because I don't have all night," Fudge replied coldly, already heading for the door. "Come!"
Harry walked slowly beside the Minister, who suddenly seemed be a lot taller then he actually was, over shadowing him. He kept his eyes solely on the floor, trying his best to ignore the surprised-and accusing stares of the students of Hogwarts that stood along the walls.
He tried to block out the whispers, all of them, hurtful such as "I knew he killed Cedric", the voice being that of the Ernie boy from Hufflepuff, or those of enragement such as "How dare they accuse Harry! He would never hurt Hermione! Never!" Dean screamed this, whom's gaze came to rest on Ernie. Or "I can't believe they think it's him! He's saved all of us two separate times! Don't they take that into account?" This surprisingly, came from Cho Chang.
The entered the main hall at the front of the school. "You may want to put your hood up," Fudge warned. "It's rather cold out."
Harry nodded and placed the black hood over his head, his face, still visible. They reached the front door, Dumbledore standing just before it, his expression that of graveness.
He nodded at the minister who did not express the same curtsy. But not seeming to care, he looked down at Harry and frowned with sadness. Everyone quickly became silent.
"Harry," he began. But Harry nodded. "I know that I am innocent.and I won't let him convince me of otherwise. I know the truth, and it shall be proven."
"Yes, Yes, so we shall see," replied Fudge in an annoyed, unbelieving tone as he reached for the door, there was a loud blasting sound heard from behind and many surprised, frightened screams.
Harry, along with many others, turned and looked up to see the cause of the interruption. Harry gasped in terror as the figure came into perfect view. In the middle of the large lobby, stood Lord Voldemort himself, with coldness and expression gaze on his face, his scarlet eyes directly on the minister. Everyone in the lobby gasped in fear, shrieking back, far too frightened to move.
"Mister," Voldemort hissed. Fudge shrunk back in horror, nearing stumbling into to Harry, who now, was protectively behind Dumbledore, whom's face stared at the Dark Lord in coldness.
Voldemort seemed pleased by his fear and slowly walked toward him. "I do believe, you were about to blame the boy for a crime I did indeed commit?" he questioned, eyes raised in ridicule.
Fugde began to speak, but stumbled in all of his words. "Oh Fudge," Voldemort replied with remorse. "You do know how I hate anyone else taking the credit for my 'great' deeds?"
Fudge continued to stare in disbelief.
"Of course you do," Voldemort answered himself, nodding. He pulled out his ebony wand and held it tightly in his hand, his gaze returning to complete coldness, his eyes burning to the brown one's of Fudge.
"B-b-but," Fudge stammered, not being able to move. "Y-you c-can't be-"
"But I am," Voldemort whispered. His eyes quickly darted to the dementor. He gestured with his head for it to come and the without hesitation, the creature floated to his side, much to the minister dismay.
"Don't seemed so surprised Fudge," Voldemort replied. "Dementors, have always been one of my true ally. I was sure Dumbledore would have told you that."
Fudge did not speak, but only shivered in fear as Voldemort stood only inches away from him.
Voldemort sneered. "You dare disgrace yourself with your presence Fudge! You dare believe that such a boy ignorant of his true potential could ever truly defeat me? For this, my no longer needed servant, you shall pay dearly."
Voldemort raised his wand and Harry gasped. He started to move forward but Dumbledore quickly held him back.
"We must all pay for our sins," he replied in a rather sad voice as Voldemort snarled the words at the pleading minister: Arvada Kedvera.
The minister fell bluntly to the floor, dead. Unremorseful, Voldemort walked over to the fallen minister's body and kicked it onto it's back, then holding up his right arm, pulled back his sleeve.
Harry gasped horrified. The Dark Mark. Voldemort smiled. "By capturing you, he thought to redeem himself with me before he returned but I have no use for cowards such as Fudge."
Then he dropped the arm carelessly and his eyes fall on Dumbledore, the smile quickly fading.
"Albus.a long time."
"Not as long as I hoped Tom, but yes, it as been," Dumbledore replied coldly.
"Well on to business," Voldemort replied, whipping his long robes behind him and out of the way, his wand posed at the headmaster.
"Give me the boy Albus, I may not hurt you-now."
Dumbledore seemed unphased by his words and his coldness deeper replied, "The shall not go anywhere with you Tom. I suggest you leave, for you own benefit."
Voldemort's eyes narrowed and at this, Harry slowly crept more behind Dumbledore.
"Out of the way old man!" he hissed in snarl.
At this point, Ron and Draco had managed to push their way through to see what was happening, startled.
"Leave us Tom!" Dumbledore cried, whipping his own whip in front of him. "Or else!"
Voldemort laughed. "I have no time for this foolery!" With this, he muttered a spell that blasted Dumbledore out of his way and crashing into a nearby wall, making most to the student cry out in fear. Then he set his eyes on Harry and looking him up and down, smiled.
"Come to me boy," he soothed, holding out his hand towards Harry, beckoning him. "Come to me innocent, I won't hurt you."
Harry only backed himself further away and into a wall. He had not been carrying a wand, therefore, leaving him defenseless.
Before he could blink, Voldemort had apperated in front of him, and grabbing him by the wrist, pulled him to him and into a tight embrace.
"HARRY!" Ron screamed as he sudden launched forward, rushing at the Dark Lord. At this, Voldemort only crackled and waving his wand, cried "Crucio!"
Screaming in pain, Ron withered to the floor and shook violently as Harry, trying to pull away.
"Get him!" Snape fumed as he ran through the crowd, nearly throwing people out of the way to get to them. Remus ran up to Ron's side and revoked the curse, while Sirius helped him up to his feet.
"I would like to stay," Voldemort called. Then he looked at Harry and licking his lips, smiled at the frightened boy. "But I do believe I have something more interesting to do."
And laughing, he apperated away before the spell Snape cast could touch him.
"HARRY!" Ron screamed frantically, trying to pull out Sirius's grip. "NO! HARRY! WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO TO HIM!?" "There is no time to waist!" Dumbledore called as Snape helped him up and supported him on his shoulder. "We must hurry!"
With this, they all hurried to go back into Dumbledore's chamber, Draco following behind slowly. As soon as he was out of everyone's view, he smirked to himself, his eyes set on the back of Ron's head.
'My plan is working.'
A/N:
And okay, that was long so I'll stop there! Personally, I hate Fudge since the forth-friggin book, so expect him die in every story I write if I can help it. No SLASH.but the next chapter shall defiantly have it so FAIR WARNING! It will be up shortly but when, I have no clue. Anyway, I hoped you enjoy and review like always.
-Kamirine
Draco held Harry close, which seemed to have calmed down after his special 'gift', breathing lightly and his head resting on his chest.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Ron walked swiftly into the room along with Dumbledore, Sirius, Snape, Lupin, McGongall.and Mrs. Granger.
He froze when he saw Harry and Draco so close together.
"Harry.Draco," he began cautiously. Harry looked up at him blankly, pangs of guilt striking him. At sight of Ron, he remembered what he had just let Draco do to him. He had betrayed Ron. "What are you doing with Harry?"
"He woke up soon after you left," Draco stated calmly. "He was frightened and hysterical so I.calmed him down."
Ron nodded slowly, his eyes looking between them as if he wasn't convinced but Snape walked around him and gave Harry a cup of hot chocolate.
He took a long sip as Ron sort of pushed Draco aside and stood beside Harry, casting Draco a dark glare.
Then setting down the cup, he looked up at Mrs. Granger took a seat next to him, looking down at him in sadness.
Harry's face fell slightly into one of concern.
"Where is Hermione?" he asked quickly. "How is she? Is she alright?" Mrs. Granger at this point began to weep.
Harry looked at her startled then looked up at Dumbledore who stared at her in sadness, then clearing his throat explained.
"Harry.Hermione was found in the Dark Forest tonight by Hagrid." He paused before he continued. "Her head Harry.was nearly severed off.and she was kneeled to a tree." Mrs. Granger broke down then, Remus rushing over to console her. It was the first time she had actually heard what had happened.
"You were found, only a few inches away, a sword found in your chest.barely breathing. Hagrid carried you here and we stayed with you until Mrs. And Mr. Granger came. Mr. Granger has is with Fugde now.identifying the body."
There was nothing but silence. Then Harry went into shock, his eyes wide with surprise, with sorrow, shaking his head lightly.
"But it was a dream," he mumbled, beginning to rock back and forth. "Only a bad dream. Hermione isn't dead. No. She can't be dead."
"Shhh," Draco Malfoy replied in a calm, quiet tone. "It will be alright Harry, honest, it's okay."
"No it's not," Harry replied, his voice breaking. "It will never be okay. Hermione is gone. And it's my entire fault. My entire fault. I could have saved her."
"No one could have saved her Harry. Her fate." Draco trailed off; remember her mother sat directly opposite of him, rocking back and forth herself, holding Harry's other hand.
"It's alright dear," she whispered. "I don't blame you."
"But it's all my fault," he whispered his voice almost muffled by tears. "I should have saved her. She was my best friend."
"Harry dear-"
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Granger," he pleaded as if she wouldn't believe him. She only stared at him in sadness. "I'm so sorry about your daughter. I cared about her honest I did! I loved Hermione! She was my best friend." he trailed off for a long moment, letting his tears consume him. Draco refused to break the embrace, holding him closely, whispering that everything was okay, caressing his raven hair softly.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered again. "So sorry."
".Isn't good enough," a rather angry, cold voice cut in. Everyone turned to the firmly door. There, draped in a fine ash colored robe, velvet red being the trimming, stood Minister Fudge, a scowl tight on his lips, his eyebrows narrowed. Floating beside him was a dementor, who seemed to scour the room and rest on the boy that was being held in Draco's arms.
"Albus," he addressed coldly as he stormed past the headmaster and right to the side of Harry.
He stared down at him with cold, piecing eyes and pointed his wand at the boy that he was holding in his hand. "You, dear boy, are under arrest." Harry winced but Draco cradled him, his gray eyes flashing dangerously at the minister for upsetting the poor boy.
"Under what charges?" Snape bellowed, hovering over rather quickly to the boy's side, as if to protect him.
"For the unexplained deaths of Cedric Diggory and Hermione Granger," the minister snarled.
"But Harry didn't kill Cedric!" Ron cried out in protest. "And he would never- "
"SILENCE!" Fudge snarled, giving Ron a quick yet dangerous glare. "I shall hear none of this! The boy was at both scenes of crimes and can not clearing explain.if he did at all.the proper account of what happened at either one!"
"He TOLD you," McGongall insisted, stepping up to Snape's side, her face red with anger. "That he was attacked by the Dark Lord! You were the one who chose to be foolish and not listen!"
"There IS no DARK LORD!" Fudge bellowed. "You-Know-Who is DEAD and has been ever since this child was the age of one." Then he gave Harry a rather suspicious look. "For what reasons.again.no one is clear one. But what is clear is the boy has a history or unexplained death, although we shall not hold him accountable for that of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"You can't hold him accountable for any deaths!" Snape insisted. "Because Harry Potter is innocent!"
"Until proven otherwise," Fudge insisted. "Which I am sure, will not be very hard." "Now see here Fudge," Dumbledore stepped in, his blue eyes flashing dangerous behind the half mooned shaped lenses.
"Harry Potter was a victim, just as much as Cedric Diggory or young Hermione Granger. At each times, the boy was nearly killed! He, just like Hermione, was stabbed what was to be fatally, by the same sword that was used against her! Harry does not own any kind of weapon with a long blade, least of all, a blade in the shape of many waves."
"That you know about," Fudge clarified, still not convinced. "I'm sure the boy does not tell you everything. And as for his wounds, it is clearly possible that the two slain individuals were trying to fight back."
"Bullshit," Draco spat in discuss, hearing as much as he was going to take. "There is no way that Harry could have stabbed Hermione in her hands and her feet first, then she turned around and stabbed him in the chest, as deep as the wound was, and then he turn around and nearly sever her head!"
"Draco!" Ron hissed, nodding over to Mrs. Granger, who had gone back into her sea of tears, listening to everyone argue. McGongall rushed over and giving a comforting hug, led the young mother outside.
"I don't blame him," she wept as McGongall slowly shut the door behind them.
"See! You see!" Snape replied almost as if to say 'Ah ha!' "The girl's mother does not blame him anymore then we do."
"Be that as it may, action must be taken," Fudge, decided in a tone that defined that was the end of the argument. "Two students were slain and this boy is the only suspect.or for you benefit.witness to the crimes. If not to be convicted, we will need him for questioning."
"But I assure you," he added quickly. "None of that silly ness about it being the Dark Lord will be accepted!"
"Then there will be no reason to question him," Dumbledore stated matter of factly, as he bent down before Harry. Harry looked at the man he considered his mentor and began to weep all over again. "I didn't do it."
"I know you didn't Harry," the wise man replied in a soft, kind voice.
"I am not crazy."
"That remains to be seen," Fudge snorted but Snape gave him a warning glare so he silenced himself.
"But I will go, Professor, so that I may clear my name," Harry announced as he slowly pulled himself from a surprised Draco and swung his feet over and on to the floor.
"Are you certain Harry?" Dumbledore asked in concern. "You do not have to go unless you truly feel you have to."
"It's all right," Harry replied, standing up, using Ron's shoulder as support. "I'll go."
"Excellent, because I don't have all night," Fudge replied coldly, already heading for the door. "Come!"
Harry walked slowly beside the Minister, who suddenly seemed be a lot taller then he actually was, over shadowing him. He kept his eyes solely on the floor, trying his best to ignore the surprised-and accusing stares of the students of Hogwarts that stood along the walls.
He tried to block out the whispers, all of them, hurtful such as "I knew he killed Cedric", the voice being that of the Ernie boy from Hufflepuff, or those of enragement such as "How dare they accuse Harry! He would never hurt Hermione! Never!" Dean screamed this, whom's gaze came to rest on Ernie. Or "I can't believe they think it's him! He's saved all of us two separate times! Don't they take that into account?" This surprisingly, came from Cho Chang.
The entered the main hall at the front of the school. "You may want to put your hood up," Fudge warned. "It's rather cold out."
Harry nodded and placed the black hood over his head, his face, still visible. They reached the front door, Dumbledore standing just before it, his expression that of graveness.
He nodded at the minister who did not express the same curtsy. But not seeming to care, he looked down at Harry and frowned with sadness. Everyone quickly became silent.
"Harry," he began. But Harry nodded. "I know that I am innocent.and I won't let him convince me of otherwise. I know the truth, and it shall be proven."
"Yes, Yes, so we shall see," replied Fudge in an annoyed, unbelieving tone as he reached for the door, there was a loud blasting sound heard from behind and many surprised, frightened screams.
Harry, along with many others, turned and looked up to see the cause of the interruption. Harry gasped in terror as the figure came into perfect view. In the middle of the large lobby, stood Lord Voldemort himself, with coldness and expression gaze on his face, his scarlet eyes directly on the minister. Everyone in the lobby gasped in fear, shrieking back, far too frightened to move.
"Mister," Voldemort hissed. Fudge shrunk back in horror, nearing stumbling into to Harry, who now, was protectively behind Dumbledore, whom's face stared at the Dark Lord in coldness.
Voldemort seemed pleased by his fear and slowly walked toward him. "I do believe, you were about to blame the boy for a crime I did indeed commit?" he questioned, eyes raised in ridicule.
Fugde began to speak, but stumbled in all of his words. "Oh Fudge," Voldemort replied with remorse. "You do know how I hate anyone else taking the credit for my 'great' deeds?"
Fudge continued to stare in disbelief.
"Of course you do," Voldemort answered himself, nodding. He pulled out his ebony wand and held it tightly in his hand, his gaze returning to complete coldness, his eyes burning to the brown one's of Fudge.
"B-b-but," Fudge stammered, not being able to move. "Y-you c-can't be-"
"But I am," Voldemort whispered. His eyes quickly darted to the dementor. He gestured with his head for it to come and the without hesitation, the creature floated to his side, much to the minister dismay.
"Don't seemed so surprised Fudge," Voldemort replied. "Dementors, have always been one of my true ally. I was sure Dumbledore would have told you that."
Fudge did not speak, but only shivered in fear as Voldemort stood only inches away from him.
Voldemort sneered. "You dare disgrace yourself with your presence Fudge! You dare believe that such a boy ignorant of his true potential could ever truly defeat me? For this, my no longer needed servant, you shall pay dearly."
Voldemort raised his wand and Harry gasped. He started to move forward but Dumbledore quickly held him back.
"We must all pay for our sins," he replied in a rather sad voice as Voldemort snarled the words at the pleading minister: Arvada Kedvera.
The minister fell bluntly to the floor, dead. Unremorseful, Voldemort walked over to the fallen minister's body and kicked it onto it's back, then holding up his right arm, pulled back his sleeve.
Harry gasped horrified. The Dark Mark. Voldemort smiled. "By capturing you, he thought to redeem himself with me before he returned but I have no use for cowards such as Fudge."
Then he dropped the arm carelessly and his eyes fall on Dumbledore, the smile quickly fading.
"Albus.a long time."
"Not as long as I hoped Tom, but yes, it as been," Dumbledore replied coldly.
"Well on to business," Voldemort replied, whipping his long robes behind him and out of the way, his wand posed at the headmaster.
"Give me the boy Albus, I may not hurt you-now."
Dumbledore seemed unphased by his words and his coldness deeper replied, "The shall not go anywhere with you Tom. I suggest you leave, for you own benefit."
Voldemort's eyes narrowed and at this, Harry slowly crept more behind Dumbledore.
"Out of the way old man!" he hissed in snarl.
At this point, Ron and Draco had managed to push their way through to see what was happening, startled.
"Leave us Tom!" Dumbledore cried, whipping his own whip in front of him. "Or else!"
Voldemort laughed. "I have no time for this foolery!" With this, he muttered a spell that blasted Dumbledore out of his way and crashing into a nearby wall, making most to the student cry out in fear. Then he set his eyes on Harry and looking him up and down, smiled.
"Come to me boy," he soothed, holding out his hand towards Harry, beckoning him. "Come to me innocent, I won't hurt you."
Harry only backed himself further away and into a wall. He had not been carrying a wand, therefore, leaving him defenseless.
Before he could blink, Voldemort had apperated in front of him, and grabbing him by the wrist, pulled him to him and into a tight embrace.
"HARRY!" Ron screamed as he sudden launched forward, rushing at the Dark Lord. At this, Voldemort only crackled and waving his wand, cried "Crucio!"
Screaming in pain, Ron withered to the floor and shook violently as Harry, trying to pull away.
"Get him!" Snape fumed as he ran through the crowd, nearly throwing people out of the way to get to them. Remus ran up to Ron's side and revoked the curse, while Sirius helped him up to his feet.
"I would like to stay," Voldemort called. Then he looked at Harry and licking his lips, smiled at the frightened boy. "But I do believe I have something more interesting to do."
And laughing, he apperated away before the spell Snape cast could touch him.
"HARRY!" Ron screamed frantically, trying to pull out Sirius's grip. "NO! HARRY! WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO TO HIM!?" "There is no time to waist!" Dumbledore called as Snape helped him up and supported him on his shoulder. "We must hurry!"
With this, they all hurried to go back into Dumbledore's chamber, Draco following behind slowly. As soon as he was out of everyone's view, he smirked to himself, his eyes set on the back of Ron's head.
'My plan is working.'
A/N:
And okay, that was long so I'll stop there! Personally, I hate Fudge since the forth-friggin book, so expect him die in every story I write if I can help it. No SLASH.but the next chapter shall defiantly have it so FAIR WARNING! It will be up shortly but when, I have no clue. Anyway, I hoped you enjoy and review like always.
-Kamirine