~*~Another Chapter here! Ha Ha...Well hmmm...Give my ideas for people to kill! I need deaths...^-^...I'm going psychotic.... And I dunno how to spell...hmm.... Not a very good combo is it? I'm going to kill some people off in this chapter though...
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Harry Potter:
The worst year
Chapter 8
Harry woke up a few days later. Madam Pomfrey released him. He quickly walked down to the Great Hall. The Gryffindor's for some reason looking more depressed than usual. Harry dropped down next to Ron. Some one seemed to be missing, but who?
"Ron what's up?" Harry asked.
"Read..." He said and handed this morning Dailey Prophet.
Deaths at Hogwarts
Colin Creevey 4th year Gryffindor, Terry Boot a 5th year Ravenclaw, Hannah Abbott also a 5th year, but a Hufflepuff and Ashley Plummer a 1st year Slytherin have all mysteriously vanished right from the safety of their common rooms. The killer of all we can't say writes Dailey Prophet reporter Benji Charlotte.
"They just went missing. Right from all of our common rooms. I was just talking to Terry before...well you know...He disappeared," Says Cho Chang a Ravenclaw 6th year.
"Ashley was my friend. We were friends since Muggle School. We practically are sisters. I was talking to her before she died," Says 1st year Slytherin Ashley Santore.
"Hannah was just sitting in the Common room one minute she was gone. I don't know why anyone would want to kill her." Says 5th year Hufflepuff Justin Finch-Fletchley.
"Colin was my brother. We both were muggle borns. I really don't see why anyone would want to kill him." Says Dennis Creevey a 2nd year Gryffindor.
Even though most signs point to one person, You-Know-Who, we can't just jump to conclusions. Most of the students we've interviewed seemed to point the finger at Harry Potter.
"When the Chamber of Secrets was opened, We all thought Potter was the one doing the attacks. They hushed it all up though. Several students were petrified in the attacks. POTTER IS A PARCELMOUTH! What else do you need as proof?" Says 5th year Slytherin Draco Malfoy.
"Harry, is one of my best friends," Says Ronald Weasley a 5th year Gryffindor, "He would never kill anyone. And besides Harry was in the Hospital wing then anyway!"
Dumbledore asked not to comment. Does he know something we do not? There have been many disappearances since, July last year. Maybe He-Who-Must-Not-Named has returned and the Minerstry is keeping it all quiet?
We won't know for sure. "I bet it was Potter! Creevey is always annoying him and Potter is the heir of Slytherin, you know," Says 4th year Hufflepuff Susan Riddle.
Harry Potter the boy who conquered the Dark Lord heir of Slytherin? I really don't think.
I myself think it is the work of the dark lord. The deatheaters have been more active and there have been many disappearances. Have we reached another dark time? Has He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named risen? We won't know for sure until it is confirmed by a reliable source.
"Harry Potter, Professor Dumbledore wants to see you," came the voice of Professor McGongall.
He got up and walked up to Professor Dumbledore's office. And he said the password, 'Chocolate Frog' and rode up the spiral staircase. He knocked on Dumbledore's large oak door.
Non other than Dumbledore answered and ushered him inside.
Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses. "It it time," he said, "for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything."
Harry did so. He sat in one of Dumbledore's chairs placed in front of his desk.
"Harry, five years ago I believe you asked me, 'Why did Voldemort want to kill you in the first place?' I believe it is time to tell you, The Truth."
He looked into Harry's emerald eyes, His eyes twinkling. "Harry did you ever stop to realize that you and Voldemort have things in common?"
"Yes?" Harry said, perplexed.
"Well you are the heir of Slytherin. Voldemort is you mother's father. So Voldemort is your grandfather, As I am." His eyes twinkling. "Petunia, Petunia is a squib as is Dudley. Lilly is a pure blood. That's why you have the gift of parceltounge, Lilly also was a parcelmouth."
"Voldemort...Is my grand father? Than why did he want to kill me?"
"James, is my son. I am the heir of Gryffindor. Witch means you are the heir of Gryffindor also. Slytherin and Gryffindor want to kill each other. You are the only one that can bring down Slytherin. You by yourself can do great things. You are more powerful, right now than even I know."
"I could bring down Voldemort...again?" He said, still perplexed.
"Yes, you can. Did you ever hear the ledged That the heir of Gryffindor will bring down the heir of Slytherin?"
"No," Harry said, He wanted to say, 'So I'm going to kill myself,' but he refrained himself. He thought it would be rude.
"Well, In the time of Slytherin and Gryffindor, Gryffindor made a prediction. A prediction that his heir would bring down Slytherins heir. You did bring down Slytherins heir once. Can you do it again!"
"How?" Harry asked, baffled.
"How? Harry, I can't tell you today. You will one day know. When you duel Voldemort for the last time. You will be ready and know how. Maybe this year, Maybe Next or maybe your last year here, We don't know. Just when the time does come be ready."
Dumbledore was done talking. Harry got up. "Harry; please don't tell Ron or Hermione. I'll tell them when it's the right time. Right now it might turn them Agenst you."
"Yes, Sir" Harry said, feeling a little better than when he walked in.
He looked at his watch, but he remembered that it hadn't worked since the second task or the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He figured that it was still his first class. He walked down past the Great Hall and noticed that the usual chatter of the students was absent.
He pulled out his schedule out of his bed and saw that he today he had,
Care of Magical Creatures - R. Hagrid - Slytherins
Herbology - S. Sprout - Hufflepuffs
Lunch
Transfiguration- M. McGongall - Gryffindors only
Dark Arts - R. Lupin - Slytherins
Defense Agenst the Dark Arts - F. Delacour - Ravenclaws
Harry looked up and walked down to Hagrid's hut. Everyone was already there. He could make out Ron's brilliant red hair and Draco's sleek Blond hair over the top of the others hair.
"Oi! 'Arry where 'ave you been,' Hagrid asked, signaling him to come over.
"Dumbledore's office..." Harry said looking up.
"Oh...Is 'at so? Why 'ould you be there? Didn't 'et in 'ouble did yeh, eh?"
"Can't talk 'bout it" Harry said and stood next to Ron.
"Looks 'ike everyone's 'ere," Hagrid said staring around the class. "Everyone 'ollow me 'round back."
They followed the giant of Hagrid. They didn't learn till last year, but Hagrid was half-giant. Even though Hagrid was gentle his mother was nothing of the sort. Wizards once feared his mother.
Giants used to be in the direct ranks of Lord Voldemort, but if Dumbledore saw to it the wizards need not worry about that.
Another creature that might join the ranks of the deatheaters are the dementors. Soulless creatures that suck its victim's soul out of their bodies by there mouth.
They followed Hagrid around back. The first thing that they saw was a thing that looked like a lion, but as they got closer they noticed that the things had wings. Harry had only seen in his Care of Magical Creatures book. It was a Griffin.
The body of a lion and the wings of a eagle. A mane of rich brown color and a fawn body with golden wings.
"I'm going to split yeh up into 'roups. 'Arry, 'Hermione, Ron you are in-group 1. Neville, 'Ean, 'Ansy yeh are 'roup two. Draco, Semus 'nd Ashley yeh group 3." It went on for about 20 more groups.
"Yeh all are to take the Griffins 'or walks," He told the class. "Yeh get yer leashes and then get a 'ove on. 'Arry I'd like to see yeh for a minute."
Draco and his fellow Slytherins snickered. Harry could see Draco smirking.
"Watch it, Potter, The Dark Lord doesn't pity," He heard Draco said just so that Harry could hear it. All the Slytherins laughed except for Ashley who wasn't enjoying Draco's act at all. She looked coldly up to Draco, like she could murder her right on the spot.
"What 're yeh 'ating fer?" Hagrid boomed over the class. everyone at once started moving in different directions.
"'Arry, why were yeh in Professor Dumbledore's office?" Hagrid asked, concerned.
"Uh...I'll tell you another time, OK?" Harry said looking around.
"Sure, 'Arry. 'Ome down to meh hut Saturday fer a chat, and a cuppe 'o tea," Hagrid said, knowing where he was going with that.
Harry walked over to Ron and Hermione.
"Harry, what did Hagrid want?" Hermione asked.
"Oh...nothing, really" Harry replied, slightly frowning. He didn't like lying to Ron and Hermione.
"Harry, I know you're not being truthful with us. If you don't want to tell fine," Ron said harshly.
"It's not that I'm lying to you I just promised Dumbledore that I wouldn't talk about it. It's kind of weird."
"Harry, you know you can tell us anything! Its not like you're related to You-Know-Who or anything is it?" Hermione tried cheering him up, but it really didn't work.
"Only if you knew," Harry said under his breath.
"What was that, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing," Harry quickly lied.
"Ok, want to ask Hagrid if we can go up to the castle, Harry? Maybe it will make you feel better," Hermione suggested.
"No, It won't. I'm just worried that's all. Vol-I mean You-Know-Who has returned, I don't care what anybody says. I was at his rebirth!" Harry said almost screaming, but he made sure he kept his voice low so that no one else could hear. "I'm just not ready to die," Harry said in an undertone.
"Harry, remember what Hagrid said, 'What will come, will come and you'll have to face it when it does.' Harry lets go up to the common room. You can tell us what is really bothering you, because I have the feeling that you aren't being exactly truthful with us right now. Maybe we could help," Hermione said.
"OK, I guess you're right," Harry said and stood up. He was petting the Griffin the whole time.
"Hagrid!" Ron yelled and singled him to come over.
"Yah, Ron?" Hagrid said stopping in front of the three.
"Can we go up to the common room..." Ron started.
"Harry doesn't feel very well," Hermione finished his sentence.
"Sure yeh can," Hagrid said. "I 'ope it isn't 'erious, 'Arry."
They started up toward the castle.
"Well, Well, Isn't it Potter and his friends Weasel and mudblood? Why are you leaving? Scar burning? Ha! Voldemort doesn't pity!" Malfoy repeated.
Harry couldn't stop himself: he launched himself at Malfoy. They weren't dueling, but fighting. Harry got a few punches on Malfoy and made his nose bleed, before Ron and Hermione were pulling him off.
"Harry! This isn't like you!" Hermione said as she finally got him under control. they walked through the large oak doors and up the steps in the Entrance Hall. They soon found there self's in front of the fat lady. They said the password 'Godric' and walked into the common room and collapsed into two chairs by the fire.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked as she too sat in a couch by the fire.
"I told you! I'm freaked out 'cauz Voldemort has returned!" Harry shouted.
"What exactly happened that night anyway, Potter?" Said a cold voice from behind him. Harry recognized it as Voldemort's.
"H-How'd you g-get in, Voldemort? I thought they Voldemort proofed the castle."
"How? I used my old identity. My mudblood fathers name, Tom Riddle. I was allowed to enter undetected. I was myself only younger. Remember the Chamber of Secrets? I used a simple Polly juice potion from the Tom Riddle that opened the Chamber of Secrets. I became myself younger and I entered the school and then I followed you to your common room, invisible of course. But for you, Potter you are as good as dead! Didn't Draco ever tell you, 'The Dark Lord doesn't pity?' I told him to. I thought you were noble enough to take his warning. Didn't you feel your scar burn when I was near as my 16 year old self?" Voldemort said.
'What is this the-paragraph-that-never-ends?' Harry asked himself silently.
"Answer me! Crucio!"
Harry fell to his knees in pain. He was surely screaming loudly. Would anyone notice? Or did Voldemort sound proof the room?
Harry thought 'wouldn't it be more painful for his friends to see him in pain.' White-hot daggers were piercing every inch of his skin. He rolled over; onto his back.
He felt the curse cease. He got limply to his feet and looked at Lord Voldemort in the eyes. His scar burning dully on his for-head.
And then it happened so sudden. He was launched from his feet and binded 5 feet off the ground. Held up by the collar of his uniform. It choking him till the point the he was starting to feel lightheaded.
He started levitating higher and higher. What was Voldemort playing at?
10 feet....
15 feet....
20 feet.....
He was surely going to touch the ceiling. Was Voldemort going for injuring him really bad? Or was he trying to kill him?
He stopped around 25 feet in the air.
"HARRY!" Hermione shrieked.
Harry grabbed his throat, the little air he had had become none. He was surely going to die from suffocation.
His heart beating out of his chest. He felt the grip loosen on his collar. He fell 25 feet. There was a 'BOOM' to be heard around the common room.
Harry lay there not uncautious, just bloodied up bad.
"Get up, Potter" Voldemort said coldly.
And for some odd reason Harry obeyed Voldemort. Maybe to show Voldemort that he was strong?
"Potter, go on tell them the story of my rebirth. The longer you talk the longer you live."
"You are cruel!" Hermione yelled.
"Shut it you filthy mudblood!" Voldemort spat back coldly at Hermione.
Ron launched himself at Voldemort. He only had to simply had to move out of the way and Ron went flying past. Ron yelped in surprise as he made a crash landing on the floor.
"Pity, you won't see your filthy mudblood or your little mudblood loving friends and anymore."
Harry's eyes met Voldemort's and a surge of inspiration flew through him. He was sure his eyes were twinkling; like Dumbledore's.
"I'm not afraid of you grandpa! You've scared me for the last time! Lets finish what you started!" Harry almost yelled.
Ron and Hermione backed up agenst the wall.
"Bow to death, Potter" Voldemort said bowing slightly keeping his snakelike face upturned.
"Don't do it Harry!" Hermione screamed.
"Be quiet Hermione!" Harry said, slightly nervous.
"I SAID BOW POTTER!" Voldemort shrieked at Harry.
"Make me you Ugly Ass!" Harry yelled to Voldemort.
"You're going to pay for that remark, Potter."
There was a sound in the corner by the entrance to the common room. Professor McGongall walked in.
"Tom!" She shrieked. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger please get over here."
"The boy is mine, McGonagall!" Voldemort said and grabbed Harry around the neck.
"Don't make me get the head master, Tom" Professor McGongall said.
"Try. We'll be gone faster that you could get there," Voldemort said calmly.
Professor McGongall gave Ron the Go-And-Disobey-Voldemort look. Ron seemed to get the picture, because he went speeding from the common room.
Harry's scar was burning fiercely on his for-head. Voldemort was choking Harry. Harry was trying to pry Voldemort's arms off from around his neck. He couldn't breathe!
Just then the door opened. Professor Dumbledore walked in with Ron following him.
"Voldemort, let him go" Dumbledore said sternly.
Voldemort was facing the wizard that he had always feared. He dropped Harry painfully to the floor. Harry rolled over and got to his feet and ran over to Dumbledore and the others.
Voldemort did a weird spell and a green snake came out of his wand and disappeared. With in a minute about 30 green and silver cloaked people apperated around Voldemort.
Each of there robes were deep green with a silver lining. All of them weren't wearing hoods or masks. Harry saw Lucius, Goyal Sr., Crabbe Sr., Wormtail and Macnair; The others he didn't know. He guessed that they were Voldemort's main deatheaters.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione get to my office and wait there. Minerva, get all the students from there classes and take them to the Great Hall" Dumbledore said quietly so that only they could hear.
Harry nodded and pivoted. Ron and Hermione followed him. They ran past the fat lady and down the steps to Dumbledore's office. Harry said the password, 'chocolate frog' and they entered.
Harry sat in the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"Harry why didn't you tell us?" Ron asked.
"Tell you, what?" Harry said coldly.
"You're the heir of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" Ron yelled.
"Yeah, I only found out this morning. Dumbledore told me to keep it quiet" Harry said, staring into his knees.
"Harry, Are you OK?" Hermione said walking toward him.
"What? Oh yeah I'm just fine," He replied sarcastically.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, looking serious.
"N-No-Nothing" Harry stuttered.
"Harry, you can tell us, maybe we can help" Hermione replied.
"Voldemort has been hurting me both mentally and physically through the last couple of days. I'm not sure, but I think he's trying to get me to side with the dark. He knows that I'd rather die than join him though. So he's torturing me, trying to break me, To make me join the dark, because I alone am stronger a wizard than him."
"Harry, you wouldn't, would you?" Ron asked after a minute silence.
"Never. I told you, I'd rather die then serve the dark," Harry replied, solemnly.
"Good," Ron said, relieved.
They heard footsteps in the distance and the room became eerily silent. They each looked from one another before the door opened. Professor Dumbledore walked in.
"Professor, did he....?" Harry started.
"I'm afraid so Harry. He did escape. Did he hurt you?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry was quite unaware of the pain; until now. "Yeah."
"Harry, Show your courage once more. Tell me what happened."
"Professor, does Harry have to? I mean it would be easier if we-" Hermione started.
"Yes, Harry should," Dumbledore answered.
Just then the door opened and Sirius ran in. "Professor, Is Harry OK?"
"Harry is just fine, Sirius," Dumbledore said calmly.
"Harry James Potter, what happened?" Sirius asked, harshly.
"Voldemort," Harry muttered darkly, staring at the floor.
"Voldemort didn't hurt you did he, Harry?" Sirius asked, concerned.
Harry found that he couldn't answer Sirius. He just stared into the ground.
"Harry tell me if he did or not," Sirius said, worried.
"Yes," Harry managed to get out: his voice about an octave lower than usual.
"What did he do to you?" Sirius asked not minding his godsons low voice.
"Harry was just about to tell me that, Sirius" Dumbledore said.
Harry gulped and started to tell them the story. Sirius was standing his hand on Harry's shoulder in a reassuring sort of way. Harry tried to avoid Dumbledore's blue eyes, but found that that was impossible. When he finished he found out that he felt a lot better.
"Harry, are you OK?" Sirius asked automatically.
"Yes," Harry responded.
"Harry do you think it is time to tell Ron and Hermione your secret?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, I do" Harry responded. "Would you like me to....?"
"I will, Harry" Dumbledore responded. "Sirius will you take Harry down to the hospital wing. Let Madam Pomfrey check him out then escort him down to the Great Hall or his next class. If classes are back on. If I'm much mistaken it should be Dark Arts with Professor Lupin," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.
"Yes, Sir" Sirius said and let go of Harry's shoulder. They walked down to the Hospital Wing silently. Sirius would mutter things occasionally like, 'What was I thinking?' and 'Harry could of died!' but as for that nothing could prepare him for what lie ahead.
~*~How's that? I know I didn't leave it at a cliffhanger, but it's longer. 12 pages on Microsoft works. ^-^. Well a short thing to my reviewers...
Thank you S@bre Bl@ck and RaistlinofMetallica! My only reviewers. *Rolls eyes* Ok now that I'm done here...I'll go and type the next Chapter. I'm planning another death. Who should it be? Please Review!
