Hey here is the next chapter. Sorry it took so long, highschool hockey has begun and all my time and energy is with that. But anyway, here is the final chapter of my story. I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks for all them! I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does. Please R/R
One morning a few weeks after the students had returned from Christmas vacation, breakfast was starting and students still sleepy came down tired to breakfast. Harry was there after coming in from his morning run. Ron and Hermione had just come in followed by a few students who looked tired when an owl came in as though something wanting to eat it was on its tail. It flew hard down towards Dumbledore. A minute later Snape came in looking as if he hadn't slept all night.
Dumbledore's face went from inquiry to pale in about 2 seconds as he read the letter the owl had delivered him. He looked around at the Teacher's Table and stood up, "Attack Hogsmeade now. We need to get down there!" He leaned towards McGonagall, "Alert the Order." He stood up straight, "6th and 7th year students please go into the Entrance Hall, teachers come too!"
There was a lot of whispering and getting up. Chairs scraped against the floor and people were yelling at each other to hurry along. Harry stayed in his seat. He continued eating as though nothing was going on.
"Mr. Potter that includes you!" Dumbledore walked by him hurringly.
"I'm comfortable right here," Harry responded.
Dumbledore doubled back. "I need experienced fights and only you, Ron and Hermione fit that bill. Come now." Harry felt himself being pulled up from his chair. Invisible hands were pulling him away from his breakfast. He sighed and let himself be dragged into the Entrance Hall.
"Death Eaters are attacking the village," Dumbledore addressed the students and teachers. "For anyone student who wishes not to fight you may go back into the Great Hall. Everyone else wands out and follow me."
No one moved. The Slytherins hadn't even bothered to come out. Harry looked around and turned around to go.
"Not you Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said sternly and the invisible hands were back and pushed him out the door.
By the time, they got down to the village the attack was in full swing. Harry looked around as Dumbledore and the teachers ran off to help those who they could leaving the students by themselves. The students though had no idea what to do, and Ron and Hermione stood there not sure how to start.
Harry looked around at Hogsmeade; some of the houses were burning. People were running around, things being throw out of open windows. Things started going in slow motion, he could hear voices…
"Harry Potter."
"Gryffindor!"
"Are you really Harry Potter?"
"Harry Potter our new celebrity."
"Parlsetongue."
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, I am Lord Voldemort."
"Sirius Black."
"I'm your godfather."
"You truly are your father's son."
"Tri Wizard Champion Harry Potter."
Everything was so blurry, the voices they kept speaking…
"Kill the spare."
"Diggory- Cedric Diggory is dead!"
"Son of a bitch"
"Worthless"
"Heir of Gryffindor"
"The Order of the Phoenix"
"What about the wizarding world or the Order? What would we have done if he managed to kill you?"
"I'm done!"
"The Boy-Who-Lived."
"We need you."
"You were born to fight."
"Harry?"
He shook his head. Ron was looking at him. All the students were watching him, waiting for him. They had no idea what to do; someone needed to take charge! They were here to help, not stand around. He looked once last look around and took out his wand. He hadn't used this wand to fight for a long time.
"What are you doing just standing around? We are here to help! This is what we have been taught to do! Ron, Hermione come here."
He looked at his two friends and then at the students, "Take a group each. Ron go see about Zonko's and around that area, Hermione go to Honeydukes, make sure no one gets through the passageway. I'll go to the Three Broomsticks. Dean, Seamus you are with Hermione."
"I can take of myself," Hermione told him.
"I know," Harry nodded, "but it doesn't mean I can't try and protect you." He held her glaze for a moment. "Let's go. Red sparks up if there is a problem."
They separated. Harry called them all back though, "Careful all of you. Don't take chances; be on your guard at all times. This is not a time for heroics."
They went off. Harry looked at his own group, Terry Boot, Justin, Parvati and Neville and then some 7th years he didn't know. Harry was in the lead. He was looking all around for Death Eaters and people who needed help.
They got to the Three Broomsticks without any incident. Death Eaters were all around it cheering and flames were coming from the pub. All the Death Eaters were laughing as they watched the flame. Harry could hear a few woman screaming.
"Stupify!" Harry yelled. He didn't need his wand but he still used it.
"On my count water charm! 1, 2, 3 Wetarmus!" Harry yelled and 11 strands of water shot out and hit the Three Broomsticks. Water drenched the building.
They then took care of the Death Eaters stunning them as quick as they could and then when the fire was out they went in. "Careful!" Harry warned them.
Inside Harry looked around, the fire had not done that much damage to the pub. Tables were overturned, chairs were broken, and it looked like the Death Eaters had entered and taken some things before setting it on fire. Harry's eyes stopped in the corner as he saw a witch with burns on her skin. Her leg was under a fallen table and her wand no where in sight. Harry with the help of Terry Boot lifted the table and Harry treated her leg as best as he could.
"Neville! Justin!" Harry yelled. They came over quickly. "We need a place for those hurt and civilians to stay. Clean this room up as best you can. Make sure it will stay up. Tables can be used as beds and I believe there is a few more rooms here. I have to go back out."
They nodded and using magic set to work.
"Terry! Parvati!" Harry called them over. "Go out and find anyone who needs help. Bring them back here. Any civilians, hurt Order members, be careful, keep your wands out and watch your backs."
"Everyone else, no Death Eaters get in this room. You keep them out. Got it?"
They all nodded and Harry left. He had to go out and see what else he could do to help. He had never seen anything like this. The Death Eaters were destroying everything they could. Buildings were on fire, woman were screaming, children were crying and men in black and scarlet robes were dueling and running all over the place.
He saw a Death Eater running in the shadows. He was going towards the Three Broomsticks.
"Stupify!" Harry yelled.
The Death Eater got out of the way. "Avaka Kedrava!"
Harry flipped high in the air, "Expelliarmus!" it was blocked. He sent a Blinding Curse at him. "Expelliarmus!" The Death Eater's wand flew high in the air and landed in Harry's hand. He tucked the wand into his pocket and continued.
He was around the edge of Hogsmeade when he stopped running and listened. A few of the private homes were on fire. One of them which was burning Harry heard a loud crack from and glanced as what look like some of the roof caved in. He heard a woman's cry from inside. He put out the fire and as best, as he could supported the house. He then went in through a window since the door was all burned.
Inside he looked around; there was a woman with a small boy. It looked like they had burns on them. They however were leaned over someone else and Harry saw scarlet robes. He made his way over to them and looked into the face of the Order member.
It was Remus. His eyes were closed and his arm lay at a weird angle. Harry looked up; there was a huge hole in the ceiling. He looked back down at Remus he must have fallen.
"Moblicorpus." He muttered and helped the two people up. With the little boy in his arms, the woman right behind him, Harry held his wand out and they went out of the house with Remus floating behind them.
It seemed to take years to get back to the Three Broomsticks. Harry was so nervous; he couldn't let anything happen to them. He constantly was looking all around him but all the Death Eaters seemed to be busy dueling Order members. At the Three Broomsticks, Harry was pleased to see 4 students blocking the entrance. They stepped aside as Harry went through but they did not take their eyes off the street and around it.
Harry put Remus on a table and he left the woman and her child with Neville who gave the boy some water and gave the woman a smile. He nodded to the mediwizards who had arrived to care for the people. Harry went back out.
"Crucio!" Harry fell to the ground. He had just taken leave of the Three Broomsticks when from the shadows a Death Eater stepped out. The Death Eater held him under the curse for about a minute and then released it. Harry lay on the ground his eyes closed. He could hear the Death Eater approaching. The Death Eater thinking that Harry was out of it was coming to claim his prize.
The Death Eater was 5 feet away from Harry when Harry opened his eyes, saw him and shouted, "Stupify!" Caught off his guard the Death Eater fell.
Harry got up and looked around. He had just started again when he felt a sharp sting on his forehead. "Damn the snake is here." He frowned and trying to forget the pain went off.
A large crowd was gathering near the Hogsmeade station. Wondering what was going on Harry made his way over there. Civilians who seemed not to care for their well being were gathered in a circle and were watching two people dueling. A few Order members also were there. Harry made his way to the front and looked, Dumbledore was dueling Voldemort.
Harry watched his eyes wide opened and the two men dueled. Dumbledore was losing, he was blocking everything that Voldemort sent at him but it wasn't enough. He was getting tired. Harry couldn't let anything happen to Dumbledore, he just couldn't. He stepped forward to challenge Voldemort and distract him when an old man put a hand tightly on his shoulder.
"Do not interfere with their duel," he warned. "It is not right. They have the right to duel."
"I have to," Harry told him.
"People have been waiting to see this duel for 20 years, don't get in the way."
"Dumbledore is losing! How can you just stand here?"
"It is wrong to interfere with a wizard's duel."
"Crucio!" Harry whipped around to see Dumbledore falling unable to block it. His screams echoed in Harry's head.
He tried to step forward again but someone else caught him around the chest. "Don't get in the way."
"DUMBLEDORE!" Harry yelled. Harry started to struggle in the man's grip. He couldn't watch this anymore. He had to stop Voldemort; he couldn't let Dumbledore die… not now, not here.
"Let go of me!" Harry charged forward and broke away out of the reach of the villagers.
"VOLDEMORT" Harry yelled and picked up a rock. He transfigured it into a dagger. He threw it with all his might at Voldemort and caught him in the shoulder. Not seeing it coming Voldemort dropped his wand and with his other hand grabbed his shoulder.
Dumbledore twitched on the ground but no longer yelled out.
"I'm back Voldemort," Harry challenged.
Voldemort stepped back a few paces feeling the power that radiated off Harry. Voldemort tried to pick up his wand but Harry who had transfigured another rock into a dagger threw it hitting Voldemort below the elbow.
"You remember last night you dueled me? Do you not?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow. His green eyes were shining; the energy coming off him was so much.
Voldemort disappararted with a pop. There were a few more pops as his Death Eaters followed. Harry looked around and then ran over to Dumbledore. He checked his pulse he was still alive. He was weak though, very weak.
"Moblicorpus," Harry said and with his wand arm out he walked back up the castle with Dumbledore floating behind him. The Order could take care of this mess; he had to get Dumbledore to Madam Pomfrey. He had to make sure the Headmaster would be alright.
**
Harry sat next to the bed where his aged Headmaster slept peacefully. No one was going to make him move from this seat, he needed to be here, Dumbledore had always waited by his bedside.
"Mr. Potter you can come back in the tonight," Madam Pomfrey said as she bustled by.
"No, I'll stay here," Harry shook his head.
"He won't wake until he is strong enough. As old as he is that could be awhile," Madam Pomfrey tried to reason with him.
"He would be sitting here waiting for me to wake up if I was on the bed."
"Suit yourself," she said and went off to help the others.
Harry leaned back against the chair. He had acted so stupid. How could Dumbledore ever forgive for all he had done? He looked at Dumbledore and took one of his old hands in his. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
"Harry?"
"Sirius!" Harry jumped up. "What are you doing here?"
He had not seen Sirius since September. He looked much better than the last time he had seen him. He ran to his godfather and hugged him.
"Remus got hit bad, took a nasty fall or something and I came to see him," Sirius shrugged. "And I wanted to see you."
"I've missed you," Harry hugged him again.
"I've missed you too!" Sirius grinned. "I did hear all about you though."
"Oh, I was afraid you had heard," Harry looked down.
"We will take later," Sirius told him.
"Can we pretend that nothing happened?"
"Harry I could but it would be better to talk. Don't worry I'm not angry," Sirius winked at him.
Harry nodded.
"I'll be over with Remus if you need me," Sirius pointed to a few beds away. "You look like you want to be alone."
He sat there for hours watching the Headmaster. The day went on, classes were canceled but if they were on Harry wouldn't have bothered going. Madam Pomfrey bustled around making the other 10 people in the room comfortable. Now it had been awhile since she came around.
Harry took the Headmaster's warm hand in his again. He grasped it between his two hands. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His head was bent and touched his hands. "I've acted like a fool, like a child trying to run. How didn't you kill or expel me? I'm sorry. I thought that if I didn't want to fight I wouldn't have to. I know you can't escape who you are but it seemed like a good idea to try. I'm sorry I put you through so much grief. Please forgive me, though I don't know how you could."
He held on to Dumbledore's hand but leaned back in the chair. He closed his eyes and thought about the morning it had been a tough exhausting morning. He could still see the masks of the Death Eaters and the fires on the houses. He could see Voldemort dueling with Dumbledore. He could see Dumbledore twitching on the ground painfully.
He opened his eyes again, he thought he had heard Dumbledore move. He looked; no he was asleep.
"I forgive…you Harry."
Harry's eyes opened wide. "Sir."
"Tired."
"Sleep well sir," Harry nodded. He got up and went to tell Madam Pomfrey that Dumbledore had woken up but went back to sleep. She nodded relieved.
**
Dumbledore slept for two days and Harry sat there the entire time. Sirius who started to complain of the odor in the room forced him into the shower. Remus had been awake for a day but wasn't allowed up. Madam Pomfrey had fixed his back but told him he would be a little sore.
It was dinnertime when the Headmaster woke again. Harry was eating food that Sirius had brought him.
"Harry."
Harry quickly put down the food and picked up Dumbledore's hand.
"Sir."
"Thank you," Dumbledore smiled. He sat up after making sure Madam Pomfrey wasn't in sight. "What are the numbers?"
"Well there are 10 people here," Harry looked around. "Simon died. He was the only one. We got 5 Death Eaters and the wands of 4 Death Eaters."
"I'm sorry to hear about Simon," Dumbledore bowed his head. He looked up and glanced around. "How did I make it out alive?"
"Well you know how you aren't suppose to interfere with a wizard's duel?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Well I interfered. I put a few knives in him."
"I thank you. I thought I was dead." Dumbledore smiled at him.
"Everyone was telling me not to interfere but I thought you were done. I couldn't let that happen to you, not before we settled a few things."
"Thank you," said Dumbledore.
They were silent for a few minutes. Harry was working up the courage to speak, it had been easier when Dumbledore had been asleep and couldn't say anything.
"I'm… I'm sorry for the way I acted," Harry blurted around finally.
"I forgive you."
"How? I acted like a total prat?" Harry asked.
"You are young and you went through a difficult time. I knew you would come around sooner or later."
"Meaning if I got involved in a battle?" Harry asked.
"You were born to fight Harry."
"I don't know, I just looked around, I heard voices reliving everything. I realized that I was acting who I'm supposed to be. And I looked around at the students, they had no idea what to do, they didn't know how to begin. But I did, and things just set back into place." Harry grinned weakly, "I'll let you get some sleep."
"I feel like I own you my life," Dumbledore smiled.
"No need, we are even. You saved mine by making me fight." Harry left.
**
School had been going on while Harry had been in the hospital wing but only Snape complained about his absence. He said that Harry had no right to skip class and for that he should fail, Dumbledore from the hospital wing made it clear to Snape that he would not fail Harry. Even now, when the fifth years were in Potions Harry was up in his room.
"Incedio!" Harry pointed at a pile of tricks. They started to burn. He had been doing this for about 10 minutes when he heard a voice from the door.
"Oh my heart," Sirius stood at the door with his hand over his heart. "Its breaking watching those tricks burn."
"Take whatever you like, there is the pile," Harry told him.
"Wow, this is a lot of stuff," Sirius quickly went over to it.
"I got good deals from the Weasleys."
"Never know when this stuff might be useful," Sirius grabbed a few items.
Harry sat down on his bed, "How is Remus?"
"He's good, we are going home for awhile today."
"That means I won't see you," Harry frowned.
"Owl me," Sirius shrugged. "Anyway I promised you a talk."
"Oh." Harry looked away.
"Hey, its okay," Sirius said. "I'm not mad. I know what Fletch said and I think I know why it made you upset. You did what you though were right and it just happened to backfire. You know it was wrong though so don't worry about it."
"I walked right into Voldemort's trap," Harry raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well between us I'm not happy with the Order," Sirius patted him on the shoulder. "It makes sense and you saw it. They should have listened to you."
"I went because no one was listening. I don't know if I thought I could have saved you single handlingly but I wasn't thinking straight. No one was listening; you were in pain, Cedric was telling me to help you. I just had to get you out."
"My hero," Sirius put a hand in his hair. "You will make a good Phoenix when you graduate. I'm out of here."
Harry picked up a Canary Cream. "Hungry?"
"Always."
Harry tossed the trick to him. Sirius ate it.
"Got you bad," Harry laughed now looking at the canary that flew around. He waited for Sirius to change back.
"I sometimes hate you being so much like your father," Sirius said and back himself he pulled Harry into a headlock both laughing hard.
