(A/N: I am so sorry it's taken me so long to write this chapter. So, I'm
pretty sure this will be the last chapter, although I might write a
prologue. Okay, so thanks to anyone who has ever left me reviews, and
here's chapter 11!)
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Hazel awoke to the yell of Ron Weasley on Christmas morning.
"Wake up! Hazel, Hermione, get down here quick!"
"What is it?" Hermione groaned from the bed over.
"Just get UP!" yelled Ron.
Hazel and Hermione got up, Hazel wearing her maroon and silver snowflake pajamas, and Hermione wearing a yellow dressing gown.
"What is it, Ron?" asked Hazel. "Its only Christmas!"
"Harry's gone."
"WHAT?!" yelled both the girls.
"What I said, Harry's gone. And I talked to McGonagal, and she said that Draco was missing too.he must have taken Harry."
Hermione screamed, which was very unlike her. "Malfoy could have taken him to Voldemort, oh no, Ron what do we DO?!"
"It's okay, calm down!" said Ron, giving her a hug. But Hazel could see that he too was scared.
"Listen you guys, don't worry. You have to go find Sirius Black and Remus Lupin now. Remus is my uncle, tell him what happened, and tell them I've gone ahead but I'll need help," said Hazel quickly.
"What are you going to do?" asked Ron, surprised.
"I'm going to go find Harry and Draco." Hazel replied. "You guys have to hurry, go find my uncle quickly, I have to leave now!"
With that, Hazel ran up to her dormitory, pulled on some clothes, and grabbed her Starfire broomstick. Then, using a spell to shatter the glass, flew out of the window, and away from Hogwarts.
Ron and Hermione ran off to find Snuffles.
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Draco was thrown hard against a tree as his father walked up to Voldemort. He was back to power, and more dangerous than ever. Draco and Harry were in the very center of the Dark Forest, along with all the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself.
"Welcome, Luscius. I see you have brought me Harry Potter. Well done, to you and your son. Draco, come here," Voldemort commanded in a soft but raspy evil voice.
Draco stepped forward. He didn't know how much longer he could stand pretending to be like his father. Every fiber of his body yearned to break free, to be himself, to love, to feel, to smile! But now he had betrayed himself ultimately, and there was no going back. He had taken Harry Potter to Voldemort, and now there was only one thing that he could do.
"Well done, Draco," Voldemort whispered. "You will make a Death Eater yet."
Voldemort turned to Harry, who was standing in the middle of the clearing, with his wand ready.
"Now, now Harry. Don't think you can get away this time. Put that silly wand down. Today, Potter, you will die. But first I think you shall suffer."
Voldemort pulled out his wand and there was an eruption of light as he yelled out: "Corpus Taera!"
It was the spell of everlasting pain until death. Harry screamed as it hit him, using his wand to shield himself. It worked. The spell disappeared but Harry's wand shattered in front of him.
Voldemort was enraged, and fired the spell again, even stronger than before. This time Harry had no wand to protect him. The spell raced towards him, aiming strait for his heart. Suddenly, a figure threw themselves in front of Harry, taking the full blast of the spell.
It was then that Hazel flew into the clearing, and screamed when she saw what had happened. Draco Malfoy was lying on the ground, his face twisted with pain, breathing harshly. Harry Potter was thrown against a tree, unconscious. Hazel jumped off her broom and ran over to Draco.
"Draco," she whispered, tears running down her face, "what happened?"
"Voldemort," he whispered back, choking on his words, "he tried, tried to kill Harry, but I stepped, I stepped in the way of the spell."
Hazel could not control her emotions. She swore and continued to cry.
Draco began to cough, unable to breathe properly. Hazel leaned over him, and held him close to her. His coughing subsided, but his breathing was now very weak.
She raised her head and looked into his eyes. They seemed so soft and blue, totally different from the usual steely grey. He, too, was crying, but tried to smile. He managed to lean forward, and kissed Hazel. The kiss was so sweet and soft. They broke apart, and Draco lay back down, his head resting on the dirt.
"I love you," he whispered. Hazel grabbed his hand and pressed it to her cheek. His breathing became slower and slower, until it finally stopped. Tears running down her cheeks, Hazel kissed his forehead softly, and stood up.
Voldemort was watching her, and the Death Eaters had all backed away. Harry woke up, and groaned in pain. Hazel walked slowly over to him, and helped him stand up. She hugged him briefly, before turning to face Voldemort.
"So you have come at last," he said.
Hazel was silent.
"Don't think you can stop me, child," said Voldemort, and pulled out his wand.
Hazel was breathing fast. She knew what she had to do, but was afraid to do it.
Voldemort raised his wand, and screamed the spell of death in a bone- chilling voice. "Avada Kedrava!"
Hazel, too yelled out a spell. "Soulus Olimbus!"
By doing this, she threw her very life into Harry. Then she uttered the spell of death, just as Voldemort had. She put all of her magic into it, and it hit Voldemort's heart with such power that he shattered into a thousand pieces. The spell Voldemort had sent towards Harry hit him, going strait into his heart. Hazel and Harry both screamed at the same time, the sound echoing throughout the forest.
Hazel fell to the ground, her life and magic gone forever. She lay for a moment, gazing up into the sky, snowflakes falling around her. Harry ran to her, and knelt beside her, silent tears flowing down his cheeks. He brushed a snowflake from her face, and she smiled, before closing her eyes for the last time. Darkness came forth, and she was lost in it forever. She had given her life to save Harry, and used her magic to destroy Voldemort once and for all. She would be remembered for eternity, in books and stories, but most dearly in the hearts of those who loved her. She had lived her life, made a choice, and passed into darkness. All for a boy, with eyes as blue as the sky on a clear winter's day. All for Harry Potter.
THE END
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written by
flutterby
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(A/N: Please review and tell me what you thought of my story. Thank you. Luv, flutterby)
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Hazel awoke to the yell of Ron Weasley on Christmas morning.
"Wake up! Hazel, Hermione, get down here quick!"
"What is it?" Hermione groaned from the bed over.
"Just get UP!" yelled Ron.
Hazel and Hermione got up, Hazel wearing her maroon and silver snowflake pajamas, and Hermione wearing a yellow dressing gown.
"What is it, Ron?" asked Hazel. "Its only Christmas!"
"Harry's gone."
"WHAT?!" yelled both the girls.
"What I said, Harry's gone. And I talked to McGonagal, and she said that Draco was missing too.he must have taken Harry."
Hermione screamed, which was very unlike her. "Malfoy could have taken him to Voldemort, oh no, Ron what do we DO?!"
"It's okay, calm down!" said Ron, giving her a hug. But Hazel could see that he too was scared.
"Listen you guys, don't worry. You have to go find Sirius Black and Remus Lupin now. Remus is my uncle, tell him what happened, and tell them I've gone ahead but I'll need help," said Hazel quickly.
"What are you going to do?" asked Ron, surprised.
"I'm going to go find Harry and Draco." Hazel replied. "You guys have to hurry, go find my uncle quickly, I have to leave now!"
With that, Hazel ran up to her dormitory, pulled on some clothes, and grabbed her Starfire broomstick. Then, using a spell to shatter the glass, flew out of the window, and away from Hogwarts.
Ron and Hermione ran off to find Snuffles.
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Draco was thrown hard against a tree as his father walked up to Voldemort. He was back to power, and more dangerous than ever. Draco and Harry were in the very center of the Dark Forest, along with all the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself.
"Welcome, Luscius. I see you have brought me Harry Potter. Well done, to you and your son. Draco, come here," Voldemort commanded in a soft but raspy evil voice.
Draco stepped forward. He didn't know how much longer he could stand pretending to be like his father. Every fiber of his body yearned to break free, to be himself, to love, to feel, to smile! But now he had betrayed himself ultimately, and there was no going back. He had taken Harry Potter to Voldemort, and now there was only one thing that he could do.
"Well done, Draco," Voldemort whispered. "You will make a Death Eater yet."
Voldemort turned to Harry, who was standing in the middle of the clearing, with his wand ready.
"Now, now Harry. Don't think you can get away this time. Put that silly wand down. Today, Potter, you will die. But first I think you shall suffer."
Voldemort pulled out his wand and there was an eruption of light as he yelled out: "Corpus Taera!"
It was the spell of everlasting pain until death. Harry screamed as it hit him, using his wand to shield himself. It worked. The spell disappeared but Harry's wand shattered in front of him.
Voldemort was enraged, and fired the spell again, even stronger than before. This time Harry had no wand to protect him. The spell raced towards him, aiming strait for his heart. Suddenly, a figure threw themselves in front of Harry, taking the full blast of the spell.
It was then that Hazel flew into the clearing, and screamed when she saw what had happened. Draco Malfoy was lying on the ground, his face twisted with pain, breathing harshly. Harry Potter was thrown against a tree, unconscious. Hazel jumped off her broom and ran over to Draco.
"Draco," she whispered, tears running down her face, "what happened?"
"Voldemort," he whispered back, choking on his words, "he tried, tried to kill Harry, but I stepped, I stepped in the way of the spell."
Hazel could not control her emotions. She swore and continued to cry.
Draco began to cough, unable to breathe properly. Hazel leaned over him, and held him close to her. His coughing subsided, but his breathing was now very weak.
She raised her head and looked into his eyes. They seemed so soft and blue, totally different from the usual steely grey. He, too, was crying, but tried to smile. He managed to lean forward, and kissed Hazel. The kiss was so sweet and soft. They broke apart, and Draco lay back down, his head resting on the dirt.
"I love you," he whispered. Hazel grabbed his hand and pressed it to her cheek. His breathing became slower and slower, until it finally stopped. Tears running down her cheeks, Hazel kissed his forehead softly, and stood up.
Voldemort was watching her, and the Death Eaters had all backed away. Harry woke up, and groaned in pain. Hazel walked slowly over to him, and helped him stand up. She hugged him briefly, before turning to face Voldemort.
"So you have come at last," he said.
Hazel was silent.
"Don't think you can stop me, child," said Voldemort, and pulled out his wand.
Hazel was breathing fast. She knew what she had to do, but was afraid to do it.
Voldemort raised his wand, and screamed the spell of death in a bone- chilling voice. "Avada Kedrava!"
Hazel, too yelled out a spell. "Soulus Olimbus!"
By doing this, she threw her very life into Harry. Then she uttered the spell of death, just as Voldemort had. She put all of her magic into it, and it hit Voldemort's heart with such power that he shattered into a thousand pieces. The spell Voldemort had sent towards Harry hit him, going strait into his heart. Hazel and Harry both screamed at the same time, the sound echoing throughout the forest.
Hazel fell to the ground, her life and magic gone forever. She lay for a moment, gazing up into the sky, snowflakes falling around her. Harry ran to her, and knelt beside her, silent tears flowing down his cheeks. He brushed a snowflake from her face, and she smiled, before closing her eyes for the last time. Darkness came forth, and she was lost in it forever. She had given her life to save Harry, and used her magic to destroy Voldemort once and for all. She would be remembered for eternity, in books and stories, but most dearly in the hearts of those who loved her. She had lived her life, made a choice, and passed into darkness. All for a boy, with eyes as blue as the sky on a clear winter's day. All for Harry Potter.
THE END
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written by
flutterby
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(A/N: Please review and tell me what you thought of my story. Thank you. Luv, flutterby)