Okay, here goes. This is the climax of the story- Harry shows up, a little head to head with Voldemort, and parting ways. I'm busy with other fanfics, I haven't really had time to write. But I have time now- no homework! So I'm gonna finish off the story.
Chapter 7- Magic and Mayhem
Mulder groaned and pushed himself off the couch when the knocking didn't stop. He trudged toward the door. He stopped when he saw the raven-haired boy standing patiently on the porch. Looking questioningly at Mulder, he waved and motioned for him to open the door. Mulder held up one finger and disappeared up the stairs.
"Um, Sirius? Are you in here?" Mulder stood outside the door to Sirius's room.
"Yes, what is it?"
"There's a boy outside the door who wants to come in…"
Sirius opened the door. "Is it Harry?" he asked excitedly.
"Is what Harry?" Ron asked. He and Hermione had just come out of his room.
"Someone's at the door." Mulder said. The three of them raced downstairs. Scully, rounding the corner, gave him a 'what's going on' look. He shrugged and followed the others. He reached the door just in time to find Hermione drawing a snake with her wand.
Though Mulder was not sure how this was supposed to help, the boy apparently comprehended. He stared at a spot on the door, probably the snake knocker. Mulder saw his mouth move, and the door made a loud show of unlocking and opened slowly.
"Harry!" Hermione and Ron jumped on him simultaneously, Ron's bulk knocking him backwards. After staggering under their combined weight for a minute, he hugged Sirius.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter," he said, holding out a hand to Mulder.
"I'm Special Agent Mulder, of the FBI. This is my partner, Special Agent Scully." He shook Harry's hand solemnly.
"What, Frenzied Blokes In bikinis?" Harry joked.
Mulder stared incredulously. No way they could all come up with the same one. No possible way. Mulder was having the time of his life, being there with these magical people.
"Harry, where's your trunk?" Sirius asked.
"I came from Ron's house. My stuff is there. Only a week left until start of term, so I figured I'd come to find you." He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry I'm so late. I couldn't get away from my uncle's house until a few days later than I planned. Then I…I got lost. Oh, shut up, Ron! You weren't the one looking for the house. It's really hard to find."
"Yeah, it is," Mulder agreed. Everyone there, including Scully, turned slowly to look at him. "Well, it is," he repeated quietly.
"Anyway, after a while, I just decided to go to the Weasleys', and from there I could find this place."
"So what-?" That was as far as Sirius got before he was distracted by a rustling of bushes. An evil laugh sounded, and they saw a glow of red eyes. Some of them knew what this meant. The others- Mulder and Scully- didn't.
"Come on!" Sirius said. He ran as fast as he could up the stairs. The remaining five ran up after him. And up. And up…And up.
"Crucio!"
Suddenly Ron had fallen, writhing on the floor, screaming in pain. Hermione struggled against Sirius's arms to run to him. Harry, however, was untrammeled. He turned and raced back down, aiming a spell at the dark man. When he turned to counter it, their wands connected with a beam of yellow light.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron gasped. He was still in pain from a few moments before.
"Don't worry, Ron. Just go."
"Harry…"
"Don't argue! I know what I'm doing. Sirius, get Ron away."
Ron did appear to have trouble standing by himself. Sirius and Hermione dragged him away from Harry and the other man- whom Mulder now knew to be Voldemort. Mulder himself would have helped, but his arms were full- full with Scully. She had pressed herself against him just as Ron fell, and his arms were wrapped protectively around her. She was shaking uncontrollably, and every once in a while a sharp cry would escape her.
"You cannot defeat me, Harry Potter! Give in now!"
"You can't defeat me either, from what I've seen." The man's red eyes glowed more intensely, if possible.
None of the others had moved. They were disturbingly enthralled by what was happening. Mulder did not think Scully could move. He held her tightly. Glancing over, he saw that Ron had placed an arm around a wide-eyed Hermione. For once, she did not seem to have an answer.
"Sirius, do something!"
"Like what?"
"Something!"
Harry's legs were too stiff, as though he would fall if his knees weren't severely locked. Mulder knew that neither he nor Scully could have done anything in any circumstance. This was a battle between wizards.
There was a long period of strained silence. Voldemort looked too furious to speak. Harry could not waste concentration on words. Mulder only worried about Scully, who continued to shake violently. She was now whimpering steadily, and he saw tears glistening in her eyes.
Just as suddenly as Ron had fallen to the floor, Mulder heard one word bellowed.
"Stupefy!"
Voldemort fell to the floor in a cloud of smoke. The beam between the wands dissolved. Harry dropped weakly to his knees. Scully's legs ceased to support her, but Mulder held her tightly. Hermione, Ron, and Sirius all rushed to Harry's aid, kneeling beside him.
"Scully! Scully, wake up." Her head was drooping back as though her neck was devoid of muscles. Her arms hung limply, and he was supporting her entire weight. Mulder lowered her gently to the floor, and started to do all he could to help her regain consciousness.
Eventually, her eyes fluttered open. "What- Where am I?"
"That mansion, remember? It's all right, Scully, we can leave now. We don't have to stay here any longer." Mulder smoothed her hair down as he supported her with one arm.
"Where did he go?" Harry asked.
"Who?" Mulder inquired, turning.
"Voldemort. He's just- gone." Mulder saw no trace of the man. He honestly hoped never to see a trace of him ever again.
Scully recovered enough to stand, though not as quickly as Harry had. When they were finally all standing, Sirius scratched the back of his head. "You two would be leaving, then?"
"Yes," Mulder said. "I think we're all sick of this place."
"I don't know," Harry said. "It's kind of neat, actually."
Hermione and Ron gave him very obvious looks of disbelief. "Didn't you notice the likeness to certain other places we wouldn't want to be?"
"You mean the snakes? Yes, I noticed. I thought it was rather wicked." Seeing the looks on their faces, he burst out laughing. "You are so gullible. Of course I'm kidding. Didn't you think I'd guessed why there were snakes everywhere?"
Ron grinned sheepishly, but Hermione eyed him sternly. "That was not funny. If that was your idea of a joke, then you need a new idea of humor."
"But apparently there's nothing wrong with yours."
"I don't think you want to see my humor right now, Ron Weasley. You both better watch out, you might find all *your* textbooks written in Goblin." Harry and Ron exchanged disgusted looks.
Sirius stepped up to Mulder and shook his hand. "Goodbye, Mulder. It was nice to meet you." He kissed Scully's hand. "Goodbye, Scully."
She managed a weak nod.
After they had exchanged the rest of their parting words, Mulder and Scully walked out the door. To their relief, the car was still there.
End.
There's the last chapter. There's still an epilogue, so don't go anywhere yet. I promise you'll like it.
Chapter 7- Magic and Mayhem
Mulder groaned and pushed himself off the couch when the knocking didn't stop. He trudged toward the door. He stopped when he saw the raven-haired boy standing patiently on the porch. Looking questioningly at Mulder, he waved and motioned for him to open the door. Mulder held up one finger and disappeared up the stairs.
"Um, Sirius? Are you in here?" Mulder stood outside the door to Sirius's room.
"Yes, what is it?"
"There's a boy outside the door who wants to come in…"
Sirius opened the door. "Is it Harry?" he asked excitedly.
"Is what Harry?" Ron asked. He and Hermione had just come out of his room.
"Someone's at the door." Mulder said. The three of them raced downstairs. Scully, rounding the corner, gave him a 'what's going on' look. He shrugged and followed the others. He reached the door just in time to find Hermione drawing a snake with her wand.
Though Mulder was not sure how this was supposed to help, the boy apparently comprehended. He stared at a spot on the door, probably the snake knocker. Mulder saw his mouth move, and the door made a loud show of unlocking and opened slowly.
"Harry!" Hermione and Ron jumped on him simultaneously, Ron's bulk knocking him backwards. After staggering under their combined weight for a minute, he hugged Sirius.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter," he said, holding out a hand to Mulder.
"I'm Special Agent Mulder, of the FBI. This is my partner, Special Agent Scully." He shook Harry's hand solemnly.
"What, Frenzied Blokes In bikinis?" Harry joked.
Mulder stared incredulously. No way they could all come up with the same one. No possible way. Mulder was having the time of his life, being there with these magical people.
"Harry, where's your trunk?" Sirius asked.
"I came from Ron's house. My stuff is there. Only a week left until start of term, so I figured I'd come to find you." He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry I'm so late. I couldn't get away from my uncle's house until a few days later than I planned. Then I…I got lost. Oh, shut up, Ron! You weren't the one looking for the house. It's really hard to find."
"Yeah, it is," Mulder agreed. Everyone there, including Scully, turned slowly to look at him. "Well, it is," he repeated quietly.
"Anyway, after a while, I just decided to go to the Weasleys', and from there I could find this place."
"So what-?" That was as far as Sirius got before he was distracted by a rustling of bushes. An evil laugh sounded, and they saw a glow of red eyes. Some of them knew what this meant. The others- Mulder and Scully- didn't.
"Come on!" Sirius said. He ran as fast as he could up the stairs. The remaining five ran up after him. And up. And up…And up.
"Crucio!"
Suddenly Ron had fallen, writhing on the floor, screaming in pain. Hermione struggled against Sirius's arms to run to him. Harry, however, was untrammeled. He turned and raced back down, aiming a spell at the dark man. When he turned to counter it, their wands connected with a beam of yellow light.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron gasped. He was still in pain from a few moments before.
"Don't worry, Ron. Just go."
"Harry…"
"Don't argue! I know what I'm doing. Sirius, get Ron away."
Ron did appear to have trouble standing by himself. Sirius and Hermione dragged him away from Harry and the other man- whom Mulder now knew to be Voldemort. Mulder himself would have helped, but his arms were full- full with Scully. She had pressed herself against him just as Ron fell, and his arms were wrapped protectively around her. She was shaking uncontrollably, and every once in a while a sharp cry would escape her.
"You cannot defeat me, Harry Potter! Give in now!"
"You can't defeat me either, from what I've seen." The man's red eyes glowed more intensely, if possible.
None of the others had moved. They were disturbingly enthralled by what was happening. Mulder did not think Scully could move. He held her tightly. Glancing over, he saw that Ron had placed an arm around a wide-eyed Hermione. For once, she did not seem to have an answer.
"Sirius, do something!"
"Like what?"
"Something!"
Harry's legs were too stiff, as though he would fall if his knees weren't severely locked. Mulder knew that neither he nor Scully could have done anything in any circumstance. This was a battle between wizards.
There was a long period of strained silence. Voldemort looked too furious to speak. Harry could not waste concentration on words. Mulder only worried about Scully, who continued to shake violently. She was now whimpering steadily, and he saw tears glistening in her eyes.
Just as suddenly as Ron had fallen to the floor, Mulder heard one word bellowed.
"Stupefy!"
Voldemort fell to the floor in a cloud of smoke. The beam between the wands dissolved. Harry dropped weakly to his knees. Scully's legs ceased to support her, but Mulder held her tightly. Hermione, Ron, and Sirius all rushed to Harry's aid, kneeling beside him.
"Scully! Scully, wake up." Her head was drooping back as though her neck was devoid of muscles. Her arms hung limply, and he was supporting her entire weight. Mulder lowered her gently to the floor, and started to do all he could to help her regain consciousness.
Eventually, her eyes fluttered open. "What- Where am I?"
"That mansion, remember? It's all right, Scully, we can leave now. We don't have to stay here any longer." Mulder smoothed her hair down as he supported her with one arm.
"Where did he go?" Harry asked.
"Who?" Mulder inquired, turning.
"Voldemort. He's just- gone." Mulder saw no trace of the man. He honestly hoped never to see a trace of him ever again.
Scully recovered enough to stand, though not as quickly as Harry had. When they were finally all standing, Sirius scratched the back of his head. "You two would be leaving, then?"
"Yes," Mulder said. "I think we're all sick of this place."
"I don't know," Harry said. "It's kind of neat, actually."
Hermione and Ron gave him very obvious looks of disbelief. "Didn't you notice the likeness to certain other places we wouldn't want to be?"
"You mean the snakes? Yes, I noticed. I thought it was rather wicked." Seeing the looks on their faces, he burst out laughing. "You are so gullible. Of course I'm kidding. Didn't you think I'd guessed why there were snakes everywhere?"
Ron grinned sheepishly, but Hermione eyed him sternly. "That was not funny. If that was your idea of a joke, then you need a new idea of humor."
"But apparently there's nothing wrong with yours."
"I don't think you want to see my humor right now, Ron Weasley. You both better watch out, you might find all *your* textbooks written in Goblin." Harry and Ron exchanged disgusted looks.
Sirius stepped up to Mulder and shook his hand. "Goodbye, Mulder. It was nice to meet you." He kissed Scully's hand. "Goodbye, Scully."
She managed a weak nod.
After they had exchanged the rest of their parting words, Mulder and Scully walked out the door. To their relief, the car was still there.
End.
There's the last chapter. There's still an epilogue, so don't go anywhere yet. I promise you'll like it.