HI EVERYONE! I just bought Order of the Phoenix today. it's a good book.
However, it inspired me to continue on with my story, so here I am, and
here you are, reading what I have written.
NOTE: Perhaps you all remember, but this is a reminder. FFX-2 has not taken place, neither has Order of the Phoenix. This fic takes place during the time that FFX-2 and O of the P would have taken place, only things happened my way.
Long, action filled chapter here.
WARNING: This chapter may get a little violent, but action is what you've wanted all along, right?!?!?!
I own nothing.except the copy of Order of the Phoenix I just bought today.Do I even own that? Please don't take it from me.
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About 20 of Voldemort's closet followers raced into the room, raising their wands.
"A nice little slaughter should tell the world our dark Lord has returned." a Deatheater yelled to the crowd. Unknown to everyone except Draco, this man was actually his father.
"Get past us first, old man." Auron yelled, drawing his blade. "Yea, pops, you got some serious issues thinking you can just walk in here without a fight!" Rikku joined her older associate. "Khimahri will run you through on my lance!" the blue warrior cried out. "We dispose of you quickly and efficiently, with a great deal of pain for you," Lulu added. "And we won't let you hurt anybody, understand!" Yuna commanded.
"The Dark Lord will kill you, fools!" Draco yelled to the Spirians, as he joined his place among the Deatheaters. "The Dark lord will reign supreme!"
"Insolent fools, you will perish just as everyone who has tried to oppose me." Lucious Malfoy said. "Kill these fools!" he commanded his followers.
The first five Deatheaters all stepped forward, casting a powerful Avada Kedavra spell. Each of the casters had used the spell countless times to aid their master, and they were all certain the spell would make an example out of the fools who oppose Voldemort.
"Mega Reflect!" Yuna screamed.
Five people fell to the floor, dead; the same five who cast the death spell.
"Firaga!" the black mage yelled, killing another five with intense, incinerating flames. Khimahri added his Fire Breathe overdrive, burning another 5 to a crisp.
Now, only five Deatheaters remained alive. Auron and Rikku stepped forth, and with swift powerful movements, added a red tint to their weapons and killed the rest of the Deatheaters.
"Is that the best challenge your warriors can provide?!" the red-clad swordsman challenged the two Malfoys "That was easy!" Rikku chirped. "If that's the best you got, I have no idea why nobody killed you before now!" Lulu added. The Spirians stepped forward, as the father and son Deatheaters stepped back.
"What do we do to these two??" Rikku asked. She said it in such an innocent voice, you'd never know she was asking how to kill them. "We leave them, for later." Auron stated. "Why not kill them now??" Rikku replied, whining.
"Because, we need to leave some alive, so we can question them once we're done slaughtering the rest. These two will tell use all their secrets."
"We'll die before we betray Lord Voldemort! You'll soon die a painful death at his hand, foolish outsiders!!!" the elder Malfoy spat.
"We'll ask you questions later, so stay around for awhile." Lulu said, raising her hand. "Doublecast, STOP!" And with that powerful spell, both Malfoy's were transformed into temporary statues, unable to move in any way.
"Let's go." Yuna piped up. She had been silent for quite awhile, perhaps with thoughts of Tidus clouding her mind. "Let's go find Uncle Cid. We need to warn him that enemies have arrived here."
"Wait!" yelled out Snape. Yuna turned to face him. Underneath his ugly and seemingly hateful exterior lied a man who wished to aid in stopping Voldemort. Yuna could see that in his eyes. "What can I do to help you?" he asked. His voice, for once, was humble and honest.
"Please, Yuna looked over the crowd of school children. They were scared, shaken. She replied, "Guard these children." Snape simply nodded. Yuna turned towards her friends, her eyes beginning to become watery. They were once again, fighting the good fight. Together, as a group. The only one missing was...
"Let's go." Yuna instructed.
And with that, the guardians once again followed their summoner.
Elsewhere within the castle, at Dumbledore's office.
"So the Farplane's wall has broken, has it?" asked Dumbledore. "Yea." The bald, energetic Al bhed replied. "Fiends are everywhere. It's like the gates o' hell were opened or sumthin'."
"Is there no one with the ability to fix this?"
"We've tried, believe me. But it takes a magic unlike anything either of us could imagine to fix a whole in that there farplane."
"What could have punctured this hole?"
"Damn!" Cid was stumped. He didn't have a clue. The only being he could think of with power on that magnitude was Sin. He sat there thinking for a moment, than looked up to see Dumbledore's eyes focused yet livid. "Hey man you gotta calm down, I know it's a bad situation but-"
"Well, it looks like its come down to this, has it?" a cold, raspy voice said.
"Hey who the hell interrupts me?!" Cid yelled, turning to face the jerk off who butted into his conversation only to find a man that wasn't human. A man who was feared all throughout the wizard world...
The word escaped Dumbledore's lips. "Voldemort."
Back in the Great Hall.
Harry was freaking out. Although the teachers had taken control of the situation (as much as they could, anyway), he still felt a tugging at his soul. He couldn't sit here knowing the man who killed his parents was in the same castle. He wanted revenge on Voldemort, the man who killed his parents, killed Cedric, and nearly killed him on more than one occasion. His two friends tried to console him. "Harry, please, don't try anything rash," they told him. "You'll die if you leave this room." they said. He felt strength welling up deep inside him, a deep anger and hatred for Voldemort. He had never felt like this before in his life. It was not anger, not bravery, not even determination. It was. . destiny. "Look." Potter stated. The Spirians were all leaving the room. "Where could they be going?" Ron asked. Part of Hermione wanted to yell out, "TO serve You-Know- Who, that's what!" However, she did just see them kill a large group of Deatheaters, and petrify Malfoy in time, so.
"I'm following them." The raven-haired teenage wizard said. There was no indecision in his voice, or his soul- live or die, he had to confront Voldemort. He had to try to avenge his parents, even if at the cost of his own life. "Harry, don't!" Hermione said to him, but he already left his seat. Among all the confusion and chaos in the Great Hall and Snape trying to calm the kids (wait, Snape being kind? Guess there's a first for everything), and the Spirians graceful enough to leave the door slightly open, open enough for him to slide by, he slipped through unnoticed, as he always did.
In the Deatheater-infested hallways of Hogwarts.
"Cut through these, and move on!" a former warrior-monk commanded. "We must find Cid and warn him!" He was trailed by Rikku and Khimarhi. Lulu and Yuna were straggling behind.
"You'll never get past us!" a random Deatheater yelled, backed by two more. Auron leapt forward, and with one swing of his mighty blade, killed all three. Auron spotted a large group of Deatheaters heading right for him. "TORNADO!" he yelled, swinging his blade around, its immense power creating a whirlwind that lifted the Deatheaters off the ground before they could reach him. He tossed his sake jug into the wind, and with a large explosion the whirlwind burst into flames. The charred bodies of Deatheaters fell to the ground.
Over ten Deatheaters were trying desperately to control Khimahri with the Control spell, but the blue beast has used Mighty Guard, making their magic less effective by a considerable amount. Fire burned in the Ronso's eyes. He was once again, a proud warrior. He stabbed forward with his Spirit Lance, killing one easily. The other nine turned to run, but were stopped in their tracks by Khimahri's ever-faithful Stone Breath attack. Their bodies shattered into a million pieces, littering the floor.
Rikku was enjoying herself. Godhand on her arm, grenades in the other, what more can a girl need?? She especially enjoyed how they all underestimated a young blonde girl. "Stop there!" a Deatheater yelled, but Rikku jumped onto the man, slicing his chest open with Godhand. Another ran to avenge his fallen comrade, casting an Adava Kedavra. Rikku, however, with the young, agile body of a teenage girl, easily dodged. She threw something small and round at the Deatheater, but it narrowly missed. "I'll kill you!" he yelled, and raised his wand to cast the death-spell again. "Nope, you won't!" Rikku taunted sweetly, as a bone-shattering explosion killed the man, sending his body flying. "Don't these people know what grenades are?! They think I'm trying rocks at them or something?" Rikku cheered herself on, laughing to herself at how easy it this was. Nothing like fighting fiends in Spira... The cheerful blonde continued following Auron and Khimahri. She looked over her shoulder, wondering where her two female companions went off to.
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I'll leave off there. R&R!!!!
Thanks
~Ultimate God of Destruction.
NOTE: Perhaps you all remember, but this is a reminder. FFX-2 has not taken place, neither has Order of the Phoenix. This fic takes place during the time that FFX-2 and O of the P would have taken place, only things happened my way.
Long, action filled chapter here.
WARNING: This chapter may get a little violent, but action is what you've wanted all along, right?!?!?!
I own nothing.except the copy of Order of the Phoenix I just bought today.Do I even own that? Please don't take it from me.
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About 20 of Voldemort's closet followers raced into the room, raising their wands.
"A nice little slaughter should tell the world our dark Lord has returned." a Deatheater yelled to the crowd. Unknown to everyone except Draco, this man was actually his father.
"Get past us first, old man." Auron yelled, drawing his blade. "Yea, pops, you got some serious issues thinking you can just walk in here without a fight!" Rikku joined her older associate. "Khimahri will run you through on my lance!" the blue warrior cried out. "We dispose of you quickly and efficiently, with a great deal of pain for you," Lulu added. "And we won't let you hurt anybody, understand!" Yuna commanded.
"The Dark Lord will kill you, fools!" Draco yelled to the Spirians, as he joined his place among the Deatheaters. "The Dark lord will reign supreme!"
"Insolent fools, you will perish just as everyone who has tried to oppose me." Lucious Malfoy said. "Kill these fools!" he commanded his followers.
The first five Deatheaters all stepped forward, casting a powerful Avada Kedavra spell. Each of the casters had used the spell countless times to aid their master, and they were all certain the spell would make an example out of the fools who oppose Voldemort.
"Mega Reflect!" Yuna screamed.
Five people fell to the floor, dead; the same five who cast the death spell.
"Firaga!" the black mage yelled, killing another five with intense, incinerating flames. Khimahri added his Fire Breathe overdrive, burning another 5 to a crisp.
Now, only five Deatheaters remained alive. Auron and Rikku stepped forth, and with swift powerful movements, added a red tint to their weapons and killed the rest of the Deatheaters.
"Is that the best challenge your warriors can provide?!" the red-clad swordsman challenged the two Malfoys "That was easy!" Rikku chirped. "If that's the best you got, I have no idea why nobody killed you before now!" Lulu added. The Spirians stepped forward, as the father and son Deatheaters stepped back.
"What do we do to these two??" Rikku asked. She said it in such an innocent voice, you'd never know she was asking how to kill them. "We leave them, for later." Auron stated. "Why not kill them now??" Rikku replied, whining.
"Because, we need to leave some alive, so we can question them once we're done slaughtering the rest. These two will tell use all their secrets."
"We'll die before we betray Lord Voldemort! You'll soon die a painful death at his hand, foolish outsiders!!!" the elder Malfoy spat.
"We'll ask you questions later, so stay around for awhile." Lulu said, raising her hand. "Doublecast, STOP!" And with that powerful spell, both Malfoy's were transformed into temporary statues, unable to move in any way.
"Let's go." Yuna piped up. She had been silent for quite awhile, perhaps with thoughts of Tidus clouding her mind. "Let's go find Uncle Cid. We need to warn him that enemies have arrived here."
"Wait!" yelled out Snape. Yuna turned to face him. Underneath his ugly and seemingly hateful exterior lied a man who wished to aid in stopping Voldemort. Yuna could see that in his eyes. "What can I do to help you?" he asked. His voice, for once, was humble and honest.
"Please, Yuna looked over the crowd of school children. They were scared, shaken. She replied, "Guard these children." Snape simply nodded. Yuna turned towards her friends, her eyes beginning to become watery. They were once again, fighting the good fight. Together, as a group. The only one missing was...
"Let's go." Yuna instructed.
And with that, the guardians once again followed their summoner.
Elsewhere within the castle, at Dumbledore's office.
"So the Farplane's wall has broken, has it?" asked Dumbledore. "Yea." The bald, energetic Al bhed replied. "Fiends are everywhere. It's like the gates o' hell were opened or sumthin'."
"Is there no one with the ability to fix this?"
"We've tried, believe me. But it takes a magic unlike anything either of us could imagine to fix a whole in that there farplane."
"What could have punctured this hole?"
"Damn!" Cid was stumped. He didn't have a clue. The only being he could think of with power on that magnitude was Sin. He sat there thinking for a moment, than looked up to see Dumbledore's eyes focused yet livid. "Hey man you gotta calm down, I know it's a bad situation but-"
"Well, it looks like its come down to this, has it?" a cold, raspy voice said.
"Hey who the hell interrupts me?!" Cid yelled, turning to face the jerk off who butted into his conversation only to find a man that wasn't human. A man who was feared all throughout the wizard world...
The word escaped Dumbledore's lips. "Voldemort."
Back in the Great Hall.
Harry was freaking out. Although the teachers had taken control of the situation (as much as they could, anyway), he still felt a tugging at his soul. He couldn't sit here knowing the man who killed his parents was in the same castle. He wanted revenge on Voldemort, the man who killed his parents, killed Cedric, and nearly killed him on more than one occasion. His two friends tried to console him. "Harry, please, don't try anything rash," they told him. "You'll die if you leave this room." they said. He felt strength welling up deep inside him, a deep anger and hatred for Voldemort. He had never felt like this before in his life. It was not anger, not bravery, not even determination. It was. . destiny. "Look." Potter stated. The Spirians were all leaving the room. "Where could they be going?" Ron asked. Part of Hermione wanted to yell out, "TO serve You-Know- Who, that's what!" However, she did just see them kill a large group of Deatheaters, and petrify Malfoy in time, so.
"I'm following them." The raven-haired teenage wizard said. There was no indecision in his voice, or his soul- live or die, he had to confront Voldemort. He had to try to avenge his parents, even if at the cost of his own life. "Harry, don't!" Hermione said to him, but he already left his seat. Among all the confusion and chaos in the Great Hall and Snape trying to calm the kids (wait, Snape being kind? Guess there's a first for everything), and the Spirians graceful enough to leave the door slightly open, open enough for him to slide by, he slipped through unnoticed, as he always did.
In the Deatheater-infested hallways of Hogwarts.
"Cut through these, and move on!" a former warrior-monk commanded. "We must find Cid and warn him!" He was trailed by Rikku and Khimarhi. Lulu and Yuna were straggling behind.
"You'll never get past us!" a random Deatheater yelled, backed by two more. Auron leapt forward, and with one swing of his mighty blade, killed all three. Auron spotted a large group of Deatheaters heading right for him. "TORNADO!" he yelled, swinging his blade around, its immense power creating a whirlwind that lifted the Deatheaters off the ground before they could reach him. He tossed his sake jug into the wind, and with a large explosion the whirlwind burst into flames. The charred bodies of Deatheaters fell to the ground.
Over ten Deatheaters were trying desperately to control Khimahri with the Control spell, but the blue beast has used Mighty Guard, making their magic less effective by a considerable amount. Fire burned in the Ronso's eyes. He was once again, a proud warrior. He stabbed forward with his Spirit Lance, killing one easily. The other nine turned to run, but were stopped in their tracks by Khimahri's ever-faithful Stone Breath attack. Their bodies shattered into a million pieces, littering the floor.
Rikku was enjoying herself. Godhand on her arm, grenades in the other, what more can a girl need?? She especially enjoyed how they all underestimated a young blonde girl. "Stop there!" a Deatheater yelled, but Rikku jumped onto the man, slicing his chest open with Godhand. Another ran to avenge his fallen comrade, casting an Adava Kedavra. Rikku, however, with the young, agile body of a teenage girl, easily dodged. She threw something small and round at the Deatheater, but it narrowly missed. "I'll kill you!" he yelled, and raised his wand to cast the death-spell again. "Nope, you won't!" Rikku taunted sweetly, as a bone-shattering explosion killed the man, sending his body flying. "Don't these people know what grenades are?! They think I'm trying rocks at them or something?" Rikku cheered herself on, laughing to herself at how easy it this was. Nothing like fighting fiends in Spira... The cheerful blonde continued following Auron and Khimahri. She looked over her shoulder, wondering where her two female companions went off to.
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I'll leave off there. R&R!!!!
Thanks
~Ultimate God of Destruction.
