Year 5: War with Voldemort
Chapter 1 A rescue and a battle with Death
Screams echoed throughout the night. Professor Snape, one of the first wounded, heard the screams. His leg was cut from mid thigh to an inch above the knee, and then from an inch below the knee to an inch above the ankle; the wound was deep, so deep, the bone was showing in places. It was his duty to rescue Potter, even if he died in the process of an infected leg that had to be amputated, but a job was a job, and he headed back towards number four.
When he reached the house he saw the cloaked figure looking around wildly, leaning on the wall. Then the figure fell over in a crumpled heap, not moving. Cautiously Snape approached, hiding in the shadows. He knelt down and pulled back the hood. The pasty, gray face was totally unfamiliar, but he recognized the person once he saw the crystalline green eyes, staring at an unknown destination. The all too familiar lightning bolt scar was split open and bleeding, the blood leaving a covering on the emerald eyes. Snape shakily felt for a pulse, but was shaking so much that he wasn't sure if he felt a pulse. Harry Potter was most likely dead; he had to at least bring the body to Dumbledore.
That's exactly what Snape did, he apparated to Hogwarts and dragged himself up to the infirmary leaving a giant line of blood behind him. Ten ft. before the Infirmary's door, Snape tripped.
(Snape's P.O.V.) * I watched in horror as Potter fell from my arms and flew to hit the infirmary door. I almost threw up with him as he then threw up mass amounts of bile and blood. Then followed an ink-black cloud of black magic (that has only happened once before except it was the other way around with Merlin) that surrounded him and turned pure white before covering him, giving him life. I managed to call out to him before my world went black; I knew no more except for the image of the green eyes staring, covered with blood. * (End of Snape's P.O.V.)
Madame Pomphrey opened the door and screamed at the sight she saw. Professor Snape was lying on the stone floor, a puddle of blood surrounding him; above him, a white fireball was drawing ever closer, but continuously hitting a shield. She surmised that a battle had occurred between Snape and the fireball, but then again, she could be wrong. The fireball then broke through the shield and covered Snape. A bright light came of this, causing Mme. Pomphrey to shield her eyes. When the light died down, she saw Harry Potter carrying Snape into the Infirmary.
"What happened," demanded Madame Pomphrey.
"Voldemort and his whole inner circle came to my house to kill me; I killed four, and injured fourteen, Snape and Voldemort included. I banished Voldemort, but nearly killed myself. Snape came back to help, but the fool decided to do magic and try to bring me up to the Infirmary. He nearly made it and woke me up. You found me in one of my many comatose states; I shouldn't have been disturbed!" Harry Potter was gone in the blink of an eye (he apparated), and Snape woke up.
Two days later.
"You wanted to speak with me Headmaster."
"Oh, yes, yes," Dumbledore said distractedly. Snape gave Dumbledore a worried look.
"What's wrong, Albus?"
"There's something. off at Mr. Potter's house. The M. O. M. has found unexplained amounts of dark/ black magic being used at very odd intervals, and what's odd is his wand has not been involved at all; his wand isn't even at the house, it's here in Hogwarts, which strikes me as being odd. Would you know anything about this?" Snape paled and started moaning the word 'no' over and over again. Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on Snape's shoulder, calming him down. A few minutes later Dumbledore asked the question again, this time the answer was unexpected.
"HE'S A MERLIN!!!! HE'S A BLOODY MERLIN!! D. oh god Albus, he is a Merlin; he can't be killed," Snape shrieked/ cried. He got up and started pacing while continuing, "The first evening Voldemort called a meeting and we killed Potter's family. The whole time Potter was asleep! Potter fights like, well, like some unexplained force. He killed four of the best with only his teeth, hands and feet; he nearly caused my leg to be amputated, and, Headmaster, Voldemort's own dagger is stuck into the flesh and bone of the dark lord! Oh and I heard Potter talking, rather yelling at Poppy about being woken up in some comatose state, did you hear about this?"
"Yes I did, Severus. But what interests me is how we haven't known about this yet, with him being in school and everything. No matter, at the moment, Minerva and Molly are investigating matters at young Harry's house. There should be no other disturbances on his part; after all he is going to be with the Weasleys, he should be fine there. That is all, you may go now." During the conversation, Severus started to squirm and flex his fingers; the dark mark was calling. Oh the many chores of being a Death Eater-spy!
At the meeting/ in Harry's dream/vision.
The whole inner circle was gathered. Three stepped forward; Malfoy, Nott, and Goyle. Voldemort touched their heads and the four of them apparated away. The rest of the inner circle left. Where the four apparated to was a huge two story whitewashed stone house with a huge mahogany door, somewhere on the seaside of Devon. They swept forward through the front door, killing the young man in the parlor with various tortures. A young woman, with a full stomach was the next to die by Cruciaous. Goyle clambered up the stairs, searching each room. The last room had a young girl with bushy hair bent over the desk; she was killed by Voldemort as he entered the room. He rolled the girl over with his boot. There was Hermione's dead face staring up at Harry, accusingly, and mockingly.
Harry woke up and screamed, giving himself away to Minerva and Molly who had just walked in the door of the house. When they got up the stairs, they found Harry standing in a pile of swords and daggers, strapping them onto his body in places they couldn't possibly fit. Molly carefully cast the stunning spell, but it just hit Harry's shield and was absorbed. This brought Harry's attention to the two adults in the room. He immediately dropped the dagger that was in his hand, and backed up against the wall with a look of horror plastered on his face. The considerably smaller pile of weapons disappeared into thin air, while both Minerva and Molly cast the stunning spell. The spells hit simultaneously, breaking Harry's shield. He collapsed as the spells hit him head on and slept. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Harry woke up. He started to try to get away, and failed miserably, but captured the attention of the adults. They grabbed his trunk and apparated to Hogwarts and took Harry immediately to the Infirmary.
Dumbledore came in a few minutes later and started talking to Harry in a low voice, so low that none of the others could hear what they were talking about. Then Harry started moaning and turned extremely pale. The Headmaster placed an old hand on Harry's forehead, which put Harry immediately to sleep.
The next day when Harry awoke, Dumbledore was there at his side, muttering something very long and complex in Latin. He stopped when he saw Harry shift to sit up.
"Good afternoon Harry."
"Good afternoon Sir. What were you saying just a minute ago?"
"You could hear me?" Harry answered yes. "Well I was reciting an almost four thousand year old prophecy known as 'The Heir of the Serpent' although it is more commonly known as 'The Prophecy of the Devil'. It is a very horrific and violent prophecy. It goes: 'In the not so near future, a seeing one and non-seeing one shall have just one son. His reign of terror will start before he is even born, and last for the next forty years. A petty infant will overcome this tyrant, but the infant will bring the end of the world with the end of his life. Both are of the Serpent, both are of the worst evil this world has ever seen, and both shall rule the world with it's blood.' Joseph made this prophecy; he was the first and best wizard, or seeing one as the early people called them. He is Joseph of the Holy Bible, the Joseph that told of the dreams of the Pharaoh, the beginning of our kind, the first of the wizarding race. Now I have a feeling that this prophecy is about Tom and you, Tom Riddle that is. Which means that your death will signify the end of the world."
"I don't think so, Headmaster. I mean, the only correct part is that Riddle's parents were a muggle and a witch, his mother died giving birth to him, he brought terror for the next forty years, and I overcame him. Nothing else is true. I'm not evil, I'm not of the Serpent, and I don't rule the world with its blood."
"Not true Harry. You do rule the world, and you do rule it with its blood. The only reason you're famous is because you weren't killed when so many others were. So many others were unable to do what you did and died because of that. No this is true, except for the fact that you are the worst evil this world has seen. Now to a less morbid topic, where did Voldemort go with the three others?"
"Nope definitely not a less morbid topic, if you ask me, it is even more morbid. The four apparated to a fairly large stone house somewhere in Devon; Nott and Malfoy had fun I guess torturing the man; he wasn't even thirty! Goyle might have killed the woman with one round of Cruciatus; I'm not sure. Voldemort killed Hermione Granger with Avada Kedavra. The woman was her mother, and the man her father. Her infant sister is alive, but only just, waiting for someone to find her, waiting for someone to give her freedom, waiting in the cold darkness that refuses to release her. You must hurry Headmaster, she is dying fast, the life leaving her little cold body quickly, returning her to the master of life."
"I thank you my boy. You are to go to Mr. Weasley's for the rest of the summer. I will rescue Hermione's sister now. Good day."
Exciting little chapter wasn't it!? I hope you liked it, cause I sure had fun writing it! Please review, I must have at least five reviews to continue. Then you can find out what happens to Hermione's sister. My muse, Satan, is already giving me ideas for the next chapter, so give a quick review on how you liked it. If you hated it say so and tell me what I should change, I'm always open to new ideas! See you on the flip side!
Chapter 1 A rescue and a battle with Death
Screams echoed throughout the night. Professor Snape, one of the first wounded, heard the screams. His leg was cut from mid thigh to an inch above the knee, and then from an inch below the knee to an inch above the ankle; the wound was deep, so deep, the bone was showing in places. It was his duty to rescue Potter, even if he died in the process of an infected leg that had to be amputated, but a job was a job, and he headed back towards number four.
When he reached the house he saw the cloaked figure looking around wildly, leaning on the wall. Then the figure fell over in a crumpled heap, not moving. Cautiously Snape approached, hiding in the shadows. He knelt down and pulled back the hood. The pasty, gray face was totally unfamiliar, but he recognized the person once he saw the crystalline green eyes, staring at an unknown destination. The all too familiar lightning bolt scar was split open and bleeding, the blood leaving a covering on the emerald eyes. Snape shakily felt for a pulse, but was shaking so much that he wasn't sure if he felt a pulse. Harry Potter was most likely dead; he had to at least bring the body to Dumbledore.
That's exactly what Snape did, he apparated to Hogwarts and dragged himself up to the infirmary leaving a giant line of blood behind him. Ten ft. before the Infirmary's door, Snape tripped.
(Snape's P.O.V.) * I watched in horror as Potter fell from my arms and flew to hit the infirmary door. I almost threw up with him as he then threw up mass amounts of bile and blood. Then followed an ink-black cloud of black magic (that has only happened once before except it was the other way around with Merlin) that surrounded him and turned pure white before covering him, giving him life. I managed to call out to him before my world went black; I knew no more except for the image of the green eyes staring, covered with blood. * (End of Snape's P.O.V.)
Madame Pomphrey opened the door and screamed at the sight she saw. Professor Snape was lying on the stone floor, a puddle of blood surrounding him; above him, a white fireball was drawing ever closer, but continuously hitting a shield. She surmised that a battle had occurred between Snape and the fireball, but then again, she could be wrong. The fireball then broke through the shield and covered Snape. A bright light came of this, causing Mme. Pomphrey to shield her eyes. When the light died down, she saw Harry Potter carrying Snape into the Infirmary.
"What happened," demanded Madame Pomphrey.
"Voldemort and his whole inner circle came to my house to kill me; I killed four, and injured fourteen, Snape and Voldemort included. I banished Voldemort, but nearly killed myself. Snape came back to help, but the fool decided to do magic and try to bring me up to the Infirmary. He nearly made it and woke me up. You found me in one of my many comatose states; I shouldn't have been disturbed!" Harry Potter was gone in the blink of an eye (he apparated), and Snape woke up.
Two days later.
"You wanted to speak with me Headmaster."
"Oh, yes, yes," Dumbledore said distractedly. Snape gave Dumbledore a worried look.
"What's wrong, Albus?"
"There's something. off at Mr. Potter's house. The M. O. M. has found unexplained amounts of dark/ black magic being used at very odd intervals, and what's odd is his wand has not been involved at all; his wand isn't even at the house, it's here in Hogwarts, which strikes me as being odd. Would you know anything about this?" Snape paled and started moaning the word 'no' over and over again. Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on Snape's shoulder, calming him down. A few minutes later Dumbledore asked the question again, this time the answer was unexpected.
"HE'S A MERLIN!!!! HE'S A BLOODY MERLIN!! D. oh god Albus, he is a Merlin; he can't be killed," Snape shrieked/ cried. He got up and started pacing while continuing, "The first evening Voldemort called a meeting and we killed Potter's family. The whole time Potter was asleep! Potter fights like, well, like some unexplained force. He killed four of the best with only his teeth, hands and feet; he nearly caused my leg to be amputated, and, Headmaster, Voldemort's own dagger is stuck into the flesh and bone of the dark lord! Oh and I heard Potter talking, rather yelling at Poppy about being woken up in some comatose state, did you hear about this?"
"Yes I did, Severus. But what interests me is how we haven't known about this yet, with him being in school and everything. No matter, at the moment, Minerva and Molly are investigating matters at young Harry's house. There should be no other disturbances on his part; after all he is going to be with the Weasleys, he should be fine there. That is all, you may go now." During the conversation, Severus started to squirm and flex his fingers; the dark mark was calling. Oh the many chores of being a Death Eater-spy!
At the meeting/ in Harry's dream/vision.
The whole inner circle was gathered. Three stepped forward; Malfoy, Nott, and Goyle. Voldemort touched their heads and the four of them apparated away. The rest of the inner circle left. Where the four apparated to was a huge two story whitewashed stone house with a huge mahogany door, somewhere on the seaside of Devon. They swept forward through the front door, killing the young man in the parlor with various tortures. A young woman, with a full stomach was the next to die by Cruciaous. Goyle clambered up the stairs, searching each room. The last room had a young girl with bushy hair bent over the desk; she was killed by Voldemort as he entered the room. He rolled the girl over with his boot. There was Hermione's dead face staring up at Harry, accusingly, and mockingly.
Harry woke up and screamed, giving himself away to Minerva and Molly who had just walked in the door of the house. When they got up the stairs, they found Harry standing in a pile of swords and daggers, strapping them onto his body in places they couldn't possibly fit. Molly carefully cast the stunning spell, but it just hit Harry's shield and was absorbed. This brought Harry's attention to the two adults in the room. He immediately dropped the dagger that was in his hand, and backed up against the wall with a look of horror plastered on his face. The considerably smaller pile of weapons disappeared into thin air, while both Minerva and Molly cast the stunning spell. The spells hit simultaneously, breaking Harry's shield. He collapsed as the spells hit him head on and slept. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Harry woke up. He started to try to get away, and failed miserably, but captured the attention of the adults. They grabbed his trunk and apparated to Hogwarts and took Harry immediately to the Infirmary.
Dumbledore came in a few minutes later and started talking to Harry in a low voice, so low that none of the others could hear what they were talking about. Then Harry started moaning and turned extremely pale. The Headmaster placed an old hand on Harry's forehead, which put Harry immediately to sleep.
The next day when Harry awoke, Dumbledore was there at his side, muttering something very long and complex in Latin. He stopped when he saw Harry shift to sit up.
"Good afternoon Harry."
"Good afternoon Sir. What were you saying just a minute ago?"
"You could hear me?" Harry answered yes. "Well I was reciting an almost four thousand year old prophecy known as 'The Heir of the Serpent' although it is more commonly known as 'The Prophecy of the Devil'. It is a very horrific and violent prophecy. It goes: 'In the not so near future, a seeing one and non-seeing one shall have just one son. His reign of terror will start before he is even born, and last for the next forty years. A petty infant will overcome this tyrant, but the infant will bring the end of the world with the end of his life. Both are of the Serpent, both are of the worst evil this world has ever seen, and both shall rule the world with it's blood.' Joseph made this prophecy; he was the first and best wizard, or seeing one as the early people called them. He is Joseph of the Holy Bible, the Joseph that told of the dreams of the Pharaoh, the beginning of our kind, the first of the wizarding race. Now I have a feeling that this prophecy is about Tom and you, Tom Riddle that is. Which means that your death will signify the end of the world."
"I don't think so, Headmaster. I mean, the only correct part is that Riddle's parents were a muggle and a witch, his mother died giving birth to him, he brought terror for the next forty years, and I overcame him. Nothing else is true. I'm not evil, I'm not of the Serpent, and I don't rule the world with its blood."
"Not true Harry. You do rule the world, and you do rule it with its blood. The only reason you're famous is because you weren't killed when so many others were. So many others were unable to do what you did and died because of that. No this is true, except for the fact that you are the worst evil this world has seen. Now to a less morbid topic, where did Voldemort go with the three others?"
"Nope definitely not a less morbid topic, if you ask me, it is even more morbid. The four apparated to a fairly large stone house somewhere in Devon; Nott and Malfoy had fun I guess torturing the man; he wasn't even thirty! Goyle might have killed the woman with one round of Cruciatus; I'm not sure. Voldemort killed Hermione Granger with Avada Kedavra. The woman was her mother, and the man her father. Her infant sister is alive, but only just, waiting for someone to find her, waiting for someone to give her freedom, waiting in the cold darkness that refuses to release her. You must hurry Headmaster, she is dying fast, the life leaving her little cold body quickly, returning her to the master of life."
"I thank you my boy. You are to go to Mr. Weasley's for the rest of the summer. I will rescue Hermione's sister now. Good day."
Exciting little chapter wasn't it!? I hope you liked it, cause I sure had fun writing it! Please review, I must have at least five reviews to continue. Then you can find out what happens to Hermione's sister. My muse, Satan, is already giving me ideas for the next chapter, so give a quick review on how you liked it. If you hated it say so and tell me what I should change, I'm always open to new ideas! See you on the flip side!
