Voldemort raised his wand. "Wait," he began, I have to cherish this moment.
This is the day I will always remember, thanks to you, Harry Potter."
Voldemort laughed. "Do you have any last words, Potter my boy?" Harry flung
his wand out of his pocket.
"If I did have any last words, I'd say you were a slimy git!" Harry began, "But, since these will not be my last, maybe I should just forget about what you just said." Voldemort let out a few laughs.
"Harry, Harry, Harry. It's so nice to see that you have a sense of humor." Just as Voldemort was about to finish off Harry, Dumbledore and everyone else who came had arrived. Hermione, Ron, and Neville stared in awe. Voldemort flinched when he saw Dumbledore. "Well," Voldemort said, "I am not going to let some drunk psycho affect my glory!" Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and said, "Avada Kedavra!" It all happened at once. As the spell began to shoot out of the dark lord's wand, Harry had the thought in his head that Voldemort was going to kill him. He was going to die, and that was final. Harry breathed in deeply, containing all these horrible thoughts.
"It's not so bad," Harry thought. "At least I won't be in pain." But before anyone knew it, Dumbledore jumped in front of Harry. Harry gasped as he saw Dumbledore knock down to the floor. A single tear dropped from Harry's eye. He couldn't bear to see Dumbledore lying there, living no longer.
Harry had different flashes of feelings coming towards him all over. Sadness, happiness that he was alive, but most of all, anger. Harry was much angrier than he had ever been in his life. He started shouting at Voldemort, who had a shocked expression on his face. "YOU ARE A MONSTER!" shouted Harry, "FIRST MY PARENTS, NOW DUMBLEDORE!!"
Hermione, Ron, Neville, Prof McGonagall, Prof Snape, Sirius, and Lupin all stared at the non-living Dumbledore. None of them could seem to get through their heads what had just happened.
"EXPELLIARAMUS!" shouted Harry, pointing his wand at Voldemort. Voldemort's wand shot out of his hand. Harry had not lowered his wand. "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" Harry again shouted. Voldemort's wand floated in the air, and Harry pointed for the wand to come to him. The spell wore out right before Harry grasped the wand, and it fell at his feet. Voldemort was very frustrated.
"FUDGE! GIVE ME YOUR WAND!" Snape walked forward. He pointed his wand at Fudge. "IMPERIO!" Snape shouted. Fudge ripped his wand back out of Voldemort's hand. The curse wore off, for Snape's wasn't very strong. Harry stared at Snape. He began to fall into a trance. He saw pictures flowing through his mind. He saw his parents, hugging him as a baby. He saw Hermione being carried off to the Grangers. He saw the millions of times he faced Voldemort, the first time he found out he was a wizard, he saw Dumbledore crashing to the floor.
"HARRY!" He heard Ron whisper in his ear. Harry woke up at a start. He was in the hospital wing. "WHAT HAPPENED?" Asked Harry. He was very confused. Ron looked very upset.
"Whole school in tragedy.. No more Dumbledore. Snape. Imperio. Voldemort apparated"
"Wait." said Harry. "You can't apparate on school grounds."
"Voldemort too powerful. Overcame curse. Sucked power out of Dumbledore's body."
Harry was very scared. "He's still here. I can feel it. He's still nearby."
"Are you sure Harry?"
Harry clutched his scar, it was hurting like hell, like the way it hurt last year when he came face to face with the once again powerful Voldemort. what could this mean, was Voldemort that near or was the pain cause Voldemort felt like killing some one. Ron went on speaking about McGonagall saying school might be closed, catch Hogwarts express tomorrow, something, something, not noticed Harry wasn't longer listening. Something had to be done and done fast, with Voldemort gone and Snape under the imperious curse...then it struck him: the TIME TURNER...surely McGonagall would have one, he could just go and save Dumbledore, he quickly got up and ran, Ron and madam Pomfrey shouting "Harry! Harry!"
"Got to see professor McGonagall" he shouted and sprinted out, Ron following him.
Malfoy hadn't shown up lately, but Harry swore that if he did, he'd be dead before he could beg for mercy. Madame Pomfrey insisted that Harry stay in the hospital wing for the weekend. So he waited, his scar was burning so badly he felt like his head would explode. The school was too lost for words. Everyone walked around in the hallways with their heads bowed and leaking silent tears. The weather seemed to be grieving too. For the last few days it had been continually raining. That night Harry had the worst dream he'd had in years. Voldemort was in frenzy. He put the Cruciatus Curse on anyone who didn't obey him.
When Monday arrived, the school did a silent funeral in the rain. When they had lessons, the teachers couldn't concentrate, they sometimes went into trances. But worst of all was Hermione she just couldn't concentrate. Her grades were slipping mercilessly. Often in classes she screamed. It was hard for anyone, especially Harry. His scar was burning as though some invisible force was holding a match up to his head.
And then there was Ron. He usually just stared blankly at the black board trying to figure out what the little squiggles meant. Now however, he was staring at the black board with even more intensity, but not actually learning anything. The school was having a complete melt down. It was horrible. The floor hadn't been washed in ages, Mr. Filch hadn't been seen in a long time. The school was wet because of all the tears spilt.
***
Harry went to McGonagall's office for the time turner. "Professor McGonagall!! We could use the time turner to get Dumbledore back!!"
McGonagall stared gloomily at Harry. "I have already spoke to a few other students with this brilliant idea," said Prof McGonagall, "and I gave them all this answer. The time turner has disappeared. There is no way of using it." Harry frowned.
"How- but- but who-"
McGonagall sighed. "Yes, I have been asking myself that same question. I'm sorry, Harry." Harry walked out of Professor McGonagall's office.
"Lemonhead," said Harry. He walked into Dumbledore's old office. He looked at Fawkes' empty cage. "I thought he'd be back by now," Harry thought. Harry looked around. He remembered the basin. He started to open the cabinet that contained it. Then he heard something. The basin started vibrating. He looked inside. It had a picture of Dumbledore's face in it.
"Harry." it said. "Harry, It's me." Harry gasped.
"You're alive?!"
"No, Harry. I'm only a ghost. Now don't be frightened." A ghost of Dumbledore began to rise up out of the basin. Harry stared in awe.
"I'll be here any time you need to talk to me, Harry. And please don't try to bring me back. I was getting old, and it was almost my time anyway." Harry could have sworn that, although he was a ghost, he could still see the same old sparkle in his eye. Harry was about to object to what Dumbledore had last said, but he had already flown away.
Harry left Dumbledore's office and went back to the common room. Dumbledore had saved his life and there had to be something he could do, Voldermort had to be stopped. "Go to the start of the problem..." Harry's conscious said. "The start..." then it hit him...
"Draco Malfoy!!"..... but Draco isn't .... that evil... to let harry die.......THE IMPERIOS CURSE!! Malfoy is under it! Harry's head throbbed with pain more than he had ever felt. He had to stop Malfoy it was the only way, he also had to stop Snape. With both under the curse it would be the greatest challenge for a wizards 2 times his age... it was the only way.
"Where would Draco be?" ...Harry walked down to the last place he remembered before Draco took him to the strange door. Harry had no idea where to go from there.
"Harry please.....please Harry .......before .... it's to late" Harry froze and the hair on his neck frosh.
"Draco... where are you?" said Harry in a whisper. Then he heard Malfoy like he was talking to his father but no one replied.
"Father why? Why are you with the dark lord? NO FATHER!!" it reminded Harry when he saw Barty Crouch senior when talking to Krum before the 3rd task.
"Draco please tell me where you are!!" Harry said getting louder.
" Follow m-m-my voice." said Draco. "You seemed to be fighting the curse that had inslaved him for so long. Draco kept nuttering things and Harry followed his voice best to his hearing. He stop where in was the loudest... he was right by the stair that lead to the old Divination room. He leaned up against the side of the stairs and nearly broke down...
"I'm sorry Draco. I..." but before he could say another word he fell and landed in a black room he could see nothing.
"Father ... is that you?" Harry recognized the voice!
"DRACO!! it's me, Harry!"
"Harry... help!" he said. Harry stood up and at once as he walked, he now saw Draco laying on the floor.
"Malfoy..." said Harry shaking him " Please wake up... "
"W-what? " said Draco." There was a loud crash as something fell from up above, laid near what looked like a little creek across the room.
"If I did have any last words, I'd say you were a slimy git!" Harry began, "But, since these will not be my last, maybe I should just forget about what you just said." Voldemort let out a few laughs.
"Harry, Harry, Harry. It's so nice to see that you have a sense of humor." Just as Voldemort was about to finish off Harry, Dumbledore and everyone else who came had arrived. Hermione, Ron, and Neville stared in awe. Voldemort flinched when he saw Dumbledore. "Well," Voldemort said, "I am not going to let some drunk psycho affect my glory!" Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and said, "Avada Kedavra!" It all happened at once. As the spell began to shoot out of the dark lord's wand, Harry had the thought in his head that Voldemort was going to kill him. He was going to die, and that was final. Harry breathed in deeply, containing all these horrible thoughts.
"It's not so bad," Harry thought. "At least I won't be in pain." But before anyone knew it, Dumbledore jumped in front of Harry. Harry gasped as he saw Dumbledore knock down to the floor. A single tear dropped from Harry's eye. He couldn't bear to see Dumbledore lying there, living no longer.
Harry had different flashes of feelings coming towards him all over. Sadness, happiness that he was alive, but most of all, anger. Harry was much angrier than he had ever been in his life. He started shouting at Voldemort, who had a shocked expression on his face. "YOU ARE A MONSTER!" shouted Harry, "FIRST MY PARENTS, NOW DUMBLEDORE!!"
Hermione, Ron, Neville, Prof McGonagall, Prof Snape, Sirius, and Lupin all stared at the non-living Dumbledore. None of them could seem to get through their heads what had just happened.
"EXPELLIARAMUS!" shouted Harry, pointing his wand at Voldemort. Voldemort's wand shot out of his hand. Harry had not lowered his wand. "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" Harry again shouted. Voldemort's wand floated in the air, and Harry pointed for the wand to come to him. The spell wore out right before Harry grasped the wand, and it fell at his feet. Voldemort was very frustrated.
"FUDGE! GIVE ME YOUR WAND!" Snape walked forward. He pointed his wand at Fudge. "IMPERIO!" Snape shouted. Fudge ripped his wand back out of Voldemort's hand. The curse wore off, for Snape's wasn't very strong. Harry stared at Snape. He began to fall into a trance. He saw pictures flowing through his mind. He saw his parents, hugging him as a baby. He saw Hermione being carried off to the Grangers. He saw the millions of times he faced Voldemort, the first time he found out he was a wizard, he saw Dumbledore crashing to the floor.
"HARRY!" He heard Ron whisper in his ear. Harry woke up at a start. He was in the hospital wing. "WHAT HAPPENED?" Asked Harry. He was very confused. Ron looked very upset.
"Whole school in tragedy.. No more Dumbledore. Snape. Imperio. Voldemort apparated"
"Wait." said Harry. "You can't apparate on school grounds."
"Voldemort too powerful. Overcame curse. Sucked power out of Dumbledore's body."
Harry was very scared. "He's still here. I can feel it. He's still nearby."
"Are you sure Harry?"
Harry clutched his scar, it was hurting like hell, like the way it hurt last year when he came face to face with the once again powerful Voldemort. what could this mean, was Voldemort that near or was the pain cause Voldemort felt like killing some one. Ron went on speaking about McGonagall saying school might be closed, catch Hogwarts express tomorrow, something, something, not noticed Harry wasn't longer listening. Something had to be done and done fast, with Voldemort gone and Snape under the imperious curse...then it struck him: the TIME TURNER...surely McGonagall would have one, he could just go and save Dumbledore, he quickly got up and ran, Ron and madam Pomfrey shouting "Harry! Harry!"
"Got to see professor McGonagall" he shouted and sprinted out, Ron following him.
Malfoy hadn't shown up lately, but Harry swore that if he did, he'd be dead before he could beg for mercy. Madame Pomfrey insisted that Harry stay in the hospital wing for the weekend. So he waited, his scar was burning so badly he felt like his head would explode. The school was too lost for words. Everyone walked around in the hallways with their heads bowed and leaking silent tears. The weather seemed to be grieving too. For the last few days it had been continually raining. That night Harry had the worst dream he'd had in years. Voldemort was in frenzy. He put the Cruciatus Curse on anyone who didn't obey him.
When Monday arrived, the school did a silent funeral in the rain. When they had lessons, the teachers couldn't concentrate, they sometimes went into trances. But worst of all was Hermione she just couldn't concentrate. Her grades were slipping mercilessly. Often in classes she screamed. It was hard for anyone, especially Harry. His scar was burning as though some invisible force was holding a match up to his head.
And then there was Ron. He usually just stared blankly at the black board trying to figure out what the little squiggles meant. Now however, he was staring at the black board with even more intensity, but not actually learning anything. The school was having a complete melt down. It was horrible. The floor hadn't been washed in ages, Mr. Filch hadn't been seen in a long time. The school was wet because of all the tears spilt.
***
Harry went to McGonagall's office for the time turner. "Professor McGonagall!! We could use the time turner to get Dumbledore back!!"
McGonagall stared gloomily at Harry. "I have already spoke to a few other students with this brilliant idea," said Prof McGonagall, "and I gave them all this answer. The time turner has disappeared. There is no way of using it." Harry frowned.
"How- but- but who-"
McGonagall sighed. "Yes, I have been asking myself that same question. I'm sorry, Harry." Harry walked out of Professor McGonagall's office.
"Lemonhead," said Harry. He walked into Dumbledore's old office. He looked at Fawkes' empty cage. "I thought he'd be back by now," Harry thought. Harry looked around. He remembered the basin. He started to open the cabinet that contained it. Then he heard something. The basin started vibrating. He looked inside. It had a picture of Dumbledore's face in it.
"Harry." it said. "Harry, It's me." Harry gasped.
"You're alive?!"
"No, Harry. I'm only a ghost. Now don't be frightened." A ghost of Dumbledore began to rise up out of the basin. Harry stared in awe.
"I'll be here any time you need to talk to me, Harry. And please don't try to bring me back. I was getting old, and it was almost my time anyway." Harry could have sworn that, although he was a ghost, he could still see the same old sparkle in his eye. Harry was about to object to what Dumbledore had last said, but he had already flown away.
Harry left Dumbledore's office and went back to the common room. Dumbledore had saved his life and there had to be something he could do, Voldermort had to be stopped. "Go to the start of the problem..." Harry's conscious said. "The start..." then it hit him...
"Draco Malfoy!!"..... but Draco isn't .... that evil... to let harry die.......THE IMPERIOS CURSE!! Malfoy is under it! Harry's head throbbed with pain more than he had ever felt. He had to stop Malfoy it was the only way, he also had to stop Snape. With both under the curse it would be the greatest challenge for a wizards 2 times his age... it was the only way.
"Where would Draco be?" ...Harry walked down to the last place he remembered before Draco took him to the strange door. Harry had no idea where to go from there.
"Harry please.....please Harry .......before .... it's to late" Harry froze and the hair on his neck frosh.
"Draco... where are you?" said Harry in a whisper. Then he heard Malfoy like he was talking to his father but no one replied.
"Father why? Why are you with the dark lord? NO FATHER!!" it reminded Harry when he saw Barty Crouch senior when talking to Krum before the 3rd task.
"Draco please tell me where you are!!" Harry said getting louder.
" Follow m-m-my voice." said Draco. "You seemed to be fighting the curse that had inslaved him for so long. Draco kept nuttering things and Harry followed his voice best to his hearing. He stop where in was the loudest... he was right by the stair that lead to the old Divination room. He leaned up against the side of the stairs and nearly broke down...
"I'm sorry Draco. I..." but before he could say another word he fell and landed in a black room he could see nothing.
"Father ... is that you?" Harry recognized the voice!
"DRACO!! it's me, Harry!"
"Harry... help!" he said. Harry stood up and at once as he walked, he now saw Draco laying on the floor.
"Malfoy..." said Harry shaking him " Please wake up... "
"W-what? " said Draco." There was a loud crash as something fell from up above, laid near what looked like a little creek across the room.
