*Thanks for your reviews; I'm glad some of you still remember me :-) I'm
sorry for the crappy last chapter, I hadn't written in forever so I was
trying to get back into the groove. If ya know what I'm saying! Hehe.
Anyway, enough of me blabbling! Enjoy the chapter - Nicki *
"Take me to her," Oliver demanded, the tone in his voice deepening dramatically, sending chills down Hermione's spine. She passed glances amongst Harry and Ron
"Mr. Flowers," Hermione began, taking a step cautiously towards the hovering spirit, "we need to know that your intentions are," she paused for a second, searching for the right word, "good."
"I haven't seen or heard from my daughter in nearly 17 years. I just want to see her," his tone had grown much more softer then before. Oliver Flowers glanced at each one of them. His eyes pleading when he finally landed on Harry, he looked more desperate, "please."
Harry glanced at Hermione, who sent him a reassuring nod, "Okay, Mr. Flowers, follow me," Harry breathed as he stepped over the white dusty, chalk line. Soon Mr. Flowers followed along with Ron and Ginny. Hermione was the last to leave the white oval; she carried the book under her arm tightly.
Every step up the long Weasly staircase seemed to pound into Harry's skull. Every reason popped into his head not to let Oliver in that attic, but one reason why he should stuck out most of all. He wanted to see Julianne happy, just to see her smile. She had gone through so much misery and loneliness over the years, it was almost too much to think about. As they approached the door, Harry secretly felt his wand in his pocket and squeezed it reassuringly. As he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath and opened the door.
The dust was settled upon the boxes, muffling their footsteps. The room was inky black but the soft glow provided by the window penetrated some of it. Harry took out his wand and muttered, "Lumos," soon it gave off a soft glow of the and the continued into the attic, Mr. Flowers' ghost hovering close behind him. Harry felt his heartbeat filled the void of the silent room. Soon they came upon Julianne, her knees held close to her chest, her chin resting upon them staring out the window, unaware of the 5 people who came closer to her.
"Julianne?" Harry spoke softly. She shifted her gaze towards him but her eyes widened as she saw her father. Her mouth hung slightly open.
"D-dad?" she said as she quickly got to her feet, "Dad? Is that you?" she asked, tears notably brimming at her eyes. Harry stepped back, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny taking his cue.
"Yes, sweetheart. It's me. Its daddy," Harry was expecting a joyous reunion with hugging and tears but none of this was happening. Julianne kept a safe distance from him, standing her guard near the window.
"H-how did you get back here? Your suppose to be dead." Her hand securely gripped the window ceil.
"Your friends," he gestured to the 4 who stayed off to the side, "they summoned me from the other side. Are you not happy to see me?" he asked, a sign of hurt appearing in his voice.
"No, no that's not it. It's just . the way you left and well, you- know-who killing us. We sort of separated on bad terms," she explained, not moving from her spot.
"Then come here and greet your father properly," he said angrily, taking a step forward. At this movement Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione pulled out they're on wands. Armed and ready.
"Do not take another step forward Mr. Flowers," Hermione demanded. He glanced over his shoulder and glanced at them.
"Accio" he said, reaching his arm out. Automatically Ginny's wand flew out of her hands and into Mr. Flowers. He grinned at them and turned back to Julianne who now shrunk back in fear against the window. "Now its time to finish what I've started so long ago" he held his wand up but Harry shouted behind him.
"Don't Mr. Flowers," he said, his wand aimed at his head, "I'm giving you a chance now. Drop the wand." Harry only heard his laughter in return.
"You? Please, your just a little boy mixed into this," Mr. Flowers laughed as he turned to him once again. Now their wands are pointing at each other. Harry stood his ground, Ron and Hermione stood behind him with their wands up as well. "You are unaware of Lord Voldemort's power. He can change lives, he can give futures. I'll give you a chance boy, since I'm such a giving person. Join me now, and feel the power. Believe in the power," he offered. Harry wanted to cry out. This guy had no idea who Harry was, what his past was with Voldemort. What he had done to his parents, to his life, to his friends. Not an idea.
"No," Harry muttered. His eyes narrowing towards Mr. Flowers
"Then that's your destiny, foolish boy." His laugh crackled but suddenly stopped. He began to shout "Avan-"
"Expelliarmus," Harry cut him off, his wand flew across the room and hit a pile of boxes. It landed only a few feet from where the group stood. Mr. Flowers' breath was caught in his throat and his eyes began to bulge," Hermione quick! Find a spell to banish him," without hesitation Hermione flipped through the pages looking for a spell. Ron stood next to her to help her while Ginny shrunk in the corner, obviously scared out of her wit, "Come here Ginny, its okay. He can't hurt you." Harry said, sending her a few glances. Mr. Flowers stood there, his hand stuck to his side while he eyed Harry's wand.
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked, taking a few baby steps forward.
"Yes, don't worry. Come here" he gestured with his other hand. Ginny shot out of the corner and towards Harry, hugging his side tightly, "Julianne are you okay?" Harry taking a quick look to his side and Julianne sat on the window ceil, sobbing quietly into her crossed arms. "Julianne?"
"He . he came back to kill me. His own daughter," she sobbed, tears visible on her cheeks. Harry looked her way then back at Mr. Flowers. Deciding whether to help Julianne or to keep Flowers in check.
"Julianne, please stop crying," he asked her but his request was denied when she cried louder, "Uh . uh . Here," Harry handed the wand to Ginny, "keep the wand pointed at him no matter what, okay Gin?" he asked, letting her go. Ginny shook her head, whether it was the gesture or involuntary shaking. Harry will never know. He rushed over to Julianne and sat across from her, "Julianne. Please stop crying. Your father is going to punished for good this time," he whispered to her comforting. He reached up to wipe her tears away but his hand drifted through her.
"It's all my fault. It's MY entire fault. If I hadn't been so selfish, we wouldn't be in this mess," She said, her eyes looking into his. Almost pleading him to help her, but what more could he do? He was trying, she wouldn't be happy until he was gone, for good. Before Harry could say something reassuring there was a loud crash. Harry turned around and saw a wand in Oliver's hand. Instantly Harry's jaw dropped. The next few moments were a blur for Harry.
"Reducto," he shouted as he pointed the wand towards Harry, he smashed through the window and hit the ground with a loud, bone crushing thud. Harry instantly fell unconscious
*Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it's a bit long; it's my way of making up the crapiness in my last chapter. Please leave a review on your way out! Thanks *
"Take me to her," Oliver demanded, the tone in his voice deepening dramatically, sending chills down Hermione's spine. She passed glances amongst Harry and Ron
"Mr. Flowers," Hermione began, taking a step cautiously towards the hovering spirit, "we need to know that your intentions are," she paused for a second, searching for the right word, "good."
"I haven't seen or heard from my daughter in nearly 17 years. I just want to see her," his tone had grown much more softer then before. Oliver Flowers glanced at each one of them. His eyes pleading when he finally landed on Harry, he looked more desperate, "please."
Harry glanced at Hermione, who sent him a reassuring nod, "Okay, Mr. Flowers, follow me," Harry breathed as he stepped over the white dusty, chalk line. Soon Mr. Flowers followed along with Ron and Ginny. Hermione was the last to leave the white oval; she carried the book under her arm tightly.
Every step up the long Weasly staircase seemed to pound into Harry's skull. Every reason popped into his head not to let Oliver in that attic, but one reason why he should stuck out most of all. He wanted to see Julianne happy, just to see her smile. She had gone through so much misery and loneliness over the years, it was almost too much to think about. As they approached the door, Harry secretly felt his wand in his pocket and squeezed it reassuringly. As he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath and opened the door.
The dust was settled upon the boxes, muffling their footsteps. The room was inky black but the soft glow provided by the window penetrated some of it. Harry took out his wand and muttered, "Lumos," soon it gave off a soft glow of the and the continued into the attic, Mr. Flowers' ghost hovering close behind him. Harry felt his heartbeat filled the void of the silent room. Soon they came upon Julianne, her knees held close to her chest, her chin resting upon them staring out the window, unaware of the 5 people who came closer to her.
"Julianne?" Harry spoke softly. She shifted her gaze towards him but her eyes widened as she saw her father. Her mouth hung slightly open.
"D-dad?" she said as she quickly got to her feet, "Dad? Is that you?" she asked, tears notably brimming at her eyes. Harry stepped back, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny taking his cue.
"Yes, sweetheart. It's me. Its daddy," Harry was expecting a joyous reunion with hugging and tears but none of this was happening. Julianne kept a safe distance from him, standing her guard near the window.
"H-how did you get back here? Your suppose to be dead." Her hand securely gripped the window ceil.
"Your friends," he gestured to the 4 who stayed off to the side, "they summoned me from the other side. Are you not happy to see me?" he asked, a sign of hurt appearing in his voice.
"No, no that's not it. It's just . the way you left and well, you- know-who killing us. We sort of separated on bad terms," she explained, not moving from her spot.
"Then come here and greet your father properly," he said angrily, taking a step forward. At this movement Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione pulled out they're on wands. Armed and ready.
"Do not take another step forward Mr. Flowers," Hermione demanded. He glanced over his shoulder and glanced at them.
"Accio" he said, reaching his arm out. Automatically Ginny's wand flew out of her hands and into Mr. Flowers. He grinned at them and turned back to Julianne who now shrunk back in fear against the window. "Now its time to finish what I've started so long ago" he held his wand up but Harry shouted behind him.
"Don't Mr. Flowers," he said, his wand aimed at his head, "I'm giving you a chance now. Drop the wand." Harry only heard his laughter in return.
"You? Please, your just a little boy mixed into this," Mr. Flowers laughed as he turned to him once again. Now their wands are pointing at each other. Harry stood his ground, Ron and Hermione stood behind him with their wands up as well. "You are unaware of Lord Voldemort's power. He can change lives, he can give futures. I'll give you a chance boy, since I'm such a giving person. Join me now, and feel the power. Believe in the power," he offered. Harry wanted to cry out. This guy had no idea who Harry was, what his past was with Voldemort. What he had done to his parents, to his life, to his friends. Not an idea.
"No," Harry muttered. His eyes narrowing towards Mr. Flowers
"Then that's your destiny, foolish boy." His laugh crackled but suddenly stopped. He began to shout "Avan-"
"Expelliarmus," Harry cut him off, his wand flew across the room and hit a pile of boxes. It landed only a few feet from where the group stood. Mr. Flowers' breath was caught in his throat and his eyes began to bulge," Hermione quick! Find a spell to banish him," without hesitation Hermione flipped through the pages looking for a spell. Ron stood next to her to help her while Ginny shrunk in the corner, obviously scared out of her wit, "Come here Ginny, its okay. He can't hurt you." Harry said, sending her a few glances. Mr. Flowers stood there, his hand stuck to his side while he eyed Harry's wand.
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked, taking a few baby steps forward.
"Yes, don't worry. Come here" he gestured with his other hand. Ginny shot out of the corner and towards Harry, hugging his side tightly, "Julianne are you okay?" Harry taking a quick look to his side and Julianne sat on the window ceil, sobbing quietly into her crossed arms. "Julianne?"
"He . he came back to kill me. His own daughter," she sobbed, tears visible on her cheeks. Harry looked her way then back at Mr. Flowers. Deciding whether to help Julianne or to keep Flowers in check.
"Julianne, please stop crying," he asked her but his request was denied when she cried louder, "Uh . uh . Here," Harry handed the wand to Ginny, "keep the wand pointed at him no matter what, okay Gin?" he asked, letting her go. Ginny shook her head, whether it was the gesture or involuntary shaking. Harry will never know. He rushed over to Julianne and sat across from her, "Julianne. Please stop crying. Your father is going to punished for good this time," he whispered to her comforting. He reached up to wipe her tears away but his hand drifted through her.
"It's all my fault. It's MY entire fault. If I hadn't been so selfish, we wouldn't be in this mess," She said, her eyes looking into his. Almost pleading him to help her, but what more could he do? He was trying, she wouldn't be happy until he was gone, for good. Before Harry could say something reassuring there was a loud crash. Harry turned around and saw a wand in Oliver's hand. Instantly Harry's jaw dropped. The next few moments were a blur for Harry.
"Reducto," he shouted as he pointed the wand towards Harry, he smashed through the window and hit the ground with a loud, bone crushing thud. Harry instantly fell unconscious
*Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it's a bit long; it's my way of making up the crapiness in my last chapter. Please leave a review on your way out! Thanks *