*I decided to re-do this last chapter just because it was very sloppily
done. I altered it a little bit so it may fit the new book but Percey is
still involved with the Weasley family. Hope you enjoy! Thank you *
Julianne stared at Harry's unconscious body as it lay on the grassy lawn two floors below. She turned towards Oliver, almost as if she was in slow motion. "Dad, please, think about this."
"I don't need to think. I know what I'm doing," He replied, his eyes filled with rage that Julianne had never seen before. As he approached her she walked backwards towards the window. Her eyes darting from Ron and Hermione then back to her father. No, this wasn't her father. This was a product of Voldemort. She had to try to reach him though, he was the only thing she had left.
"Dad, please. Look at what he's done to me. Look at what he's done to our family," She cried at him, more tears came streaking down her face. Nothing seemed to falter him, the rage continued to pump through his veins.
"No, he's done more then I can ever say. He helped me see the truth, the power." He retorted, his lip curled into a snarl.
"Dad, I'm your daughter. Please, I love you."
"REVERSO TRANSENDO!" Hermione screamed, a bright red light shot from her wand towards Oliver. Oliver screamed in pain as the light smashed into his checks, spraying sparks in all direction. A blinding white light filled in the room, momentarily blinding the people in the room, and then he was gone. Ginny's wand lay at the spot he stood only a few moments before.
Julianne sat on the window ceil as a soft breeze blew through the attic as dust stirred for a moment and then settled. The expression on her face was deadpan and blank. She stared at the wand for a few seconds and looked up at them.
"Y-you better go check on Harry. He had a pretty bad fall." Julianne spoke gently. Her eyes stayed on the ground where her father once stood on. They quietly left the attic and made their way down to where Harry layed, sprawled on the grass below. As they approached him, he stirred slight. He moved his hand to his head as he opened his eyes.
"You OK, Harry" Ron asked, kneeling beside him. Every word he spoke seemed to pound into his head.
"Yeah," he whispered, the pain in his head seemed to be subsiding, "Where's . Julianne?"
"She's still up in the addict," Hermione said, her tone much softer then Ron's, "Oliver's gone. We sent him back."
"Good," he moved his hand from his forehead to his eyes, squeezing them shut and opening them again. "Everything's a little blurry,"
"Do you think you need to go to a hospital?" Hermione asked, moving his hair out of his face.
"No, No there's no need," opening his eyes once more, "Take me to Julianne."
"Harry, are you sure? We could call a cab an-"
"No, I'll be fine. Please," he paused for a moment but continued, "take me to Julianne" Hermione exchanged a worried glance with Ron. He nodded and they both lifted him up slowly. Ron took Harry's arm and wrapped it around his neck as Hermione did the same. They slowely carried him up the staircase, stopping a few times out of concern for Harry. He urged him to keep going forward and they obeyed. They walked into the already opened attic and moved towards Julianne's usual spot. She now sat on the window ceil, her usual fashion, and was glancing out the open window. She turned towards them as they stopped, standing only a few feet away from her.
"My goodness! You are really hurt, aren't you?" Julianne asked, turning her body towards him. Looking at him with worried curiousity.
"I am, but I wanted to see you," he grimaced, the pounding seemed to have subsided but only to be replaced with his stomach doing flips, "Are you alright?"
"I should've expected it. I should've known," Her gaze dropped to the ground for a second and then shifted towards Harry. "I also should've stopped you. You could've died; you almost did. Why?"
"Why what?" Harry asked.
"Why did you decide to do all this for me?" Julianne asked, taking a step forward.
"Julianne I know how it feels like to lose someone you love. I lost my parents to Voldemort, he tried to kill me but couldn't. I don't know why he didn't succeed but my mother tried to protect me but lost her life instead. Yours wasn't. Your father betrayed you. I could never come close to understanding that." He said his tone remaining steady as emotions stirred inside of him; he remained placid through it all.
"So what happens now?" Ron asked, "I mean, you're still a ghoul."
"I remain a ghoul," Julianne said, "Nothings going to change that. I remain this way forever I guess," Julianne said, sitting down on the window again, "this is my home."
"I'm sorry, Julianne," Ginny squeaked from behind Hermione.
"It's fine, I suppose, I mean now I have friends," she said, a slight grin appeared, "I'm not completely alone here. Just promise me one thing, Harry Potter."
"Anything, Julianne." Harry spoke, a slight grin appeared on his face.
"Promise to come up to visit me and not to forget me when you go back to Hogwarts." Julianne asked, her voice full of hope. Very different from when Harry first met her, full of gloom and despair. Harry nodded in return.
"Of Course," he replied.
"RONALD AND GENEVIEVE WEASLY!" Mrs. Weasley's voice boomed through the attic voice boomed through the attic, Harry could see Ginny and Ron flinched at the sound of her voice. 20 minutes later they were all sitting at the kitchen table, spilling the story of Julianne and Oliver Flowers.
"You should've come to me, or your father, or Percy. Bringing dead spirits back is too dangerous for teenagers like you all. Your lucky you're not losing your wands."
"We're not?" Hermione asked, they were aware of the penalty of using magic outside of school, but it took them by surprise when Mrs. Weasly said this, "How?"
"Yes, well I've got some news." Mr. Weasley beamed, "My position has been upgraded. I'm now in the Improper Use of Magic Office!" Mr. Weasly said excitedly. "And Percy has taken my spot in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office." Mrs. Weasley gleamed as she took her husband's hand into hers.
"Wow, that's great Mr. Weasly," Hermione said with a grin plastered on her face.
"So Percy finally gets to control his own department. I bet it's a dream come true for him," Ron chuckled. Ginny sat quietly next to him, "So then we're off the hook for the séance thing, eh?"
"Not exactly, you still have to deal with me Ronald." She said sternly her eyes averted towards Ginny, who sat quietly and deep in thought, "Ginny Dear, what's the matter? Are you not happy for your father?"
"Yea, I am but I was just thinking," She looked up at them, "I wonder if we could help Nearly-Headless Nicholas as well." At this suggestion: Harry, Ron, and Hermione's heads hit the table in unison.
Julianne stared at Harry's unconscious body as it lay on the grassy lawn two floors below. She turned towards Oliver, almost as if she was in slow motion. "Dad, please, think about this."
"I don't need to think. I know what I'm doing," He replied, his eyes filled with rage that Julianne had never seen before. As he approached her she walked backwards towards the window. Her eyes darting from Ron and Hermione then back to her father. No, this wasn't her father. This was a product of Voldemort. She had to try to reach him though, he was the only thing she had left.
"Dad, please. Look at what he's done to me. Look at what he's done to our family," She cried at him, more tears came streaking down her face. Nothing seemed to falter him, the rage continued to pump through his veins.
"No, he's done more then I can ever say. He helped me see the truth, the power." He retorted, his lip curled into a snarl.
"Dad, I'm your daughter. Please, I love you."
"REVERSO TRANSENDO!" Hermione screamed, a bright red light shot from her wand towards Oliver. Oliver screamed in pain as the light smashed into his checks, spraying sparks in all direction. A blinding white light filled in the room, momentarily blinding the people in the room, and then he was gone. Ginny's wand lay at the spot he stood only a few moments before.
Julianne sat on the window ceil as a soft breeze blew through the attic as dust stirred for a moment and then settled. The expression on her face was deadpan and blank. She stared at the wand for a few seconds and looked up at them.
"Y-you better go check on Harry. He had a pretty bad fall." Julianne spoke gently. Her eyes stayed on the ground where her father once stood on. They quietly left the attic and made their way down to where Harry layed, sprawled on the grass below. As they approached him, he stirred slight. He moved his hand to his head as he opened his eyes.
"You OK, Harry" Ron asked, kneeling beside him. Every word he spoke seemed to pound into his head.
"Yeah," he whispered, the pain in his head seemed to be subsiding, "Where's . Julianne?"
"She's still up in the addict," Hermione said, her tone much softer then Ron's, "Oliver's gone. We sent him back."
"Good," he moved his hand from his forehead to his eyes, squeezing them shut and opening them again. "Everything's a little blurry,"
"Do you think you need to go to a hospital?" Hermione asked, moving his hair out of his face.
"No, No there's no need," opening his eyes once more, "Take me to Julianne."
"Harry, are you sure? We could call a cab an-"
"No, I'll be fine. Please," he paused for a moment but continued, "take me to Julianne" Hermione exchanged a worried glance with Ron. He nodded and they both lifted him up slowly. Ron took Harry's arm and wrapped it around his neck as Hermione did the same. They slowely carried him up the staircase, stopping a few times out of concern for Harry. He urged him to keep going forward and they obeyed. They walked into the already opened attic and moved towards Julianne's usual spot. She now sat on the window ceil, her usual fashion, and was glancing out the open window. She turned towards them as they stopped, standing only a few feet away from her.
"My goodness! You are really hurt, aren't you?" Julianne asked, turning her body towards him. Looking at him with worried curiousity.
"I am, but I wanted to see you," he grimaced, the pounding seemed to have subsided but only to be replaced with his stomach doing flips, "Are you alright?"
"I should've expected it. I should've known," Her gaze dropped to the ground for a second and then shifted towards Harry. "I also should've stopped you. You could've died; you almost did. Why?"
"Why what?" Harry asked.
"Why did you decide to do all this for me?" Julianne asked, taking a step forward.
"Julianne I know how it feels like to lose someone you love. I lost my parents to Voldemort, he tried to kill me but couldn't. I don't know why he didn't succeed but my mother tried to protect me but lost her life instead. Yours wasn't. Your father betrayed you. I could never come close to understanding that." He said his tone remaining steady as emotions stirred inside of him; he remained placid through it all.
"So what happens now?" Ron asked, "I mean, you're still a ghoul."
"I remain a ghoul," Julianne said, "Nothings going to change that. I remain this way forever I guess," Julianne said, sitting down on the window again, "this is my home."
"I'm sorry, Julianne," Ginny squeaked from behind Hermione.
"It's fine, I suppose, I mean now I have friends," she said, a slight grin appeared, "I'm not completely alone here. Just promise me one thing, Harry Potter."
"Anything, Julianne." Harry spoke, a slight grin appeared on his face.
"Promise to come up to visit me and not to forget me when you go back to Hogwarts." Julianne asked, her voice full of hope. Very different from when Harry first met her, full of gloom and despair. Harry nodded in return.
"Of Course," he replied.
"RONALD AND GENEVIEVE WEASLY!" Mrs. Weasley's voice boomed through the attic voice boomed through the attic, Harry could see Ginny and Ron flinched at the sound of her voice. 20 minutes later they were all sitting at the kitchen table, spilling the story of Julianne and Oliver Flowers.
"You should've come to me, or your father, or Percy. Bringing dead spirits back is too dangerous for teenagers like you all. Your lucky you're not losing your wands."
"We're not?" Hermione asked, they were aware of the penalty of using magic outside of school, but it took them by surprise when Mrs. Weasly said this, "How?"
"Yes, well I've got some news." Mr. Weasley beamed, "My position has been upgraded. I'm now in the Improper Use of Magic Office!" Mr. Weasly said excitedly. "And Percy has taken my spot in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office." Mrs. Weasley gleamed as she took her husband's hand into hers.
"Wow, that's great Mr. Weasly," Hermione said with a grin plastered on her face.
"So Percy finally gets to control his own department. I bet it's a dream come true for him," Ron chuckled. Ginny sat quietly next to him, "So then we're off the hook for the séance thing, eh?"
"Not exactly, you still have to deal with me Ronald." She said sternly her eyes averted towards Ginny, who sat quietly and deep in thought, "Ginny Dear, what's the matter? Are you not happy for your father?"
"Yea, I am but I was just thinking," She looked up at them, "I wonder if we could help Nearly-Headless Nicholas as well." At this suggestion: Harry, Ron, and Hermione's heads hit the table in unison.