Chapter 9
The Escape
"Wow, Harry, this is heavy stuff."
"Yeah, no shit. It's gonna be hard but I have to do it."
"So, Mr. Macho, how do you plan to get outta here?"
"I-" Ron smirked at Harry.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
"Does that mean you've got a plan?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Nope, it just means that's what I thought," Ron said, laying down on an old broken couch. "And besides, what are you gonna do when you do get out of here? Just walk around till you find Voldemort in the middle of the battle and then be like, 'oh, hold still a minute, will ya? I just gotta wipe you off the face of the planet.' Get real Harry."
"Actually, I figured I'd use a charm to get my invisibility cloak and Firebolt, then fly around till I find him." He flashed Ron a triumphant grin.
"Ok, well, seeing as how the fate of the world is in your hands you might wanna get started."
"Right! Ok now…let's see…a charm…" Harry looked pleading at Ron but he just grinned and shook his head.
"Harry, even I know this! Imagine, the fate of the world is in the hands of a kid who's stupider than me!" Harry glared at him.
"Ron, a little help?" It was more of a command than a question.
"Ok, ok. You might wanna try an 'acio" charm."
"Right!" Harry snapped his fingers and cleared his throat. "Acio Firebolt!" Harry held out a sturdy hand and a few moments later his broom whooshed through the thick stone wall and landed with a thud into Harry's hand.
"Ow!" Harry cried. "Fuck it! That hurt!" Ron smirked at Harry, who glared back.
"Ok, Harry, what's next?"
"The cloak, I guess," Harry replied with a shrug. He set the Firebolt down the couch and rubbed his hands together.
"Ok… "Acio Invisibility Cloak!" Several seconds the cloak zoomed through the wall and flew into Harry's hand. It was great to feel the silk of his greatest weapon again. It brought about a feeling of safety.
"Um, Harry? Are you really that dense?" Harry looked at Ron.
"What're you talking about?" Ron sighed.
"Harry," he said as if talking to a two-year-old, "How did the things get in here?"
"I charmed them in," he replied. "Why?"
"No, no, after you did the spell, what did they have to go through to get here?"
"The hallway?" Harry asked, genuinely confused.
"God, Harry, how dense can you be?" Ron cried. "The wall! They had to go through the fuckin wall!"
"Oh! Yeah! That's right! So?"
"Oh my God. Harry, that means that you can charm anything through there! Including something to break out of here with!"
"Duh! Why didn't I see if before?"
"Cause you're a gay fag?" Harry punched Ron lightly in the shoulder.
"Hey, at least I can get a girl."
"Ok, ok. So what're you gonna do?" Ron asked, back to seriousness. Harry thought for a moment.
"Well, McGonagall would have put a spell on the door to lock it, so we're gonna have to do this the muggle way." Harry cleared his throat and held out his wand. "Acio statue!" Ron looked baffled but didn't comment. A few moments later the heavy gargoyle statue from outside Dumbledore's office whooshed through the door and flung itself onto a sofa nearby.
"Wow." Ron looked as if he was about to wet his pants but Harry continued.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry raised his wand and pointed the statue into a hovering state. He brought the wand behind his head and flicked it forward with all his might. The gargoyle hurtled by him and smashed against the wooden door.
"Aaahhhhh!" Ron screamed. Several students shot out of bed and many more slowly woke up.
"Harry? What're you doing?" Neville asked sleepily.
"Busting outta here," Harry answered. Grabbing the invisibility cloak and scroll of spells he mounted the Firebolt.
"Well, Ron, I guess this is the last time I'll ever see you."
"Harry, don't say that!"
"It's true, Ron. You read the scroll. You've been a really great friend. Tell Hermione I love her." Harry waved goodbye to all who were watching and flew off into the night.
Next chapter will be up 4/14-my b-day!J -and I promise Harry will meet up with Voldemort finally!