I can't believe J.K.R killed who she did in bk 5!!! I think a few people
cried a bit. But, my goddess, it was good!! Got to see a woman dressed like
Prof. Mcgonagall (lucky for
no one dressed as Dumbledore *giggle*) and the cutest attempts at Harry,
Ron, and Hermione at the Borders Bookstore party.
I WAS a bit freaked out when Tom Riddle and Draco Malfoy walked by (they really looked the parts.)
But, I decided to not keep you all in suspense any longer. So...have fun.
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'PROFESSSOR!!!!!' Harry finally got to the water's edge, and
immediatly jumped in. He gasped, feeling the freezing waters engulf
him. Down below the surface, he could make out two forms, one limp
and the other struggling to get up. Harry let out his hand, diving down
as fast as he could. A hand grasped his, and he found himself gasping
for air seconds later.
"Is....she...ok...are you?" he managed. Albus looked at Minerva
worridly, she was horribly pale and did not appear to be breathing.
The two set her on the bank, waves of panic still flowing over them.
Harry pushed down on her, right below the ribs, and stream of water
came out of her mouth. Tilting her head to the left, he pushed again,
and more water came out.
'Good thing I watched TLC.' But to Albus, he said his instructions.
"Breath into her mouth, she only needs to be forced to breath and
she'll have a chance!" He nodded, following what Harry said. Soon she
began to couch and sputter, but remained in Albus's lap, weak from the
lack of air.
"AAAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!" came a loathsome cry from the lake.
Voldemort rose out of the water, red eyes blazing like flame. He flew at
the couple on the ground, but Harry hit him by hand, knocking him off
course slightly. He whipped out his wand, and, turning his head, yelled.
"Get her out of here! I'll hold him off!" Had he bothered to think on it
he would have remembered those words had been his father's last.
Albus sat there stubbornly, but a look at Minerva gave him incentive
enough to get away. As his form dissapeared, Harry turned to face
Voldemort.
"I knew YOU'D be here, boy....." he hissed as his eyes narrowed in
hate.
" I knew YOU'D be here, bastard." Voldemort sneered. For a slow
moment, the two stared each other down.
"How sweet of you Potter," Voldemort said," saving that thorn in my
side....." He trailed off, but the silence spoke more than his hissed
words. In a second, however, he had sprang forward, wand at the
ready.
"AVADA KEDARVA!!!"
"IMMOBULUS!" Once again thier wands touched, sending the gold
light-cage out around them. But this time, no spirits came. With a jolt,
Harry realized his parents, Bertha, the old man, and Cedric hadn't died
yet, and so were of no help to him, despite the wands being connected
by two from a time when they were dead. Harry found it harder to hold
on to the connection. Soon he was failing, panicing, letting his grip slide
under the impressive weight of the magic. What would happen to his
teachers? His friends? Himself? How many would die when Voldemort
AND Grindelwald ruled all?
" They'll be slaughtered. All of Hogwarts first of all!" Harry said
aloud. But positive incentive or not, he was weakening all the same.
' But.....somehow he must win....Dumbledore.....CAN...win!' As his
grip lessened and the small ball of light came closer, a beautiful, loving
note penetrated the thick, gloomy air.
"Fawkes." Harry and Voldemort said in unison. Harry stiffled a
laugh as he recalled Dumbledore's words.
' You must have shown me real loyalty down there in the chamber,
Harry. Only that could have called...Fawkes to you.' Loyalty to
Dumbledore.....
Up above, a flurry of scarlet, orange, and yellow plumage announced
that Fawkes was there, sending out several heartening notes that made
Harry gain control. But he was too tired.
'C'mon Fawkes, what do I do?'
CLANK!
"Ow!!!" Metal hit him square on the head, making him dizzy for a
moment. He grabbed at it, finding himself looking at the sword of
Griffindor. He knew what to do. Harry moved his hand, allowing
the connection to break. Before he hit the ground, the now
cheerful phoenix grabbed him in his talons, giving him a nice, soft
landing. He then flew off in the direction of the castle.
" I hate you, you damn turkey!" said Voldemort murderously.
If anyone else had said that, Harry would have chuckled. But the
foul beast before him deserved no such thing.
"So Harry. It's a swordfight you want....fine!" He flung out his
hand, muttering the following in Parseltongue:
'Here my, honored one!
Greater than the lion fool!
Stronger than the three combined!
Give me the power than hates the sun!
Give me the strongest tool!
Make the power of light be undermind!
SWORD! RETURN!~~~'
Harry shivered as a dark shadow formed in his outstreached
hand. It twisted and writhed until it became a sword. The hilt was
made of pure silver, shaped like two snakes twisting togther. The
blade itself was black as midnight, yet fleaked with shots of green.
'Typical......and me without a lesson in my life.' He readied the
sword as he'd seen on movie posters. It was heavey, but manageable
enough for what he needed. He didn't know how to swordfight, but
he'd gotton '" Chants for the Wandless: When There is No Hope"'
seemingly from no one on his birthday. So he went to work as his
opponent examind his sword; the Dark Lord seemed in no hurry
to kill him.
"Pagawa san Fa! Pagawa san Fa! Pagawa san Fa!" He chanted
it over and over, feeling his magic flow into thw weapon. And frankly,
it scared him. He had never done this before, nor read into it much.
But the situaltion WAS hopeless, so he followed Sirius's favorite phrase
of the moment: "Do it or die.", which he used jokingly when Harry was
slow in doing something he should be doing. Voldemort caught his low
chanting, and he seemed quite suprised for a moment. However, it
didn't last. He charged at Harry with a cry of fury. Harry blocked,
feeling the pain in his arms from the impact. He struck, and again
there was a block. Then another, and another in quick succession.
A final clang, and Harry found he could not lift the sword, so weary
was he in body and spirit. Voldemort bore down on him, grinning
meneacingly.
"What a fool you little brat I- OOPH!" He fell to the side, dragging
the sword on the grass as a result. Two hands added to Harry's own
on the hilt of Gryffindor's sword.
"Hurry Daniel!" said Albus. Harry sighed in exasperation, but lifted
again. They swung as Voldemort got up. The gash they made didn't kill,
but it wounded him, which was all they needed. The Dark Lord was
beaten by two teenagers, albeit special ones. With a weary sigh, both
collapsed on the soft grass.
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In my word, Sirius will ALWAYS be there, so nyah nyah! LOL
GTG, I'm sleepy and it's 10:00 pm. BYE!
I WAS a bit freaked out when Tom Riddle and Draco Malfoy walked by (they really looked the parts.)
But, I decided to not keep you all in suspense any longer. So...have fun.
*******************************************************************
'PROFESSSOR!!!!!' Harry finally got to the water's edge, and
immediatly jumped in. He gasped, feeling the freezing waters engulf
him. Down below the surface, he could make out two forms, one limp
and the other struggling to get up. Harry let out his hand, diving down
as fast as he could. A hand grasped his, and he found himself gasping
for air seconds later.
"Is....she...ok...are you?" he managed. Albus looked at Minerva
worridly, she was horribly pale and did not appear to be breathing.
The two set her on the bank, waves of panic still flowing over them.
Harry pushed down on her, right below the ribs, and stream of water
came out of her mouth. Tilting her head to the left, he pushed again,
and more water came out.
'Good thing I watched TLC.' But to Albus, he said his instructions.
"Breath into her mouth, she only needs to be forced to breath and
she'll have a chance!" He nodded, following what Harry said. Soon she
began to couch and sputter, but remained in Albus's lap, weak from the
lack of air.
"AAAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!" came a loathsome cry from the lake.
Voldemort rose out of the water, red eyes blazing like flame. He flew at
the couple on the ground, but Harry hit him by hand, knocking him off
course slightly. He whipped out his wand, and, turning his head, yelled.
"Get her out of here! I'll hold him off!" Had he bothered to think on it
he would have remembered those words had been his father's last.
Albus sat there stubbornly, but a look at Minerva gave him incentive
enough to get away. As his form dissapeared, Harry turned to face
Voldemort.
"I knew YOU'D be here, boy....." he hissed as his eyes narrowed in
hate.
" I knew YOU'D be here, bastard." Voldemort sneered. For a slow
moment, the two stared each other down.
"How sweet of you Potter," Voldemort said," saving that thorn in my
side....." He trailed off, but the silence spoke more than his hissed
words. In a second, however, he had sprang forward, wand at the
ready.
"AVADA KEDARVA!!!"
"IMMOBULUS!" Once again thier wands touched, sending the gold
light-cage out around them. But this time, no spirits came. With a jolt,
Harry realized his parents, Bertha, the old man, and Cedric hadn't died
yet, and so were of no help to him, despite the wands being connected
by two from a time when they were dead. Harry found it harder to hold
on to the connection. Soon he was failing, panicing, letting his grip slide
under the impressive weight of the magic. What would happen to his
teachers? His friends? Himself? How many would die when Voldemort
AND Grindelwald ruled all?
" They'll be slaughtered. All of Hogwarts first of all!" Harry said
aloud. But positive incentive or not, he was weakening all the same.
' But.....somehow he must win....Dumbledore.....CAN...win!' As his
grip lessened and the small ball of light came closer, a beautiful, loving
note penetrated the thick, gloomy air.
"Fawkes." Harry and Voldemort said in unison. Harry stiffled a
laugh as he recalled Dumbledore's words.
' You must have shown me real loyalty down there in the chamber,
Harry. Only that could have called...Fawkes to you.' Loyalty to
Dumbledore.....
Up above, a flurry of scarlet, orange, and yellow plumage announced
that Fawkes was there, sending out several heartening notes that made
Harry gain control. But he was too tired.
'C'mon Fawkes, what do I do?'
CLANK!
"Ow!!!" Metal hit him square on the head, making him dizzy for a
moment. He grabbed at it, finding himself looking at the sword of
Griffindor. He knew what to do. Harry moved his hand, allowing
the connection to break. Before he hit the ground, the now
cheerful phoenix grabbed him in his talons, giving him a nice, soft
landing. He then flew off in the direction of the castle.
" I hate you, you damn turkey!" said Voldemort murderously.
If anyone else had said that, Harry would have chuckled. But the
foul beast before him deserved no such thing.
"So Harry. It's a swordfight you want....fine!" He flung out his
hand, muttering the following in Parseltongue:
'Here my, honored one!
Greater than the lion fool!
Stronger than the three combined!
Give me the power than hates the sun!
Give me the strongest tool!
Make the power of light be undermind!
SWORD! RETURN!~~~'
Harry shivered as a dark shadow formed in his outstreached
hand. It twisted and writhed until it became a sword. The hilt was
made of pure silver, shaped like two snakes twisting togther. The
blade itself was black as midnight, yet fleaked with shots of green.
'Typical......and me without a lesson in my life.' He readied the
sword as he'd seen on movie posters. It was heavey, but manageable
enough for what he needed. He didn't know how to swordfight, but
he'd gotton '" Chants for the Wandless: When There is No Hope"'
seemingly from no one on his birthday. So he went to work as his
opponent examind his sword; the Dark Lord seemed in no hurry
to kill him.
"Pagawa san Fa! Pagawa san Fa! Pagawa san Fa!" He chanted
it over and over, feeling his magic flow into thw weapon. And frankly,
it scared him. He had never done this before, nor read into it much.
But the situaltion WAS hopeless, so he followed Sirius's favorite phrase
of the moment: "Do it or die.", which he used jokingly when Harry was
slow in doing something he should be doing. Voldemort caught his low
chanting, and he seemed quite suprised for a moment. However, it
didn't last. He charged at Harry with a cry of fury. Harry blocked,
feeling the pain in his arms from the impact. He struck, and again
there was a block. Then another, and another in quick succession.
A final clang, and Harry found he could not lift the sword, so weary
was he in body and spirit. Voldemort bore down on him, grinning
meneacingly.
"What a fool you little brat I- OOPH!" He fell to the side, dragging
the sword on the grass as a result. Two hands added to Harry's own
on the hilt of Gryffindor's sword.
"Hurry Daniel!" said Albus. Harry sighed in exasperation, but lifted
again. They swung as Voldemort got up. The gash they made didn't kill,
but it wounded him, which was all they needed. The Dark Lord was
beaten by two teenagers, albeit special ones. With a weary sigh, both
collapsed on the soft grass.
___________________________________________
In my word, Sirius will ALWAYS be there, so nyah nyah! LOL
GTG, I'm sleepy and it's 10:00 pm. BYE!