A/N: Never mind the bird names. The budgie's name is Meeko. Of course, you would all know this if you read my bio, which I doubt you do.
WARNING: People in this fic DIE. FREQUENTLY. I LIKE killing them off.
Disclaimer: If you think I own this, you are very kind, but there is no way I could come up with such an ingenious plot. This is the reason I am reduced to writing fan fiction.
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Hannah- I love that name. It's the same forwards and backwards (I forget what the word for that is…). No one is going to come save them. I will tell you now that this will NOT have a happy ending. I am going to kill off lots of people. The ones I don't like go first.
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Ahem.
Right.
Chapter 4
Lord of all Noldor
A star in the night
And a bearer of hope
He rides into his glorious battle alone
Farewell to the valiant warlordHarry followed Professor McGonagall, who was almost running. Dumbledore had asked to see Harry immediately. Something was wrong, Harry could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
McGonagall gave the password to the gargoyle, and the stairs appeared. She rushed up them, never faltering once, Harry right behind her. She opened the office door, and shooed Harry in. The door was closed with a soft click.
Harry walked over to his old Headmaster, who was lying very still on a bed in the office. His eyes barely opened to look at Harry.
"Harry…" the Headmaster began, "what…will you…do?"
"I'm not sure, Professor," Harry answered truthfully, his emerald eyes showing the anticipation of defeat. "I cannot lead them. I don't know enough! Ask Professor McGonagall, or even Professor Snape! But not me, Sir. I can't do this."
"You were…meant to do this."
"I have only survived thus far because of you, Professor. I don't know how to be a leader. They will all die because of me, and I do not want that!"
"Trust your… instincts…Harry. They…will guide you. Listen…to the wisdom of…others, but…trust your own…judgment as well." Professor Dumbledore lay still and closed his eyes. Haryy became very alarmed.
"Professor?!"
"Good luck…Harry Potter." With those as his last words, Albus Dumbledore left the world of the living.
Salty tears poured slowly down the face of The Boy Who Lived. "No." His denial of the death came out as a whisper, but grew louder. "No! NO!" Harry stormed out of the office and down the staircase. He ran without having a destination. Anger, pain, sadness and fear coursed through his mind and his blood. He reached a dead end, and pounded his fist into the wall several times before sinking to the floor.
How many more will die, Harry asked himself. How many good and innocent people will die before we are free of this monstrousness?
Harry got up from the floor and faced the nearest window. They were out there. Them. The reason for all of the death and destruction. The cause of the death of Dumbledore, the greatest Headmaster that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy had ever had, and numerous others.
"You took many lives before, Voldemort, until you met me. I will be your downfall. You will pay for the lives you have taken. You will pay!"
This would be the day when justice would be served. He was the beacon of hope for every person on the earth. He would face the Dark Lord, and destroy him, or die trying.
A/N: Sorry about the short chapter….Nope. Never mind. I lied. I'm not sorry in the least. I TOLD you that a lot of these chapters would be short, since the fic is so long, and I can only do so much with a given song passage.
HA! I killed Dumbledore! I killed Dumbledore! *Does little happy dance* I realize that I'll probably be flamed for it, but I DON"T CARE. I killed him! Wheee!!!
Right. See you in the next chapter (whenever I get it up).
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