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The betrayal:
The mood in the great was very subdued. All the Weasleys were looking pale and red eyed, they had obviously been crying and hadn't got much sleep that night. All residents in the castle were now in the room, waiting for Dumbledore and Lupin who were still in the hospital wing checking on Sirius. The only ones missing were Harry and Hermione, who had not been seen since they had taken Ron's body out of the great hall the last night. Everyone was sitting at the great table, black hangings had replaced the normal crests of the houses. No one was talking, and the only sound was the occasional sob from Mrs Weasley or Ginny. Finally a few minutes later Dumbledore came in followed by a pale looking Lupin. The old headmaster looked around and frowned, he took his place at the head of the table and turned to his right side where professor McGonagall was sitting.
"Has anyone seen Harry or Hermione?" The deputy head-mistress shook her head sadly.
"No headmaster. They are still locked up in the sixth year sleeping room." Dumbledore looked sadly around the table and sighed. He stood up and began his speech.
"My friends, it's with a sad heart that I have to acknowledge the death of one of the bravest students Hogwarts has ever seen. Ron Weasley proved through the four years he stayed here he was a true Gryffindor and possessed the power to become one of the greatest wizards alive. Even when for unjust reasons he was expelled of this school he didn't let darkness overwhelm him and with the help of his two best friends continued on with his life, helping others along his way. When he returned here, proving once again his bravery, he did all in his power to deal with the hurt and betrayal we had all inflicted upon him, trying in every moment not to hurt those around him even if they had not showed such contempt upon him. Finally last night he bravely died protecting his mother after having battled a horde of death eaters on his own. Lets now remember Ron Weasley as one of the heroes who have died during this new dark age." After he finished, the headmaster sat down and looked to
his empty plate. Everyone sat at the table with bowed heads, some of them were crying. They had been all so lost in Dumbledore's words that no one had noticed the entrance of the three teenagers. They had stayed standing at the door, listening to Dumbledore with everyone else. Finally, when the silence began to become to long, Ron decided to talk, he knew Harry and Hermione were waiting for him to make the first move.
"You know, that was kind of nice, could you write it down? I'll make sure someone recites it when I die." All heads snapped up and looked at the door. Mrs Weasley fainted right away, while Dumbledore stood up, a shocked look on his face, knocking his chair away. The rest of the teachers were gapping at him with his brothers. "You know, black doesn't become this room." With a wave of his hand he changed the room back to it's normal state. The headmaster made his way to the three teenagers who were looking it all in amusement. Ron looked him right in the eyes and rose an eyebrow to him. "Do I become a title or something? How about the boy who lived two?" Phoenix rolled her eyes at his friend.
"Yeah, right, keep dreaming Griffin, there's only one of those."
"Thank God, I don't know if we could survive with two Dragon's." Harry sighed in impatience.
"Do you two mind if we adjourn this discussion to the table? You're heavy Griffin." Ron looked at his friend who was still supporting most of his weight.
"Am not!"
"Yes you are." Without another word Harry began to drag Ron to the table, ignoring the redhead's protests. Hermione smiled at the antics of her two friends and joined them at the still shocked table. Seeing that no one had moved to help Mrs.Weasley, who was still sprawled on the ground, she took it upon herself to take care of her. With a wave of her hand she magicked a stretcher under the woman and turned to her friends.
"I'm taking her up to the hospital wing, you two behave yourselves." the two boys rolled their eyes at her and muttered.
"Yes ma'am." She shook her head laughing and left the room, the stretcher floating behind her. While that had gone on everyone seemed to have recovered their senses, more or less. Dumbledore was once again sitting at the head of the table, not taking his eyes from Ron. Ginny on the other hand suddenly flung herself onto his brother's arms and started to cry on his shoulder. With a sigh Griffin picked Ginny up and placed her on his lap, letting her cry out. He looked around the room, the teachers were all looking wearily at him, they were probably trying to decide if he was a death eater using pollyjuice potion or the real thing. His father had his face torn between suspicion and hope while his brothers were all looking at him in wonder and mistrust. Finally Dumbledore broke the silence.
"I hope, Mr Weasley, you understand our surprise and reticence at seeing you here having just been hit by the killing curse." Ron nodded calmly.
"Of course headmaster."
"Ok, then could you explain how you survived a curse that has only been survived by Mr Potter?" Griffin and Dragon exchanged looks and then looked at Phoenix who just came into the room, a grave look on her face.
"Did I miss something?" Harry smiled a little nervously.
"The headmaster wants to know how Griffin survived the killing curse."
"Oh" The girl took a seat next to Harry and looked at Dumbledore fingering her necklace. "Who is going to tell him?" Griffin shrugged and shifted Ginny a little in his lap.
"I'll do it since I was the one hit." After his two friends nodded he turned to face the teachers. "Some months ago we started to study the killing curse, we had been studying magic on our own till then getting control over wandless magic, but soon that became kind of dull since it is more of a practise than anything else. Through the first months we had got a nice collection of books on magic and we began to study them so we could better protect ourselves if the need arose. The killing curse got our attention, Harry had survived it so it was not unstoppable, we just had to look at a way of doing so. Two months later we finally came to a conclusion, all people had been looking it the wrong way. The killing curse can not be stopped, but as it is a kind of energy it can be transformed. We worked in a way to change the energy as soon as it touched us and we came up with these." He motioned to the necklace Hermione was playing with. "That's what we call a Phoenix necklace, it
takes the energy of the killing curse and transforms it in a shield that will protect you from nearly everything. The downside of the necklace is that the curse still knocks you out because it uses a big part of your own energy."
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.
The betrayal:
The mood in the great was very subdued. All the Weasleys were looking pale and red eyed, they had obviously been crying and hadn't got much sleep that night. All residents in the castle were now in the room, waiting for Dumbledore and Lupin who were still in the hospital wing checking on Sirius. The only ones missing were Harry and Hermione, who had not been seen since they had taken Ron's body out of the great hall the last night. Everyone was sitting at the great table, black hangings had replaced the normal crests of the houses. No one was talking, and the only sound was the occasional sob from Mrs Weasley or Ginny. Finally a few minutes later Dumbledore came in followed by a pale looking Lupin. The old headmaster looked around and frowned, he took his place at the head of the table and turned to his right side where professor McGonagall was sitting.
"Has anyone seen Harry or Hermione?" The deputy head-mistress shook her head sadly.
"No headmaster. They are still locked up in the sixth year sleeping room." Dumbledore looked sadly around the table and sighed. He stood up and began his speech.
"My friends, it's with a sad heart that I have to acknowledge the death of one of the bravest students Hogwarts has ever seen. Ron Weasley proved through the four years he stayed here he was a true Gryffindor and possessed the power to become one of the greatest wizards alive. Even when for unjust reasons he was expelled of this school he didn't let darkness overwhelm him and with the help of his two best friends continued on with his life, helping others along his way. When he returned here, proving once again his bravery, he did all in his power to deal with the hurt and betrayal we had all inflicted upon him, trying in every moment not to hurt those around him even if they had not showed such contempt upon him. Finally last night he bravely died protecting his mother after having battled a horde of death eaters on his own. Lets now remember Ron Weasley as one of the heroes who have died during this new dark age." After he finished, the headmaster sat down and looked to
his empty plate. Everyone sat at the table with bowed heads, some of them were crying. They had been all so lost in Dumbledore's words that no one had noticed the entrance of the three teenagers. They had stayed standing at the door, listening to Dumbledore with everyone else. Finally, when the silence began to become to long, Ron decided to talk, he knew Harry and Hermione were waiting for him to make the first move.
"You know, that was kind of nice, could you write it down? I'll make sure someone recites it when I die." All heads snapped up and looked at the door. Mrs Weasley fainted right away, while Dumbledore stood up, a shocked look on his face, knocking his chair away. The rest of the teachers were gapping at him with his brothers. "You know, black doesn't become this room." With a wave of his hand he changed the room back to it's normal state. The headmaster made his way to the three teenagers who were looking it all in amusement. Ron looked him right in the eyes and rose an eyebrow to him. "Do I become a title or something? How about the boy who lived two?" Phoenix rolled her eyes at his friend.
"Yeah, right, keep dreaming Griffin, there's only one of those."
"Thank God, I don't know if we could survive with two Dragon's." Harry sighed in impatience.
"Do you two mind if we adjourn this discussion to the table? You're heavy Griffin." Ron looked at his friend who was still supporting most of his weight.
"Am not!"
"Yes you are." Without another word Harry began to drag Ron to the table, ignoring the redhead's protests. Hermione smiled at the antics of her two friends and joined them at the still shocked table. Seeing that no one had moved to help Mrs.Weasley, who was still sprawled on the ground, she took it upon herself to take care of her. With a wave of her hand she magicked a stretcher under the woman and turned to her friends.
"I'm taking her up to the hospital wing, you two behave yourselves." the two boys rolled their eyes at her and muttered.
"Yes ma'am." She shook her head laughing and left the room, the stretcher floating behind her. While that had gone on everyone seemed to have recovered their senses, more or less. Dumbledore was once again sitting at the head of the table, not taking his eyes from Ron. Ginny on the other hand suddenly flung herself onto his brother's arms and started to cry on his shoulder. With a sigh Griffin picked Ginny up and placed her on his lap, letting her cry out. He looked around the room, the teachers were all looking wearily at him, they were probably trying to decide if he was a death eater using pollyjuice potion or the real thing. His father had his face torn between suspicion and hope while his brothers were all looking at him in wonder and mistrust. Finally Dumbledore broke the silence.
"I hope, Mr Weasley, you understand our surprise and reticence at seeing you here having just been hit by the killing curse." Ron nodded calmly.
"Of course headmaster."
"Ok, then could you explain how you survived a curse that has only been survived by Mr Potter?" Griffin and Dragon exchanged looks and then looked at Phoenix who just came into the room, a grave look on her face.
"Did I miss something?" Harry smiled a little nervously.
"The headmaster wants to know how Griffin survived the killing curse."
"Oh" The girl took a seat next to Harry and looked at Dumbledore fingering her necklace. "Who is going to tell him?" Griffin shrugged and shifted Ginny a little in his lap.
"I'll do it since I was the one hit." After his two friends nodded he turned to face the teachers. "Some months ago we started to study the killing curse, we had been studying magic on our own till then getting control over wandless magic, but soon that became kind of dull since it is more of a practise than anything else. Through the first months we had got a nice collection of books on magic and we began to study them so we could better protect ourselves if the need arose. The killing curse got our attention, Harry had survived it so it was not unstoppable, we just had to look at a way of doing so. Two months later we finally came to a conclusion, all people had been looking it the wrong way. The killing curse can not be stopped, but as it is a kind of energy it can be transformed. We worked in a way to change the energy as soon as it touched us and we came up with these." He motioned to the necklace Hermione was playing with. "That's what we call a Phoenix necklace, it
takes the energy of the killing curse and transforms it in a shield that will protect you from nearly everything. The downside of the necklace is that the curse still knocks you out because it uses a big part of your own energy."
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.
