Disclaimer: all characters, settings, ideas, etc. are property of JK
Rowling. If you are reading this Rowling, please don't sue my sorry ass,
'cuzz I gots no cash$$$ :) enjoy!
Rated: PG-13 for some violence, and date violence
Summary: This is the part we've all been waiting for...
enjoy!
Hogwarts: Friends, Enemies, and Love
Chapter 4: The Showdown
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The door was locked. Harry could still hear Hermione on the other side of the door. He ran his shoulder hard through the door to the Room of Requirement, and crossed the room in one large stride. The fairy lights glowed brightly as Harry was disgusted by what he saw. Harry flung a nightstand out of the way as if it was weightless, sending it crashing aside. The bottles of potion that had previously been upon the table were crushed with the resounding jolt of glass shattering loudly, sending multicolored liquids everywhere to stain the room. Strong and exotic smells filled the room along with different hazes of smoke. The thought of using his wand never crossed his mind. Actually, nothing was going through his mind. Harry no longer could see, no longer could hear, no longer even felt as he took a huge swing and sucker-punched* Marcus hard in the side of the head. Harry didn't feel anything as he connected again and sent Marcus flying off of the bed. All that he could see was red. Blood was swimming in front of his vision, flooding his brain. Nothing seemed up or down. Gravity, reality, all gone. Only Anger.
Marcus pulled out his wand in a flurry of robes as he got up off of the floor. "Pyronia," he shrieked as flames shot from his wand and set Harry's robes alight. The flames danced to the beat of chaos around Harry, casting bright flashes across the walls. Harry didn't care. He didn't care that it burned, all the pain he felt inside blocked out anything else going on externally. The burning rose in crescendo with the volatile hatred inside him. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye and through the brightness of the inferno that Hermione had grabbed her wand and she said something. Harry barely realized the flames disappear as he tried to hex Marcus, his spell missing by a few feet. The haze lifted, and for the first time Harry looked into Marcus's ice blue eyes. Harry immediately regained all his senses, as if they had been magnified tenfold. The smell of the potions filled his lungs, the fairies cast radiance that illuminated every detail of the room, the crackling of burned flesh seared on Harry's skin, the titanic and all-consuming rage in his stomach was about to let loose an army of raw emotion that Harry was sure would wipe out every last living thing.
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He dodged just in time as Marcus yelled "OBLITERATE!" The spell missed Harry's head by mere inches, but took an unhealthy chunk of meat out of his shoulder. Harry grunted as the white tiger skin curtains behind him were splattered with deep, rich blood. The spell continued on and hit a hovering orb, causing it to shatter and send bright crystal into every possible inch of the room in a single, blinding flash. A high pitched squeak was cut short as fresh, wet fairy blood stained Harry's robes a bright shade of blue. His heart beat against its cage of ribs furiously, and he felt that his head was about to explode with an overload of events.
Harry and Marcus raised their wands again in unison, determined not to hold back, when all of the sudden Hermione yelled something and a bright flash tinted the entire room green for a second before Marcus magically hurled across the room, hitting the wall with a very loud sound of something heavy being dropped onto wood. He slumped to the floor in a groan, while his wand bounced off the ceiling, and breaking in halve upon the floor. Hermione was standing tall on top of the four poster bed, her wand pointing down at Marcus and her face in a red and infuriated rage. "PIG!" she yelled. "Troll! You low life bastard! I should jinx you into next week!" As Marcus listened to this, he turned and saw a blue and red blood stained Harry Potter advancing upon him with the remains of a broken potions bottle. Marcus slithered towards the door as quickly as possible, followed by a thrown bottle and a purple jet of sparks.
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After he had left Harry felt flushed and turned towards Hermione. He saw her step down off the bed, all the color in her face quickly receding. The orbs containing fairies dance around the room, causing a swirling shift of lights. Harry could almost feel the emptiness in Hermione's voice as she said "Harry, please, just hold me." She started to cry softly as they embraced and sat down together on the deep purple couch. Harry looked into those deep, brown eyes and could see she was shaking, bruised, angry, scared, and exhausted. She was still very intoxicated, and very overstressed as she pulled Harry closer and softly wept into his unwounded shoulder, her wand still in hand. "Thanks for coming back," she said after about a minute. "Umm, sure," said Harry, not sure what the proper response would be to this. "You're the best friend ever Harry, I love you so so so much."
Harry was too emotionally drained from the night's events to feel even a single butterfly in his stomach. "You're tired Hermione, you don't know what you're saying." She gripped him tighter and said in a soft voice, "Of course I do, and I know you love me too." Harry wasn't sure what the truthful answer would be, so he said nothing. His headache pounded as a war drum as his feelings swirled again and became complicated. "Would you fight for me?" she said in a dreamy voice. Reflecting on the recent events, Harry said "Yes, of course..." Hermione interrupted him, "Then that's what I call love." Harry would always have laid down his life for Ron and Hermione, but he had never followed this train of thought before. He was sure Hermione always would have done the same for both he and Ron, but then again at this moment she---
Harry looked down at Hermione's face to ask her more about this, but she was already asleep in his arms. He sighed heavily as he pulled her up and carried her over to the bed. The fairies were already asleep by now, making the room very dark. He stepped on peacock feathers and broken glass as he laid her gently down on the bed and covered her with the red satin blanket. Viewing the wreckage of the room in the dim light one last time, Harry cleared some spilled potion off the floor at the foot of Hermione's bed and lay down. He didn't feel safe leaving her alone the rest of the night, and besides, he was too tired to climb all the way back up the castle to the dorms. Harry sighed again as he took of his scorched robes and rolled them up tightly into a pillow placed them under his head.
Harry fell asleep within minutes, and was dreaming about a perfect, peaceful outing in the Christmas snow with his friends, his family, and his love.
End of Chapter 4
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AN: thanx again and a thousand gold doubloons to all those who take their time to review for me. you all flatter me, I'm not that good and it's my first fic, but hey who doesn't like to be flattered (yes, I have been working out) ;) Thanx to Queen of the Sun for your reviews, I like your story too! I might write an epilogue, but that all depends on whether the audience wants it or not (show of hands, please). everyone who reads please continue to review and critique my writing style and structure, because I really want to improve! Flames are welcome, and tell me what I do wrong and I promise that it will be fixed. Thanx again! :)
Rated: PG-13 for some violence, and date violence
Summary: This is the part we've all been waiting for...
enjoy!
Hogwarts: Friends, Enemies, and Love
Chapter 4: The Showdown
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^
The door was locked. Harry could still hear Hermione on the other side of the door. He ran his shoulder hard through the door to the Room of Requirement, and crossed the room in one large stride. The fairy lights glowed brightly as Harry was disgusted by what he saw. Harry flung a nightstand out of the way as if it was weightless, sending it crashing aside. The bottles of potion that had previously been upon the table were crushed with the resounding jolt of glass shattering loudly, sending multicolored liquids everywhere to stain the room. Strong and exotic smells filled the room along with different hazes of smoke. The thought of using his wand never crossed his mind. Actually, nothing was going through his mind. Harry no longer could see, no longer could hear, no longer even felt as he took a huge swing and sucker-punched* Marcus hard in the side of the head. Harry didn't feel anything as he connected again and sent Marcus flying off of the bed. All that he could see was red. Blood was swimming in front of his vision, flooding his brain. Nothing seemed up or down. Gravity, reality, all gone. Only Anger.
Marcus pulled out his wand in a flurry of robes as he got up off of the floor. "Pyronia," he shrieked as flames shot from his wand and set Harry's robes alight. The flames danced to the beat of chaos around Harry, casting bright flashes across the walls. Harry didn't care. He didn't care that it burned, all the pain he felt inside blocked out anything else going on externally. The burning rose in crescendo with the volatile hatred inside him. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye and through the brightness of the inferno that Hermione had grabbed her wand and she said something. Harry barely realized the flames disappear as he tried to hex Marcus, his spell missing by a few feet. The haze lifted, and for the first time Harry looked into Marcus's ice blue eyes. Harry immediately regained all his senses, as if they had been magnified tenfold. The smell of the potions filled his lungs, the fairies cast radiance that illuminated every detail of the room, the crackling of burned flesh seared on Harry's skin, the titanic and all-consuming rage in his stomach was about to let loose an army of raw emotion that Harry was sure would wipe out every last living thing.
!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx!
He dodged just in time as Marcus yelled "OBLITERATE!" The spell missed Harry's head by mere inches, but took an unhealthy chunk of meat out of his shoulder. Harry grunted as the white tiger skin curtains behind him were splattered with deep, rich blood. The spell continued on and hit a hovering orb, causing it to shatter and send bright crystal into every possible inch of the room in a single, blinding flash. A high pitched squeak was cut short as fresh, wet fairy blood stained Harry's robes a bright shade of blue. His heart beat against its cage of ribs furiously, and he felt that his head was about to explode with an overload of events.
Harry and Marcus raised their wands again in unison, determined not to hold back, when all of the sudden Hermione yelled something and a bright flash tinted the entire room green for a second before Marcus magically hurled across the room, hitting the wall with a very loud sound of something heavy being dropped onto wood. He slumped to the floor in a groan, while his wand bounced off the ceiling, and breaking in halve upon the floor. Hermione was standing tall on top of the four poster bed, her wand pointing down at Marcus and her face in a red and infuriated rage. "PIG!" she yelled. "Troll! You low life bastard! I should jinx you into next week!" As Marcus listened to this, he turned and saw a blue and red blood stained Harry Potter advancing upon him with the remains of a broken potions bottle. Marcus slithered towards the door as quickly as possible, followed by a thrown bottle and a purple jet of sparks.
{[(~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*o0O0o*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~)]}
After he had left Harry felt flushed and turned towards Hermione. He saw her step down off the bed, all the color in her face quickly receding. The orbs containing fairies dance around the room, causing a swirling shift of lights. Harry could almost feel the emptiness in Hermione's voice as she said "Harry, please, just hold me." She started to cry softly as they embraced and sat down together on the deep purple couch. Harry looked into those deep, brown eyes and could see she was shaking, bruised, angry, scared, and exhausted. She was still very intoxicated, and very overstressed as she pulled Harry closer and softly wept into his unwounded shoulder, her wand still in hand. "Thanks for coming back," she said after about a minute. "Umm, sure," said Harry, not sure what the proper response would be to this. "You're the best friend ever Harry, I love you so so so much."
Harry was too emotionally drained from the night's events to feel even a single butterfly in his stomach. "You're tired Hermione, you don't know what you're saying." She gripped him tighter and said in a soft voice, "Of course I do, and I know you love me too." Harry wasn't sure what the truthful answer would be, so he said nothing. His headache pounded as a war drum as his feelings swirled again and became complicated. "Would you fight for me?" she said in a dreamy voice. Reflecting on the recent events, Harry said "Yes, of course..." Hermione interrupted him, "Then that's what I call love." Harry would always have laid down his life for Ron and Hermione, but he had never followed this train of thought before. He was sure Hermione always would have done the same for both he and Ron, but then again at this moment she---
Harry looked down at Hermione's face to ask her more about this, but she was already asleep in his arms. He sighed heavily as he pulled her up and carried her over to the bed. The fairies were already asleep by now, making the room very dark. He stepped on peacock feathers and broken glass as he laid her gently down on the bed and covered her with the red satin blanket. Viewing the wreckage of the room in the dim light one last time, Harry cleared some spilled potion off the floor at the foot of Hermione's bed and lay down. He didn't feel safe leaving her alone the rest of the night, and besides, he was too tired to climb all the way back up the castle to the dorms. Harry sighed again as he took of his scorched robes and rolled them up tightly into a pillow placed them under his head.
Harry fell asleep within minutes, and was dreaming about a perfect, peaceful outing in the Christmas snow with his friends, his family, and his love.
End of Chapter 4
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AN: thanx again and a thousand gold doubloons to all those who take their time to review for me. you all flatter me, I'm not that good and it's my first fic, but hey who doesn't like to be flattered (yes, I have been working out) ;) Thanx to Queen of the Sun for your reviews, I like your story too! I might write an epilogue, but that all depends on whether the audience wants it or not (show of hands, please). everyone who reads please continue to review and critique my writing style and structure, because I really want to improve! Flames are welcome, and tell me what I do wrong and I promise that it will be fixed. Thanx again! :)
