Disclaimer: You could sue me for using a similar storyline to Rowling, but
hey, I swear I had this in my head before the book came out. So I admit it;
I don't own the characters, but I still own my ideas and you'll never take
them! Ever! bwuahahhaha
A/N: Alright I need you to forget the prophesy made in the last book alright. I had this all planned out before and so now I just need a little help from you people. If you haven't read the book yet forget everything I just said. And please oh please review because I don't have a lot of inspiration to write if people aren't going to read it. *bats eyelashes* I'm trying desperately not to confuse people. Hopefully this will clear up some things!
"Haven't you heard? I would think you'd be the first to know if she died..." Snape fumbled with his robes and pulled out what appeared to be a large bottle of Odgen's Firewhiskey.
"If who died?" Harry cried frantically.
"Who do you think Potter? That know-it-all finally met her match and got what all of you deserve."
"No…" he said weakly. "It can't be. Not Hermione too…"
Snape's grin widened. "Ah, I should have known. You seemed positively cheerful the other day. I wouldn't expect you to cheer with the rest of us at the Mudblood's death."
"Wait, what are you talking about?"
"What's that boy?"
"You said the other day I was cheerful. I think I'd remember talking to a slimy sorry ass git like yourself."
Snape's lips thinned and his voice got dangerously soft. "You watch what your saying Potter. No one is here to protect you now."
Determined not to back down Harry met Snape's cold glare. The anger and hatred was coming back again. It seemed to spread through him everyday and take a little bit more of his sanity. Striding up to the bars Harry asked, "Who killed her Snape?" His voice was quiet but precise almost daring Snape not to answer him.
Moving a step closer to Harry he replied coolly, "I did."
Harry slammed his fist against the bars so suddenly Snape drew back in surprise. Something inside Harry seemed to have snapped and he just lost control. Throwing his small cot across the cell he gave the wall a few reassuring kicks and then started attacking his mattress. Kicking the ground every moment or two Harry proceeded to rip great chunks of the mattress out spreading feathers everywhere.
The expression on Snape's face had changed from surprise to amusement. Soon his cruel laughter echoed throughout the room. But it only helped fuel Harry's rage. When the mattress had been torn to pieces and the spring lay in shambles in the corner he turned on the small sink. Pulling the pipe out from underneath the sink he began smashing the chipped porcelain sink. With a final smash the mirror shattered sending shards of glass all over the floor. Bleeding and utterly exhausted Harry collapsed on the floor, his glasses askew and shirt ripped.
Snape had finally stopped laughing and with a lackadaisical swish of his wand he cleaned up the bits of broken glass. "I think we'll leave you to think about what you've done." said Snape a slight tone of amusement in his voice. "Maybe next time you won't be so quick to lose your temper." With a swish of his cloak Snape left the room. Laughing quietly he strode up to the small man, head back and snoring slightly. "You'd better not let him find you like that again Peter."
The man woke with a start and blinked around stupidly. "No master everything's fine here."
Giving a snort of disgust Snape retorted back. "You know he'd kill you if you let Ron in again. I know what almost happened."
"What? Oh no. I would never. How do you…? Oh it doesn't matter. The boy wasn't in there, I should know. You….you haven't seen him in there have you Severus?"
An odd grin spread across his face and he only asked "You wouldn't happen to have the time would you Peter."
Giving him an odd look Peter pulled out a tattered pocket watch that had tarnished in age. "It's almost 11:30." A flicker of panic erupted on Snape's face and he turned on his heel and began striding down the hall. "Wait Severus! Where are you going?"
"To find the boy. And if what you said is true than I should find him quite soon." Laughing Snape whipped around the corner but his gait was changing. His posture became more awkward and fumbling and he seemed to grow a few inches. Small freckles began popping up on his face and his hair was slowly becoming red. With a final snort of laughter the once commanding Potions master was replaced than none other than Ron Weasley. Ducking into a classroom Ron pulled off the robes that were now two sizes too small. Turning around Ron faced a giant picture that was covering the wall. It appeared to have once been of the "wonder trio". But Hermione's picture had been blown apart and Ron's had left it entirely. All that was left was the blown up picture of Harry alone in the large picture frame.
Slinking over to the picture Ron picked up a few muggle darts and began to throw them at the photo.
"Ha! I'm going to let you suffer now Harry. I'm going to let you suffer knowing that everything you ever loved is gone. That no one thinks of you as their famous Harry Potter anymore. Instead they all loath you. They know the real prophesy now. See, I never told you Harry, but that day of my Transfiguration exam Trelawney had a real premonition. It must have been the incense or something. I mean that bat had two true predictions in one day. But they all know now that as long as you're still alive Voldemort can't die! There's only one way for Voldemort to die and that is if you die Harry. You're so stupid you don't even know why he's keeping you around. See that night he transferred too much of himself over to you. So now he can never be truly alive because part of him lives within you." Ron gave a harsh laugh. "You've got the same evil within you that he can't live without. So as long as you're still alive he's still in power. Needless to say you're certainly not as popular as you used to be. If I could have just killed you I would have defeated the Dark Lord and everyone would be looking to me as there hero for a change. But once again you must take it away from me. So now I just have to make Voldemort think I'm on his side…."
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There was a faint buzzing and a ladybug flew from her perch on the windowsill outside of the castle. Finding another open door it made its way slowly down into the dungeons. With a faint pop the ladybug had morphed into a woman in bright green robes and jeweled glasses. In her hand were a crocodile-skin handbag and a roll of parchment. Prodding Peter awake she gave him a stern look over her glasses. "You know you can't be falling asleep like this."
"I know, I know," he said with a yawn. "What do you want anyway?" he asked irratibly looking from her bright robes to the handbag clutched tightly under her arm.
"I have some very interesting news for our Lord."
"Involving what, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I do mind as it's none of your business. Now take me to see our Lordship."
"As you wish milady." Peter said with a bow. Leading her through several doors and tapestries they arrived at last to what seemed to be a plain unmarked door with the exception of a single serpent entwined around a tree. She gasped and Peter nodded fervently. "I know it almost seems real."
"Well come in," said a voice from within the depths of the chamber. "I'm not going to sit here waiting all day Wormtail. Bring her inside."
"Yes master!" cried Peter bursting through the door and throwing himself at the feet of the chair sitting close to the fire.
But the man in the chair seemed to be ignoring the quivering lump at his feet. Instead he turned his attention to the woman who had entered. "Ah Rita. I was wondering when you might show up. Have a drink." A single white scabbed hand held out a goblet.
Taking the goblet and drinking deep Rita unfurled the parchment. "Please my lord. I have been staying in Mr. Weasley's room as you asked and I learned some very interesting things. For example the fact that Mr. Weasley was present during the prediction. He knows what would happen if he kills Harry and seemed rather eager to do it too."
"Well that is interesting. Tell me Rita, has he seen you following him yet?"
"Of course not my lord. But he does know that I'm an animagus. That mudblood bitch of his caught me 3 years ago. She thought she was so clever." Rita laughed but it sounded hollow and unatural.
"But the boy..." the voice pried. "What were the boy's plans?"
"He didn't mention anything. He just said he was going to leave Harry alone."
"She's lying," the man squeaked from the floor.
"Quiet Wormtail. She can't be lying since I've given her Veritaserum."
The dazed look on Rita's face didn't change as she babbled on. "Is it true that you can't live if Harry dies? Is that why you're keeping him all locked up down there? So he won't get hurt and so he won't get all noble on you?"
"Silence!" he bellowed and Wormtail cowered to the ground. "Did he talk about how much Harry knew?"
"Oh yes my lord. He went on about how stupid Harry was. How Harry didn't realize that there must be some reason for you keeping him here alive for all this time. And-"
Voldemort cut her off. "Thank you Rita. You have been quite helpful. But with that in mind I can't have you blabbing my secrets off everywhere. So goodbye Rita." he nodded at Wormtail and turned back to the fire.
"Oh goodbye then." Rita said good naturedly mistaking the death sentence for politeness.
Wormtail trembling slightly raised his wand above his head and with a swish he cried, "Avada Kedavra!" There was a flash of green light and Rita's body fell to the floor.
A/N: Alright I need you to forget the prophesy made in the last book alright. I had this all planned out before and so now I just need a little help from you people. If you haven't read the book yet forget everything I just said. And please oh please review because I don't have a lot of inspiration to write if people aren't going to read it. *bats eyelashes* I'm trying desperately not to confuse people. Hopefully this will clear up some things!
"Haven't you heard? I would think you'd be the first to know if she died..." Snape fumbled with his robes and pulled out what appeared to be a large bottle of Odgen's Firewhiskey.
"If who died?" Harry cried frantically.
"Who do you think Potter? That know-it-all finally met her match and got what all of you deserve."
"No…" he said weakly. "It can't be. Not Hermione too…"
Snape's grin widened. "Ah, I should have known. You seemed positively cheerful the other day. I wouldn't expect you to cheer with the rest of us at the Mudblood's death."
"Wait, what are you talking about?"
"What's that boy?"
"You said the other day I was cheerful. I think I'd remember talking to a slimy sorry ass git like yourself."
Snape's lips thinned and his voice got dangerously soft. "You watch what your saying Potter. No one is here to protect you now."
Determined not to back down Harry met Snape's cold glare. The anger and hatred was coming back again. It seemed to spread through him everyday and take a little bit more of his sanity. Striding up to the bars Harry asked, "Who killed her Snape?" His voice was quiet but precise almost daring Snape not to answer him.
Moving a step closer to Harry he replied coolly, "I did."
Harry slammed his fist against the bars so suddenly Snape drew back in surprise. Something inside Harry seemed to have snapped and he just lost control. Throwing his small cot across the cell he gave the wall a few reassuring kicks and then started attacking his mattress. Kicking the ground every moment or two Harry proceeded to rip great chunks of the mattress out spreading feathers everywhere.
The expression on Snape's face had changed from surprise to amusement. Soon his cruel laughter echoed throughout the room. But it only helped fuel Harry's rage. When the mattress had been torn to pieces and the spring lay in shambles in the corner he turned on the small sink. Pulling the pipe out from underneath the sink he began smashing the chipped porcelain sink. With a final smash the mirror shattered sending shards of glass all over the floor. Bleeding and utterly exhausted Harry collapsed on the floor, his glasses askew and shirt ripped.
Snape had finally stopped laughing and with a lackadaisical swish of his wand he cleaned up the bits of broken glass. "I think we'll leave you to think about what you've done." said Snape a slight tone of amusement in his voice. "Maybe next time you won't be so quick to lose your temper." With a swish of his cloak Snape left the room. Laughing quietly he strode up to the small man, head back and snoring slightly. "You'd better not let him find you like that again Peter."
The man woke with a start and blinked around stupidly. "No master everything's fine here."
Giving a snort of disgust Snape retorted back. "You know he'd kill you if you let Ron in again. I know what almost happened."
"What? Oh no. I would never. How do you…? Oh it doesn't matter. The boy wasn't in there, I should know. You….you haven't seen him in there have you Severus?"
An odd grin spread across his face and he only asked "You wouldn't happen to have the time would you Peter."
Giving him an odd look Peter pulled out a tattered pocket watch that had tarnished in age. "It's almost 11:30." A flicker of panic erupted on Snape's face and he turned on his heel and began striding down the hall. "Wait Severus! Where are you going?"
"To find the boy. And if what you said is true than I should find him quite soon." Laughing Snape whipped around the corner but his gait was changing. His posture became more awkward and fumbling and he seemed to grow a few inches. Small freckles began popping up on his face and his hair was slowly becoming red. With a final snort of laughter the once commanding Potions master was replaced than none other than Ron Weasley. Ducking into a classroom Ron pulled off the robes that were now two sizes too small. Turning around Ron faced a giant picture that was covering the wall. It appeared to have once been of the "wonder trio". But Hermione's picture had been blown apart and Ron's had left it entirely. All that was left was the blown up picture of Harry alone in the large picture frame.
Slinking over to the picture Ron picked up a few muggle darts and began to throw them at the photo.
"Ha! I'm going to let you suffer now Harry. I'm going to let you suffer knowing that everything you ever loved is gone. That no one thinks of you as their famous Harry Potter anymore. Instead they all loath you. They know the real prophesy now. See, I never told you Harry, but that day of my Transfiguration exam Trelawney had a real premonition. It must have been the incense or something. I mean that bat had two true predictions in one day. But they all know now that as long as you're still alive Voldemort can't die! There's only one way for Voldemort to die and that is if you die Harry. You're so stupid you don't even know why he's keeping you around. See that night he transferred too much of himself over to you. So now he can never be truly alive because part of him lives within you." Ron gave a harsh laugh. "You've got the same evil within you that he can't live without. So as long as you're still alive he's still in power. Needless to say you're certainly not as popular as you used to be. If I could have just killed you I would have defeated the Dark Lord and everyone would be looking to me as there hero for a change. But once again you must take it away from me. So now I just have to make Voldemort think I'm on his side…."
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There was a faint buzzing and a ladybug flew from her perch on the windowsill outside of the castle. Finding another open door it made its way slowly down into the dungeons. With a faint pop the ladybug had morphed into a woman in bright green robes and jeweled glasses. In her hand were a crocodile-skin handbag and a roll of parchment. Prodding Peter awake she gave him a stern look over her glasses. "You know you can't be falling asleep like this."
"I know, I know," he said with a yawn. "What do you want anyway?" he asked irratibly looking from her bright robes to the handbag clutched tightly under her arm.
"I have some very interesting news for our Lord."
"Involving what, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I do mind as it's none of your business. Now take me to see our Lordship."
"As you wish milady." Peter said with a bow. Leading her through several doors and tapestries they arrived at last to what seemed to be a plain unmarked door with the exception of a single serpent entwined around a tree. She gasped and Peter nodded fervently. "I know it almost seems real."
"Well come in," said a voice from within the depths of the chamber. "I'm not going to sit here waiting all day Wormtail. Bring her inside."
"Yes master!" cried Peter bursting through the door and throwing himself at the feet of the chair sitting close to the fire.
But the man in the chair seemed to be ignoring the quivering lump at his feet. Instead he turned his attention to the woman who had entered. "Ah Rita. I was wondering when you might show up. Have a drink." A single white scabbed hand held out a goblet.
Taking the goblet and drinking deep Rita unfurled the parchment. "Please my lord. I have been staying in Mr. Weasley's room as you asked and I learned some very interesting things. For example the fact that Mr. Weasley was present during the prediction. He knows what would happen if he kills Harry and seemed rather eager to do it too."
"Well that is interesting. Tell me Rita, has he seen you following him yet?"
"Of course not my lord. But he does know that I'm an animagus. That mudblood bitch of his caught me 3 years ago. She thought she was so clever." Rita laughed but it sounded hollow and unatural.
"But the boy..." the voice pried. "What were the boy's plans?"
"He didn't mention anything. He just said he was going to leave Harry alone."
"She's lying," the man squeaked from the floor.
"Quiet Wormtail. She can't be lying since I've given her Veritaserum."
The dazed look on Rita's face didn't change as she babbled on. "Is it true that you can't live if Harry dies? Is that why you're keeping him all locked up down there? So he won't get hurt and so he won't get all noble on you?"
"Silence!" he bellowed and Wormtail cowered to the ground. "Did he talk about how much Harry knew?"
"Oh yes my lord. He went on about how stupid Harry was. How Harry didn't realize that there must be some reason for you keeping him here alive for all this time. And-"
Voldemort cut her off. "Thank you Rita. You have been quite helpful. But with that in mind I can't have you blabbing my secrets off everywhere. So goodbye Rita." he nodded at Wormtail and turned back to the fire.
"Oh goodbye then." Rita said good naturedly mistaking the death sentence for politeness.
Wormtail trembling slightly raised his wand above his head and with a swish he cried, "Avada Kedavra!" There was a flash of green light and Rita's body fell to the floor.
