Chapter Fifteen
What ever Professor Kagome had said made Fudge's face drain of all color. He finished reading the list shakily but even I had heard enough. I left the room before he could finish the list.
Ginny had laid her head down and she started to cry. Ron just sat there stunned as he heard the names of many people he knew. I followed Professor Kagome out the hall and was stunned at the sight I saw.
She was leaning against the wall. She was not crying, she just stared at the wall as I came over.
She looked at me and tried to smiled, but just couldn't.
"You know, when I left my old life behind I had hoped that I wouldn't ever lose someone I loved. When I came here I had no ideal what I was getting myself into."
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously. "All wizards and witches that take Voldemort into account knows that we are fighting a war that we could very well lose."
She smiled sadly and said, "Everything will make itself known soon enough." Then she left for her office, but not before I felt a strange flaring of power.
I was in the common room before anyone else. They were probably still at the hall. I didn't know what to do. People were dying left and right and now we were confined to Hogwarts school. We were no longer allowed to venture out unless a teacher was with us and we could no longer go home until the danger passed and that would never happen.
Until Voldemort was dead, no one was safe. No muggles, no wizards, no one was safe anymore. I closed my eyes briefly as I heard someone come into the common room.
Looking up I saw Ron. His eyes were sorrowful as he said, "What are we going to do?"
I almost cried as I said, "I wish Harry was here. He'd know what to do. The final battle is coming and they think they'll safe and locked up. It won't happen that way. I wonder if I'll ever see my family again."
"We will. We will see out families and we'll be able to celebrate that we're alive."
"Will we?" I asked sharply. "Do you know that we will win. We know nothing. It seems like all hope vanished when Harry died and Voldemort got stronger."
"Voldemort will not win!" Ron said vehemently and I stared at him in amazement. It was the first time he had ever uttered his name.
"We can only hope and pray." I said quietly as the crackling of the fire overshadowed my words.
I walked into my room, fully intending to meditate to calm myself. I was in for a surprise though.
"God!" I shouted as I lit the lantern. On my bed was none other than Harry Potter.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He cracked a smile at my way of asking him why he was there then his face went grim as he said, "The battle is coming. It could even be tomorrow. Are you ready?"
I nodded. "That bastard killed friends of mine that I had not known were still alive. He killed one that I thought of as a son. He will pay."
"You know what to do. When the battle comes here be sure you're ready." He said as he faded from view.
My cousin is going to kill me when he finds out what we are planning to do. I thought as I laid down to get some rest.
Something about my cousin was bothering me. She knew something and she planned something, but refused to tell me. I just hoped that is wasn't another foolish plan like someone I had known used.
Nobody was still awake as I pushed back the covers of my bed. All my roommates were asleep as I wondered to my window. It was snowing the first snow of Christmas.
I pulled out a white letter from my robe as I sat on the window seal looking at the freshly fallen snow. The letter had explained everything I had not figured out. He was alive and we would win. My brother would be safe and so would my best friend. The one I loved was alive and well and I knew that what ever would come, we would be on equal footing thanks to him.
In a sense he had taught us how to survive and so had Kagome. She knew many things and had taught us how to fight and live.
I pulled back my fire red hair from my face as I walked back to my bed. I had known when he used the spell that he had not died like he wanted us to think but I never told anyone. I just wondered if he knew that I knew.
The scar on my forehead was pounding in pain and I knew he was here. It was time. It was sad though that is was on Christmas day.
What ever Professor Kagome had said made Fudge's face drain of all color. He finished reading the list shakily but even I had heard enough. I left the room before he could finish the list.
Ginny had laid her head down and she started to cry. Ron just sat there stunned as he heard the names of many people he knew. I followed Professor Kagome out the hall and was stunned at the sight I saw.
She was leaning against the wall. She was not crying, she just stared at the wall as I came over.
She looked at me and tried to smiled, but just couldn't.
"You know, when I left my old life behind I had hoped that I wouldn't ever lose someone I loved. When I came here I had no ideal what I was getting myself into."
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously. "All wizards and witches that take Voldemort into account knows that we are fighting a war that we could very well lose."
She smiled sadly and said, "Everything will make itself known soon enough." Then she left for her office, but not before I felt a strange flaring of power.
I was in the common room before anyone else. They were probably still at the hall. I didn't know what to do. People were dying left and right and now we were confined to Hogwarts school. We were no longer allowed to venture out unless a teacher was with us and we could no longer go home until the danger passed and that would never happen.
Until Voldemort was dead, no one was safe. No muggles, no wizards, no one was safe anymore. I closed my eyes briefly as I heard someone come into the common room.
Looking up I saw Ron. His eyes were sorrowful as he said, "What are we going to do?"
I almost cried as I said, "I wish Harry was here. He'd know what to do. The final battle is coming and they think they'll safe and locked up. It won't happen that way. I wonder if I'll ever see my family again."
"We will. We will see out families and we'll be able to celebrate that we're alive."
"Will we?" I asked sharply. "Do you know that we will win. We know nothing. It seems like all hope vanished when Harry died and Voldemort got stronger."
"Voldemort will not win!" Ron said vehemently and I stared at him in amazement. It was the first time he had ever uttered his name.
"We can only hope and pray." I said quietly as the crackling of the fire overshadowed my words.
I walked into my room, fully intending to meditate to calm myself. I was in for a surprise though.
"God!" I shouted as I lit the lantern. On my bed was none other than Harry Potter.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He cracked a smile at my way of asking him why he was there then his face went grim as he said, "The battle is coming. It could even be tomorrow. Are you ready?"
I nodded. "That bastard killed friends of mine that I had not known were still alive. He killed one that I thought of as a son. He will pay."
"You know what to do. When the battle comes here be sure you're ready." He said as he faded from view.
My cousin is going to kill me when he finds out what we are planning to do. I thought as I laid down to get some rest.
Something about my cousin was bothering me. She knew something and she planned something, but refused to tell me. I just hoped that is wasn't another foolish plan like someone I had known used.
Nobody was still awake as I pushed back the covers of my bed. All my roommates were asleep as I wondered to my window. It was snowing the first snow of Christmas.
I pulled out a white letter from my robe as I sat on the window seal looking at the freshly fallen snow. The letter had explained everything I had not figured out. He was alive and we would win. My brother would be safe and so would my best friend. The one I loved was alive and well and I knew that what ever would come, we would be on equal footing thanks to him.
In a sense he had taught us how to survive and so had Kagome. She knew many things and had taught us how to fight and live.
I pulled back my fire red hair from my face as I walked back to my bed. I had known when he used the spell that he had not died like he wanted us to think but I never told anyone. I just wondered if he knew that I knew.
The scar on my forehead was pounding in pain and I knew he was here. It was time. It was sad though that is was on Christmas day.