A/N: Okay, I actually have a really good reason for not updating recently.
You see, I typed this chapter up at my cousin's house and she offered to
beta it for me. So I said yes. That was almost three weeks ago. I just got
it back. It'll be the last time I ever use a beta reader.
Anyway, much thanks to griffingirl101: I thank you for actually hanging on this long. If I had been in your place, I would have given up ages ago; Jedi Master Calriel; Child-of-the-Dawn; LittleEar BigEar's sis; Prophetess Of Hearts; Authoress; bob; JerseyGirl03; Anora; potter-man1; juggling stars Nitte iz; someone; Jordan; 2 words; Little Elflet; LoonyLoopyLisa; siriusblack; stayblue; gothgirl.com; water drifter; dark-gin; two2feet: Ack! Thanks for pointing that out, I do things like that all the time. Spell Check is my best friend!; and Miss Malfoy3!!!
CH12: A Job Well Done
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~James' Point-of-View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, quick recap.
Ten minutes ago, he was convinced that Professor Harry Jamison was a full- blown, black-cloak, scary-mask Death Eater.
But now......
James watched as their mysterious Defense professor traded spells with a second You-Know-Who, one that he obviously already met. And what a duel it was. Jamison was shooting off curse at record speed, using anything short of the Unforgivables. Though the Dark Lord was more than making up for that.
How the hell did this happen?
He didn't have much time to ponder this as a deep red hex was sent his way. The Great Hall was a battle zone.
By his side, his girlfriend was fighting back fiercely. He turned to help her, but a shrill scream pierced through the room. Everyone stopped in their tracks.
A first year Hufflepuff girl was shrieking, pointing to a prone figure on the floor. Professor McGonagall.
The scene went by in slow motion. Professor McGonagall not moving. The Potions teacher, Mertin, getting hit by an eerie green light as he rushed to her aid. Jamison making a sharp movement, sending one last spell at You- Know-Who.
"Transpotio Futara Antari Nigh Hun Nigh Sept Oct Trent!" he chanted.
In a burst of yellow, one of the Dark Lords disappeared.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Harry's Point-of-View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry smirked. Game points: Potter - one. Riddle - zip.
"Do you want to be next?" he threatened the younger Voldemort.
"Where did you send him?" Sirius asked as he came up to stand at Harry's side.
"Back where he belongs." He gave a Slytherin-ish smile. "But in Antarctica."
"Nice."
Harry turned back to Voldemort. "So what's going to be?"
"If all he said was true, this won't be the last time we meet." At Harry's nod of assurance, he continued. "I'll wait."
"I'll see you soon then."
"Or maybe....." Voldemort smirked evilly. "Not. Avada Keda - "
With a quick wave of his hand, Harry sent Voldemort and his Death Eaters back the same way as the other one.
"That was easier than I thought it would be."
Sirius looked at him incredulously. "You have a strange definition of easy."
But Harry wasn't listening. He walked over to where Remus was attending to the Transfiguration Professor's wounds.
"Is she alright?"
"Her pulse is weak," Remus responded. "She going to need a Tapirus Potion, Harry."
"Is there anyone here who can make it?"
"Just one." He motioned to Professor Mertin.
Pomphrey shook her head sadly. "He's dead."
"But if he's the only one who can brew the potion, McGonagall ..... "Lily trailed off and her eyes teared up.
"I can't think of anyone we can get here to make the potion in time," Dumbledore said gravely.
"I can get someone," said Harry quietly. He looked up at the Headmaster. "Just give me five minutes."
"Go. But," he added. "when you get back, there are many questions you need to answer."
Harry nodded grimly. It was time to get Hogwarts best Potion Master. Eliciting shocked gasps from the crowd, he Apparated out of the school.
"Many questions."
Anyway, much thanks to griffingirl101: I thank you for actually hanging on this long. If I had been in your place, I would have given up ages ago; Jedi Master Calriel; Child-of-the-Dawn; LittleEar BigEar's sis; Prophetess Of Hearts; Authoress; bob; JerseyGirl03; Anora; potter-man1; juggling stars Nitte iz; someone; Jordan; 2 words; Little Elflet; LoonyLoopyLisa; siriusblack; stayblue; gothgirl.com; water drifter; dark-gin; two2feet: Ack! Thanks for pointing that out, I do things like that all the time. Spell Check is my best friend!; and Miss Malfoy3!!!
CH12: A Job Well Done
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~James' Point-of-View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, quick recap.
Ten minutes ago, he was convinced that Professor Harry Jamison was a full- blown, black-cloak, scary-mask Death Eater.
But now......
James watched as their mysterious Defense professor traded spells with a second You-Know-Who, one that he obviously already met. And what a duel it was. Jamison was shooting off curse at record speed, using anything short of the Unforgivables. Though the Dark Lord was more than making up for that.
How the hell did this happen?
He didn't have much time to ponder this as a deep red hex was sent his way. The Great Hall was a battle zone.
By his side, his girlfriend was fighting back fiercely. He turned to help her, but a shrill scream pierced through the room. Everyone stopped in their tracks.
A first year Hufflepuff girl was shrieking, pointing to a prone figure on the floor. Professor McGonagall.
The scene went by in slow motion. Professor McGonagall not moving. The Potions teacher, Mertin, getting hit by an eerie green light as he rushed to her aid. Jamison making a sharp movement, sending one last spell at You- Know-Who.
"Transpotio Futara Antari Nigh Hun Nigh Sept Oct Trent!" he chanted.
In a burst of yellow, one of the Dark Lords disappeared.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Harry's Point-of-View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry smirked. Game points: Potter - one. Riddle - zip.
"Do you want to be next?" he threatened the younger Voldemort.
"Where did you send him?" Sirius asked as he came up to stand at Harry's side.
"Back where he belongs." He gave a Slytherin-ish smile. "But in Antarctica."
"Nice."
Harry turned back to Voldemort. "So what's going to be?"
"If all he said was true, this won't be the last time we meet." At Harry's nod of assurance, he continued. "I'll wait."
"I'll see you soon then."
"Or maybe....." Voldemort smirked evilly. "Not. Avada Keda - "
With a quick wave of his hand, Harry sent Voldemort and his Death Eaters back the same way as the other one.
"That was easier than I thought it would be."
Sirius looked at him incredulously. "You have a strange definition of easy."
But Harry wasn't listening. He walked over to where Remus was attending to the Transfiguration Professor's wounds.
"Is she alright?"
"Her pulse is weak," Remus responded. "She going to need a Tapirus Potion, Harry."
"Is there anyone here who can make it?"
"Just one." He motioned to Professor Mertin.
Pomphrey shook her head sadly. "He's dead."
"But if he's the only one who can brew the potion, McGonagall ..... "Lily trailed off and her eyes teared up.
"I can't think of anyone we can get here to make the potion in time," Dumbledore said gravely.
"I can get someone," said Harry quietly. He looked up at the Headmaster. "Just give me five minutes."
"Go. But," he added. "when you get back, there are many questions you need to answer."
Harry nodded grimly. It was time to get Hogwarts best Potion Master. Eliciting shocked gasps from the crowd, he Apparated out of the school.
"Many questions."