As Harry made his way down to the Great Hall that evening, he was very glad
he had Hermione and Ron with him; Malfoy wouldn't attack him when there
were other people around. Harry's had begun burning lightly, he didn't feel
nauseous or overpowered though, he just felt very self-conscious. Ron and
Hermione seemed to recognise this, as Harry frequently looked over his
shoulder and looked rather apprehensive.
"Look, Harry," said Ron, sounding slightly exasperated.
"Malfoy isn't going to do you in when we're around, is he?" Harry smiled apologetically, but it failed to mask the fear he felt inside. Was it Malfoy? He thought, panic rising through his body. Was it really Malfoy doing all of this? He swallowed hard as he remembered the black slits in Malfoy's eyes, the slits that resembled Voldemort's eyes so clearly.
"It's OK, Harry," Hermione said soothingly. Harry looked at her; she obviously didn't think it was OK as her eyes were full of the same fear Harry was feeling. She touched his arm softly.
"Dumbledore will sort it out, it'll be alright." Harry felt slightly more reassured; yes, Dumbledore would sort it out.
But when they entered the Great Hall, Harry could not see Dumbledore on the staff table. He looked at Ron and Hermione. Ron shrugged in a 'don't worry about it' sort of fashion. Harry slowly let out his breath, it's OK, he thought, I'll see him later. The three of them went and sat at the Gryffindor table and helped themselves to beef casserole. Harry did not feel hungry, but he ate anyway. They chatted idly about the forthcoming Quidditch match and Harry felt a little more relaxed. He was just helping himself to more potatoes when an enormous blast of sound surrounded his ears.
BANG!
Harry, like everyone else stared at the empty space where the two, grand oak doors had stood moments ago. There he was wand in his hand, Draco Malfoy, his slit-like eyes fixed on Harry. Harry's scar seared with a terrible pain; hot and pummelling at his head. He heard Hermione's gasp and felt her hands shaking him. And then he heard it.
A laugh so terrible, so mirthless it cut through the silence of the room like a knife. Fear seizing Harry, he stared into those terrible eyes. Draco pointed his wand at Harry and smiled an ugly, malicious smile.
"ACCIO!" he cried. Harry felt his body leave the table, and he was thrown through the air and landed painfully at Malfoy's feet. His arm snapped horribly under his weight. He let out a muffled yell. Draco laughed even louder. Harry raised his head and tried to get up, but he couldn't, his arm was so painful he couldn't put weight on it. He knelt instead, and saw Draco raise his wand in the air. The tables of students were all shrieking, staring horrified at Malfoy. Harry tried to see Hermione and Ron, but he couldn't, people were moving around everywhere, blocking Harry's vision.
"Immortify!" Harry heard Draco yell. Suddenly, every person in the hall collapsed. Either onto the floor, or onto the table, they fell, as though made of stone. Harry stared around in horror; they all looked dead! They're eyes open, expressions blank, motionless. Harry looked up at Draco, his face stained with pain.
"You've killed them! You've killed them all!" he whispered in disbelief. Malfoy laughed softly.
"Oh their not dead, Potter," he said lazily.
"Just stunned. Clever, isn't it? No one to save you now!" His eyes flamed, his mad grin widened. He flinched as the pain in his scar intensified. Then, suddenly, a jet of red light shot across the room towards Draco. Draco ducked with a roar of anguish. He stared around, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the three figures approaching him. Harry saw with a dash of relief spread through him, Professor's Flitwick, McGonagall and Sinstra dashing towards him and Draco.
"Surround him!" Harry heard Professor McGonagall say loudly, her voice edged with fear. Draco began to laugh again, in the same high- pitched voice, Harry took his chance, he flung himself sideways into Draco's legs, and he toppled over. Harry felt a foot smash into his face and he let out a painful groan. He could feel blood coming out of his nose, and a bruise swelling up in his cheek. His ears seemed slightly blocked; he swallowed and recovered his hearing. He opened his eyes and saw with a surge of helplessness, all three professors's lying on the floor, not moving.
"No!" Harry breathed, trying to scramble over him, but before he had even reached any of them -
"Crucio!" Harry felt as though he had just been set alight. His very bones were burning, he was screaming, screaming from his lungs, he couldn't stand it, he wanted it to end, to die! The pain was so excruciating, that Harry felt he was dying, please! He was screaming in his head. Please! Let it be soon, let it be now! But then the pain disappeared and he was back on the floor of the Great Hall. He was still twitching and shaking violently. He turned his head to Draco who didn't seem to be looking at Harry. He heard him let out a great cry of anger. Harry didn't understand; he turned his head to see what Draco was looking at.
"DUMBLEDORE!" roared Draco, his face angry and loathsome. It was indeed Dumbledore; Harry wanted to scream "help me! Save me!" but he knew he couldn't. Dumbledore took one quick look at the hall and the students, and then turned to Draco, finally understanding. He twirled his wand dangerously and a silver jet shot from it, hitting Draco in the chest, throwing him off of his feet. Then he looked at Harry, his face broke into a fearful gasp.
"Harry!" Dumbledore cried, fear etched across his lined face. His eyes were wide with horror. He ran forward, but Draco was too quick for him, he jumped up and pointed his wand at Dumbledore and twirled it swiftly. A jet of what looked like jagged; shining ice shot out of his wand and wrapped itself around Dumbledore.
The pain in Harry's scar was so intense now, he thought his head might split in two very soon. He turned his eyes to Dumbledore who was just a blur, cocooned in thick, opaque ice. He was still, nothing stirred inside the ice. No! Harry screamed to himself. No, please, don't let him be dead! He felt a rush of helplessness sweep over him as he looked at the still figure; helplessness and grief.
"Dumbledore!" Harry yelled, in a croaky voice. He could feel tears stating to brim in his eyes, he started to run towards him, forgetting everything, just wanting to reach him. But he felt an arm reach out and grab him, painfully hard. He was jerked backwards, and as the hand clenching his arm remained there, his scar seared with even more pain, white-hot and unbearable. He screwed up his eyes against the pain almost blinding him, with the lasts of his strength, he tried to push the hand away from him, but it was firm and gripping him tightly.
"Ah-ah." Came Draco's cold, sneering voice as he shook his head playfully. Harry raised his head slowly to look at him; he was shaking with pain, shaking with anger. Draco's blue eyes burned around the slits in the centre of them as he narrowed them, and his mouth curled into a malicious, terrible grin.
"Time to go, Potter!" he said, the grin widening. Suddenly, an enormous crash sounded behind them, the air was filled with a diminuendo of hisses. They both spun around. Dumbledore was standing, clearly unharmed, in a white mist spreading through the room. He eyes darted quickly from Malfoy to Harry, and then as though taking a double-take, back to Draco. His eyes lingered in Draco's for a split-second then widened in terror. Now fear spread across his face as he looked at him.
"No." he whispered in disbelief. Malfoy threw back his head, his blonde hair ruffled, and laughed a cold, high-pitched mirthless laugh; this laugh sounded horribly familiar, but it couldn't be.
"You are defeated, Dumbledore!" he shrieked, his eyes shining with savage pleasure. He looked victorious, even slightly mad.
"Your efforts have been wasted, your foolish little enchantments have worked for a while, but surely, surely you didn't think that things wouldn't be this way? Your prophecy was the result of a fool's hope. You always knew that the Dark Lord would prevail, that I would rise above all wizards, even you, Dumbledore. You are defeated!" he finished, laughing the cold, high pitched laugh again. Then he raised his arm in the air.
"No!" Dumbledore yelled, staring into Harry's eyes. Harry already read their expression; he was saying sorry already. He was already apologizing for what was going to happen to Harry, he was showing the helplessness that Harry felt so strongly in his heart. Don't! Harry wanted to yell; don't say sorry yet, don't give up! Harry flung out an arm, but it was useless. As he heard Draco scream a few words to his wand, he heard Dumbledore's voice one more time.
"Harry!" The light blue eyes filled with tears, as Harry stared in helpless disbelief into them. But the room had dissolved into bright-white light, and all Harry felt was the terrible pain in his scar, pummelling at his head.
*
R/R please!! I'd really appreciate it!!
"Look, Harry," said Ron, sounding slightly exasperated.
"Malfoy isn't going to do you in when we're around, is he?" Harry smiled apologetically, but it failed to mask the fear he felt inside. Was it Malfoy? He thought, panic rising through his body. Was it really Malfoy doing all of this? He swallowed hard as he remembered the black slits in Malfoy's eyes, the slits that resembled Voldemort's eyes so clearly.
"It's OK, Harry," Hermione said soothingly. Harry looked at her; she obviously didn't think it was OK as her eyes were full of the same fear Harry was feeling. She touched his arm softly.
"Dumbledore will sort it out, it'll be alright." Harry felt slightly more reassured; yes, Dumbledore would sort it out.
But when they entered the Great Hall, Harry could not see Dumbledore on the staff table. He looked at Ron and Hermione. Ron shrugged in a 'don't worry about it' sort of fashion. Harry slowly let out his breath, it's OK, he thought, I'll see him later. The three of them went and sat at the Gryffindor table and helped themselves to beef casserole. Harry did not feel hungry, but he ate anyway. They chatted idly about the forthcoming Quidditch match and Harry felt a little more relaxed. He was just helping himself to more potatoes when an enormous blast of sound surrounded his ears.
BANG!
Harry, like everyone else stared at the empty space where the two, grand oak doors had stood moments ago. There he was wand in his hand, Draco Malfoy, his slit-like eyes fixed on Harry. Harry's scar seared with a terrible pain; hot and pummelling at his head. He heard Hermione's gasp and felt her hands shaking him. And then he heard it.
A laugh so terrible, so mirthless it cut through the silence of the room like a knife. Fear seizing Harry, he stared into those terrible eyes. Draco pointed his wand at Harry and smiled an ugly, malicious smile.
"ACCIO!" he cried. Harry felt his body leave the table, and he was thrown through the air and landed painfully at Malfoy's feet. His arm snapped horribly under his weight. He let out a muffled yell. Draco laughed even louder. Harry raised his head and tried to get up, but he couldn't, his arm was so painful he couldn't put weight on it. He knelt instead, and saw Draco raise his wand in the air. The tables of students were all shrieking, staring horrified at Malfoy. Harry tried to see Hermione and Ron, but he couldn't, people were moving around everywhere, blocking Harry's vision.
"Immortify!" Harry heard Draco yell. Suddenly, every person in the hall collapsed. Either onto the floor, or onto the table, they fell, as though made of stone. Harry stared around in horror; they all looked dead! They're eyes open, expressions blank, motionless. Harry looked up at Draco, his face stained with pain.
"You've killed them! You've killed them all!" he whispered in disbelief. Malfoy laughed softly.
"Oh their not dead, Potter," he said lazily.
"Just stunned. Clever, isn't it? No one to save you now!" His eyes flamed, his mad grin widened. He flinched as the pain in his scar intensified. Then, suddenly, a jet of red light shot across the room towards Draco. Draco ducked with a roar of anguish. He stared around, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the three figures approaching him. Harry saw with a dash of relief spread through him, Professor's Flitwick, McGonagall and Sinstra dashing towards him and Draco.
"Surround him!" Harry heard Professor McGonagall say loudly, her voice edged with fear. Draco began to laugh again, in the same high- pitched voice, Harry took his chance, he flung himself sideways into Draco's legs, and he toppled over. Harry felt a foot smash into his face and he let out a painful groan. He could feel blood coming out of his nose, and a bruise swelling up in his cheek. His ears seemed slightly blocked; he swallowed and recovered his hearing. He opened his eyes and saw with a surge of helplessness, all three professors's lying on the floor, not moving.
"No!" Harry breathed, trying to scramble over him, but before he had even reached any of them -
"Crucio!" Harry felt as though he had just been set alight. His very bones were burning, he was screaming, screaming from his lungs, he couldn't stand it, he wanted it to end, to die! The pain was so excruciating, that Harry felt he was dying, please! He was screaming in his head. Please! Let it be soon, let it be now! But then the pain disappeared and he was back on the floor of the Great Hall. He was still twitching and shaking violently. He turned his head to Draco who didn't seem to be looking at Harry. He heard him let out a great cry of anger. Harry didn't understand; he turned his head to see what Draco was looking at.
"DUMBLEDORE!" roared Draco, his face angry and loathsome. It was indeed Dumbledore; Harry wanted to scream "help me! Save me!" but he knew he couldn't. Dumbledore took one quick look at the hall and the students, and then turned to Draco, finally understanding. He twirled his wand dangerously and a silver jet shot from it, hitting Draco in the chest, throwing him off of his feet. Then he looked at Harry, his face broke into a fearful gasp.
"Harry!" Dumbledore cried, fear etched across his lined face. His eyes were wide with horror. He ran forward, but Draco was too quick for him, he jumped up and pointed his wand at Dumbledore and twirled it swiftly. A jet of what looked like jagged; shining ice shot out of his wand and wrapped itself around Dumbledore.
The pain in Harry's scar was so intense now, he thought his head might split in two very soon. He turned his eyes to Dumbledore who was just a blur, cocooned in thick, opaque ice. He was still, nothing stirred inside the ice. No! Harry screamed to himself. No, please, don't let him be dead! He felt a rush of helplessness sweep over him as he looked at the still figure; helplessness and grief.
"Dumbledore!" Harry yelled, in a croaky voice. He could feel tears stating to brim in his eyes, he started to run towards him, forgetting everything, just wanting to reach him. But he felt an arm reach out and grab him, painfully hard. He was jerked backwards, and as the hand clenching his arm remained there, his scar seared with even more pain, white-hot and unbearable. He screwed up his eyes against the pain almost blinding him, with the lasts of his strength, he tried to push the hand away from him, but it was firm and gripping him tightly.
"Ah-ah." Came Draco's cold, sneering voice as he shook his head playfully. Harry raised his head slowly to look at him; he was shaking with pain, shaking with anger. Draco's blue eyes burned around the slits in the centre of them as he narrowed them, and his mouth curled into a malicious, terrible grin.
"Time to go, Potter!" he said, the grin widening. Suddenly, an enormous crash sounded behind them, the air was filled with a diminuendo of hisses. They both spun around. Dumbledore was standing, clearly unharmed, in a white mist spreading through the room. He eyes darted quickly from Malfoy to Harry, and then as though taking a double-take, back to Draco. His eyes lingered in Draco's for a split-second then widened in terror. Now fear spread across his face as he looked at him.
"No." he whispered in disbelief. Malfoy threw back his head, his blonde hair ruffled, and laughed a cold, high-pitched mirthless laugh; this laugh sounded horribly familiar, but it couldn't be.
"You are defeated, Dumbledore!" he shrieked, his eyes shining with savage pleasure. He looked victorious, even slightly mad.
"Your efforts have been wasted, your foolish little enchantments have worked for a while, but surely, surely you didn't think that things wouldn't be this way? Your prophecy was the result of a fool's hope. You always knew that the Dark Lord would prevail, that I would rise above all wizards, even you, Dumbledore. You are defeated!" he finished, laughing the cold, high pitched laugh again. Then he raised his arm in the air.
"No!" Dumbledore yelled, staring into Harry's eyes. Harry already read their expression; he was saying sorry already. He was already apologizing for what was going to happen to Harry, he was showing the helplessness that Harry felt so strongly in his heart. Don't! Harry wanted to yell; don't say sorry yet, don't give up! Harry flung out an arm, but it was useless. As he heard Draco scream a few words to his wand, he heard Dumbledore's voice one more time.
"Harry!" The light blue eyes filled with tears, as Harry stared in helpless disbelief into them. But the room had dissolved into bright-white light, and all Harry felt was the terrible pain in his scar, pummelling at his head.
*
R/R please!! I'd really appreciate it!!