AN; this story has gone out of control. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I DON"T OWN HARRY AND THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WILL WRITE THAT..SEVEN TIMES IS ENOUGH DON'T U THINK?
Also, thank you to you reviewers. Someone told me that this was like the real story, and that is like the best praise you could ever give me so thanks an awful lot. ^_^! On with chapter seven.Rescue? Wat do u guys think I should call it?
Read on and tell me.
Ya know, the worst thing about writing stories is that it takes half the time to read a story than it does to write it. Be patient, pretty please!
CHAPTER 7. (No name.yet. ^_^ )
The fourth day that Harry spent in the Hole was an informative one. He over heard two of the death eaters.
"Why haven't we killed those kids?"
"Because we're waiting for the rescue mission."
"Huh?"
"Potter will be with the rescue mission. The Dark Lord wants him."
Harry went cold. This was all a set up! Then he frowned, the death Eaters knew he was alive?
The death Eaters continued, "The bait for the children was the parents. Whats funny is that they were never here. It was all a lie to get the Order." The two continued on their way, unaware of their invisible listener.
Harry was at a loss for what to do. He knew where Hermione was. He knew she was alive. But he didn't know where Ron, Ginny, Neville or Luna were. He had to find them before he did anything. He tried to remember what Lupin had told him. The werewolf had said that once you were on the island and past the guards that it was easy to stay out of the way. Voldemort spent very little time on the island, having had a bad experience there when he was still Tom Riddle. Lupin had also said that there wasn't any spells on the actual building, because repairing the place gave the death Eaters something to do, and kept them firmly under Voldemort's heel. Harry couldn't imagine Lucius Malfoy doing dirty work, but then again, he had been terrified of the Dark Lord when he returned at the grave yard. Harry shook his head; he wasn't going to sit around and mope, thinking of Sirius and Cedric's deaths. It would only make him feel worse. He was suddenly glad that he had kept practicing Occlumency.
He paced down a corridor swiftly and silently. The fact that there had been no spells on the building when Lupin had visited after the dark lords fall 16years ago didn't mean that there weren't any there now. He found a secluded corner and tried all the anti charms he could think of, ending it all of by blowing a small hole in the wall. He grinned, feeling reckless. If the Death Eaters wanted to work, he would give them work.
The Death Eaters (poor things ^_-) didn't know what hit them. The Hole was suddenly very drafty, especially on the upper floors. They spent almost all their spare time fixing holes in the walls. With all this activity going on upstairs, Harry almost felt confident enough to take of the Disillusionment Spell, but not quite. Four days of barely any sleep were catching up with him, and he was moving slower and slower. That changed on the fifth day, when he found the others. They were surprisingly in the same cell, and he heard their voices echoing down the dark and damp corridor before he found the cell. He almost shouted at them that he was here. He didn't, recognizing frayed nerves and a near hysteria state of mind. What he did was sit down in the wet, dark corridor and cry. Yes, Harry Potter, the-boy- who-lived, head of DA, and fighter of the Dark Arts, actually sat down and silently sobbed his heart out with relief for about ten minutes. He hadn't realized how much these people meant to him earlier, but he had had bad and good times. The bad times just made him appreciate the good times even more.
He did, in fact, feel a lot better after a little (^_-) cry. Not that he would admit it to anyone but himself, and he decided that crying was a thing guys should do more often. Then he went back to Hermione's cell, having memorized where it was yesterday. On the way he made an interesting discovery, one that he knew might be their way off the island. There was a herd of Thestral's on the Hole. They looked tired and undernourished, and Harry, remembering what Hagrid had told him about them last year, approached them carefully. One male looked up at him quizzically as he approached, and Harry realized that they could see him.
What do you want here, stranger? Asked the male.
"I-uh-um.would you like to leave this place?" asked Harry, flustered.
Where would one go youngling? One/we have no other home.
"I know a place, over those mountains where your kind are taken care of and not hindered at all, save drawing a coach twice a year." Said Harry earnestly, surprised that the beast was so open to it.
Take me there! Demanded one of the young ones, unfurling its wings.
Harry held up his hands in a wait gesture, "I would ask something in return of taking you there, if that is acceptable?"
Name your terms and one shall see. Said the first male.
"I have six friends trapped inside that building." The Thestrals hissed,
One will not aid those in thee!
"I am not asking you to. They have taken some of my friend's hostage, and all I want you to do is fly me and them to the place where I will take you."
One finds that acceptable.
Harry had expected negotiating with Thestrals to be harder than this. He had though that they might be rather like Buckbeak.
"Thank you very much!" he exclaimed, "Please don't go far!" he hurried back into the Hole, astounded by his luck. He went to Hermione's cell first, and used the stronger spell for unlocking the door, and it burst open with a small shower of sparks. Harry was quite impressed; that was the first time he had ever used that spell.
Hermione was in a corner, staring at the open door.
"Hermione?" asked Harry quietly, shutting the door and going over to her, bending down in front of her.
"Who's there?" she asked shakily.
Harry shook his head at himself, living invisible was natural to him after five days of it, and tapped his head with is wand. Hermione watched with amazement as the spell trickled down his body, revealing a boy she had thought dead.
"Harry?" Harry sat down next to her and nodded,
"I survived the attack on the Dursleys. I've been hiding at the Phoenix's headquarters."
"You're dead." Hermione didn't seem to be hearing him.
Harry shook his head, "No, that's what everyone thought."
"This is crazy. It's a hallucination. They must have put a spell on me." She put her head in her hands and began to cry. Harry, after an awkward pause put his arms around her.
"It's ok." He told her quietly, "its time to get out of here."
"Youre real?"
"Last time I checked."
"Oh, I don't believe it!" she wrapped her arms around his neck, almost choking him and began to cry harder.
"Come on girl, lets get the others." Said Harry patting her gently.
"I can't Harry, oh why do you think that they put me in here? They've done something to my ankles. I can't walk because I tried to curse them."
"That's ok, I'll carry you. We have to get out of here soon."
"Is there a time limit?"
"No, but the quicker the better." Harry scooped her up, surprised at light she was.
"Have you been eating properly?" he murmured as they excited the spell and hurried down the hall. He was so happy to be talking to his friend again that he almost forgot where he was. Almost.
The looks on the others face's were comic. They stared at the door as it opened, their mouths fell open when they saw Harry carrying Hermione.
"No way!" cried Ron, jumping to his feet.
"shhhh!" hissed Harry, "come on, I'll explain later. Follow me, and for heavens sake be quiet!"
"What about mum and Dad?" demanded Ron, "i want to get them!"
"They were never here, and keep ypur voice down!" hissed Harry.
"What?"
"It was all a set up to get me to go after you!"
Ron was about to ask more questions when Hermione shushed him from Harry's arms.
"Follow me," said Harry hurrying along a dark corridor.
The Thestrals were waiting, and Luna had to explain in her dreamy voice what Harry was talking to. Seconds later, Ron and Ginny were in the air, and Harry was lifting Hermione onto one, watching Neville's attempts to mount behind Luna with one eye and the path to The Hole with the other. He made sure Hermione was balanced and then ran to help Neville. When Neville was safely on the flying beast, he turned back to jump on behind Hermione when a cold creeping feeling over came him, "Shit! Neville, Luna, go! Dementors!" They were up in the air with the other circling Thestrals and following Ron and Ginny when a thin, grey hand reached out of the darkness to grab Harry. Hermione screamed a warning, and Harry whirled, bringing his wand up to bear.
A Dementor grabbed his wrist and twisted it so fast that he fell to his knees. Hermione's screams where fading, along with everything else. He tried to conjure up a happy thought, but his brain wasn't working, and he could hear his mother again. Don't kill Harry, please! Harry tried to bring up his wand. His hand wouldn't work. He saw the Dementor bending over him. He knew what was coming. He would end up like Mr and Mrs Longbottom. Knowing nothing, understanding nothing. He would never see his friends again. When that thought jumped into his head something inside him rebelled. He felt his wand suddenly turn white hot, but couldn't drop it. Then everything went pure white.
AN; aren't I mean? ^_^ tell me what you think I should call this chapter!
I DON"T OWN HARRY AND THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WILL WRITE THAT..SEVEN TIMES IS ENOUGH DON'T U THINK?
Also, thank you to you reviewers. Someone told me that this was like the real story, and that is like the best praise you could ever give me so thanks an awful lot. ^_^! On with chapter seven.Rescue? Wat do u guys think I should call it?
Read on and tell me.
Ya know, the worst thing about writing stories is that it takes half the time to read a story than it does to write it. Be patient, pretty please!
CHAPTER 7. (No name.yet. ^_^ )
The fourth day that Harry spent in the Hole was an informative one. He over heard two of the death eaters.
"Why haven't we killed those kids?"
"Because we're waiting for the rescue mission."
"Huh?"
"Potter will be with the rescue mission. The Dark Lord wants him."
Harry went cold. This was all a set up! Then he frowned, the death Eaters knew he was alive?
The death Eaters continued, "The bait for the children was the parents. Whats funny is that they were never here. It was all a lie to get the Order." The two continued on their way, unaware of their invisible listener.
Harry was at a loss for what to do. He knew where Hermione was. He knew she was alive. But he didn't know where Ron, Ginny, Neville or Luna were. He had to find them before he did anything. He tried to remember what Lupin had told him. The werewolf had said that once you were on the island and past the guards that it was easy to stay out of the way. Voldemort spent very little time on the island, having had a bad experience there when he was still Tom Riddle. Lupin had also said that there wasn't any spells on the actual building, because repairing the place gave the death Eaters something to do, and kept them firmly under Voldemort's heel. Harry couldn't imagine Lucius Malfoy doing dirty work, but then again, he had been terrified of the Dark Lord when he returned at the grave yard. Harry shook his head; he wasn't going to sit around and mope, thinking of Sirius and Cedric's deaths. It would only make him feel worse. He was suddenly glad that he had kept practicing Occlumency.
He paced down a corridor swiftly and silently. The fact that there had been no spells on the building when Lupin had visited after the dark lords fall 16years ago didn't mean that there weren't any there now. He found a secluded corner and tried all the anti charms he could think of, ending it all of by blowing a small hole in the wall. He grinned, feeling reckless. If the Death Eaters wanted to work, he would give them work.
The Death Eaters (poor things ^_-) didn't know what hit them. The Hole was suddenly very drafty, especially on the upper floors. They spent almost all their spare time fixing holes in the walls. With all this activity going on upstairs, Harry almost felt confident enough to take of the Disillusionment Spell, but not quite. Four days of barely any sleep were catching up with him, and he was moving slower and slower. That changed on the fifth day, when he found the others. They were surprisingly in the same cell, and he heard their voices echoing down the dark and damp corridor before he found the cell. He almost shouted at them that he was here. He didn't, recognizing frayed nerves and a near hysteria state of mind. What he did was sit down in the wet, dark corridor and cry. Yes, Harry Potter, the-boy- who-lived, head of DA, and fighter of the Dark Arts, actually sat down and silently sobbed his heart out with relief for about ten minutes. He hadn't realized how much these people meant to him earlier, but he had had bad and good times. The bad times just made him appreciate the good times even more.
He did, in fact, feel a lot better after a little (^_-) cry. Not that he would admit it to anyone but himself, and he decided that crying was a thing guys should do more often. Then he went back to Hermione's cell, having memorized where it was yesterday. On the way he made an interesting discovery, one that he knew might be their way off the island. There was a herd of Thestral's on the Hole. They looked tired and undernourished, and Harry, remembering what Hagrid had told him about them last year, approached them carefully. One male looked up at him quizzically as he approached, and Harry realized that they could see him.
What do you want here, stranger? Asked the male.
"I-uh-um.would you like to leave this place?" asked Harry, flustered.
Where would one go youngling? One/we have no other home.
"I know a place, over those mountains where your kind are taken care of and not hindered at all, save drawing a coach twice a year." Said Harry earnestly, surprised that the beast was so open to it.
Take me there! Demanded one of the young ones, unfurling its wings.
Harry held up his hands in a wait gesture, "I would ask something in return of taking you there, if that is acceptable?"
Name your terms and one shall see. Said the first male.
"I have six friends trapped inside that building." The Thestrals hissed,
One will not aid those in thee!
"I am not asking you to. They have taken some of my friend's hostage, and all I want you to do is fly me and them to the place where I will take you."
One finds that acceptable.
Harry had expected negotiating with Thestrals to be harder than this. He had though that they might be rather like Buckbeak.
"Thank you very much!" he exclaimed, "Please don't go far!" he hurried back into the Hole, astounded by his luck. He went to Hermione's cell first, and used the stronger spell for unlocking the door, and it burst open with a small shower of sparks. Harry was quite impressed; that was the first time he had ever used that spell.
Hermione was in a corner, staring at the open door.
"Hermione?" asked Harry quietly, shutting the door and going over to her, bending down in front of her.
"Who's there?" she asked shakily.
Harry shook his head at himself, living invisible was natural to him after five days of it, and tapped his head with is wand. Hermione watched with amazement as the spell trickled down his body, revealing a boy she had thought dead.
"Harry?" Harry sat down next to her and nodded,
"I survived the attack on the Dursleys. I've been hiding at the Phoenix's headquarters."
"You're dead." Hermione didn't seem to be hearing him.
Harry shook his head, "No, that's what everyone thought."
"This is crazy. It's a hallucination. They must have put a spell on me." She put her head in her hands and began to cry. Harry, after an awkward pause put his arms around her.
"It's ok." He told her quietly, "its time to get out of here."
"Youre real?"
"Last time I checked."
"Oh, I don't believe it!" she wrapped her arms around his neck, almost choking him and began to cry harder.
"Come on girl, lets get the others." Said Harry patting her gently.
"I can't Harry, oh why do you think that they put me in here? They've done something to my ankles. I can't walk because I tried to curse them."
"That's ok, I'll carry you. We have to get out of here soon."
"Is there a time limit?"
"No, but the quicker the better." Harry scooped her up, surprised at light she was.
"Have you been eating properly?" he murmured as they excited the spell and hurried down the hall. He was so happy to be talking to his friend again that he almost forgot where he was. Almost.
The looks on the others face's were comic. They stared at the door as it opened, their mouths fell open when they saw Harry carrying Hermione.
"No way!" cried Ron, jumping to his feet.
"shhhh!" hissed Harry, "come on, I'll explain later. Follow me, and for heavens sake be quiet!"
"What about mum and Dad?" demanded Ron, "i want to get them!"
"They were never here, and keep ypur voice down!" hissed Harry.
"What?"
"It was all a set up to get me to go after you!"
Ron was about to ask more questions when Hermione shushed him from Harry's arms.
"Follow me," said Harry hurrying along a dark corridor.
The Thestrals were waiting, and Luna had to explain in her dreamy voice what Harry was talking to. Seconds later, Ron and Ginny were in the air, and Harry was lifting Hermione onto one, watching Neville's attempts to mount behind Luna with one eye and the path to The Hole with the other. He made sure Hermione was balanced and then ran to help Neville. When Neville was safely on the flying beast, he turned back to jump on behind Hermione when a cold creeping feeling over came him, "Shit! Neville, Luna, go! Dementors!" They were up in the air with the other circling Thestrals and following Ron and Ginny when a thin, grey hand reached out of the darkness to grab Harry. Hermione screamed a warning, and Harry whirled, bringing his wand up to bear.
A Dementor grabbed his wrist and twisted it so fast that he fell to his knees. Hermione's screams where fading, along with everything else. He tried to conjure up a happy thought, but his brain wasn't working, and he could hear his mother again. Don't kill Harry, please! Harry tried to bring up his wand. His hand wouldn't work. He saw the Dementor bending over him. He knew what was coming. He would end up like Mr and Mrs Longbottom. Knowing nothing, understanding nothing. He would never see his friends again. When that thought jumped into his head something inside him rebelled. He felt his wand suddenly turn white hot, but couldn't drop it. Then everything went pure white.
AN; aren't I mean? ^_^ tell me what you think I should call this chapter!