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Disclaimer; characters belong to JK Rowling (bow, scrape) because if I had owned them book five would not have happened, not that way..
Harry and the beginning of the end chapter 18
Incarceration. (I feel special, I use big words!)
An; this chapter is looking to be a long but boring one. Its mainly me trying to tie up all the loose ends from book six, like the fedlius charm and other things. actually, if you don't want to read Harry's thoughts u can skip right to the ext chapter. (I'm planning to upload 2 at the same time)
Ok here we go.........................
When Harry came to he was hanging. By his wrists. In the dark. His head hurt. His wrists hurt. His shoulders hurt. And his scar was throbbing so painfully that he was afraid that it might split his head in two. (AN; not a nice thought.).
Once his eyes got used to the dark he cold see a little. He was hanging from a beam in the center of what looked like a cellar. By swinging his legs a little he could see an outline of a door to his right and behind a little.
Pansy and her friend were in the corner to his right and in front of him, both looking very pale.
The door opened.
"CRUCIO!!" the spell slammed into Harry, and he sung crazily for a second, his eyes shut in a grimance of pain. The pain got worse and he blacked out. Again without seeing his attacker's face.
He didn't really come to, just floated between conciousness and sleep. His mind wandered feebly through a variety of subjects and oddly enough the first topic to come to mind was..
His OWL results. He had never actually received them. He wondered what he had gotten. Then he wondered what Hermione had got (more than him he'd bet his whole vault in a second) and then he wondered what Ron got. He hoped they did well, then they could be Aurors (AN; spelling???) together..
Then he wondered when this year's exams were. They must be soon but he hadn't heard much about them yet though.so not too soon. He wondered idly if he would get better than Hermione at History of Magic because of all the notes the Ghost professor Binns had sent him.
Then he wondered how the Dursleys were. He felt a stab of guilt that he hadn't thought of them in ages, and wondered how badly they had been hurt in the attack that happened oh so long ago.then he wondered why he cared...
Harry remembered Mrs Weasleys grief over the Bogart's tricks. He felt a stab of guilt again. Mrs Weasley was a really lovely woman, and she didn't deserved to be acted at like that. She was scared stiff for all her family. And Harry resolved to not to let anything happen to the Weasleys. EVER. That meant as soon as he was out of here he was going to have a chat with Percy if he hadn't come around yet.
Then he wondered why he could easily, unlike experienced witches such as professor McGonagall, could have two animagi forms, when she could only change into her Tabby cat form, like she had mentioned in class so long ago. Then he wondered why he was a metamorphagus when to his knowledge both his parents weren't. He wondered whether being a metamorphagus had anything to do with being an animagi. Then he wondered whether he could take on any other animagi forms.like a bird that was less noticeable than the phoenix..
That thought led to the prophecy. Somehow. Perhaps it was the fact that he remembered that he had no know about the prophecy then, and had only known that Voldemort was still alive.
Thought of Voldemort bought horrifying day-mares. (AN; made that one up!!) He saw Voldemorts features laughing at him from the back of Quirrels head. He saw the Philosophers stone. Then he saw Tom Riddle as he had been at Hogwarts, young handsome and 'oh so brave.' Then he saw Wormtail, running crying with his tail between his legs to his master. He saw Sirius in his dog form. and then he saw Voldemort stepping out of the cauldron, fully alive and well. He saw Cedric's body lying sprawled on the grass in the graveyard.
Then he saw the ministry last year. He remembered every detail as clear as if he was there again. He remembered it as he had never before. He saw the file with his name on it. He saw Lucius Malfoy behind the mask. He saw Bellatrix Lestrange laughing at him. He saw Sirius falling.falling.falling. Then his godfather disappeared. Then he saw Dumbledore. Then he saw the gold statues that had saved him when the Dark Lord Voldemort had attacked. He saw Fawkes save his master. He felt an echo of the pain that had engulfed him when Voldemort had attacked. Then Harry remembered the way he had acted after Sirius death. He had wanted to kill Lestrange. That made him horrible. The fact that he hadn;'t succeeded only made him feel worse. Just because someone had behaved badly, and this was a extreme of bad, was no excuse for him to behave badly too. He winced to himself. That meant he shouldn't behave like he did towards Malfoy. But surely Malfoy and Lestrange deserved it. Harry gritted his teeth. Who was he to judge, to decide who should live and who should die? ...
Then he remembered the picture of the order that Moody had shown him last year, where his parents and Neville's parents were smiling and waving at the camera. He wondered whether they had had many occasions to smile in the last year of their life. When he had been with them. He saw all the Order members. Mad eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Dedalus Diggle, Marlene McKinnon, Alice and Frank Longbottom, Emmeline Vance, Benjy Fenwick, Edgar Bones, Sturgis Podmore, Caradoc Dearborn, Hagrid, Elphias Doge, Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett, Aberforth Dumbledore, Wormtail, Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black and.his parents. His heart wrenched. He felt so alone these days that it was a constant pain, but one that he was used to. In fact, he was so used to his stomach feeling off because of loneliness and pain that he felt odd when he didn't feel alone or wasn't in some kind of emotional pain. He remembered the look on Moody's face when he had showed Harry the photograph. A treat, Moody had thought. Well, at the time Harry had found it disturbing... now he found it comforting to know about some of the happier times...
He remembered what he heard and saw every time he got close to a Dementor. His mother pleading with Voldemort. His father telling her to run. The sounds. He hated the sounds he heard. The laughter. The anguish in her voice as she watched her husband die and knew she and her son would follow.
Harry pulled away from that line of thought. He hated it. But he kept thinking of Dementors.
He remembered the white light that had surrounded him on the Hole. The Dementor had gone when he opened his eyes. He wondered if he had killed it. To his knowledge there was no way to kill a Dementor. Maybe he had invented one? ...
Then Harry wondered about Percy. He felt another stab of guilt because Percy was low on his priorities of things to worry about at the moment. He should be on the top because he was friend's family, and he was upsetting his mother and father and brothers and sister. He wondered whether Fudge saying Dumbledore was right about Voldemort being back had changed Percy's mind. He hoped so...
Thoughts of Fudge lead to the Daily Prophet. Harry reflected that it was a stupid name. It couldn't prophesize no more than Professor Trelawney, although she had had 2 real predictions. Though the fact that she kept predicting his death made Harry dislike her even more..
Then Harry wondered what had happened to Kreacher. He didn't know what happened to house elves who out lived their families. He remembered Lupin saying that Keracher didn't exist anymore and wondered how, not that he really cared, though he did feel a stab of guilt when he remembered Hermione's word about SPEW, or whatever. He wondered whether Hermione was keeping SPEW going. Knowing her she would end up making a totally boring career out of it. If she lived that long. he wondered how man of his friends would be gone by the time the war was over. He hoped none. No more death. But he was smart enough to figure out that some people were bound to die when everything came to a head. Which it would. He knew it. He could feel it.
He wondered whether Fred and George were making good on their joke shop. He hoped so. Then he remembered the jokes that he wanted to play on Malfoy. They would have to wait now. Perhaps for a long time..
Then Harry remembered what had made him so curious last year. The secret weapon the order kept talking about. He was sure that he wasn't the secret weapon. How secret could you not be? He was the boy who lived. He was the only person ever to have been hit with Avada Kedavra (AN; spelling?). .
Harry remembered Cho. He wondered if she still liked him. Try as he might, he couldn't conjure up one shred of emotion. He seemed too wiped out. Too far gone. To insane. He knew, somehow, as if someone had shouted in his ear, that he was going slowly insane, hanging there in the dark with nothing to hear or see beside two Slytherins.
Then Harry wondered if he would get to be a prefect. It was just one of those things he had on his mind. One of the things that didn't matter, but did, in an odd sort of way. He wondered whether or not he would be a good Prefect. He had no idea..
Then he wondered if he was going to live.
AN; well! How's that? Is there anything else I should have added? Tell me! But how was that for an end to a chappie hey? Hehehehe. Don't worry. Next chappie will be/is up.
Disclaimer; characters belong to JK Rowling (bow, scrape) because if I had owned them book five would not have happened, not that way..
Harry and the beginning of the end chapter 18
Incarceration. (I feel special, I use big words!)
An; this chapter is looking to be a long but boring one. Its mainly me trying to tie up all the loose ends from book six, like the fedlius charm and other things. actually, if you don't want to read Harry's thoughts u can skip right to the ext chapter. (I'm planning to upload 2 at the same time)
Ok here we go.........................
When Harry came to he was hanging. By his wrists. In the dark. His head hurt. His wrists hurt. His shoulders hurt. And his scar was throbbing so painfully that he was afraid that it might split his head in two. (AN; not a nice thought.).
Once his eyes got used to the dark he cold see a little. He was hanging from a beam in the center of what looked like a cellar. By swinging his legs a little he could see an outline of a door to his right and behind a little.
Pansy and her friend were in the corner to his right and in front of him, both looking very pale.
The door opened.
"CRUCIO!!" the spell slammed into Harry, and he sung crazily for a second, his eyes shut in a grimance of pain. The pain got worse and he blacked out. Again without seeing his attacker's face.
He didn't really come to, just floated between conciousness and sleep. His mind wandered feebly through a variety of subjects and oddly enough the first topic to come to mind was..
His OWL results. He had never actually received them. He wondered what he had gotten. Then he wondered what Hermione had got (more than him he'd bet his whole vault in a second) and then he wondered what Ron got. He hoped they did well, then they could be Aurors (AN; spelling???) together..
Then he wondered when this year's exams were. They must be soon but he hadn't heard much about them yet though.so not too soon. He wondered idly if he would get better than Hermione at History of Magic because of all the notes the Ghost professor Binns had sent him.
Then he wondered how the Dursleys were. He felt a stab of guilt that he hadn't thought of them in ages, and wondered how badly they had been hurt in the attack that happened oh so long ago.then he wondered why he cared...
Harry remembered Mrs Weasleys grief over the Bogart's tricks. He felt a stab of guilt again. Mrs Weasley was a really lovely woman, and she didn't deserved to be acted at like that. She was scared stiff for all her family. And Harry resolved to not to let anything happen to the Weasleys. EVER. That meant as soon as he was out of here he was going to have a chat with Percy if he hadn't come around yet.
Then he wondered why he could easily, unlike experienced witches such as professor McGonagall, could have two animagi forms, when she could only change into her Tabby cat form, like she had mentioned in class so long ago. Then he wondered why he was a metamorphagus when to his knowledge both his parents weren't. He wondered whether being a metamorphagus had anything to do with being an animagi. Then he wondered whether he could take on any other animagi forms.like a bird that was less noticeable than the phoenix..
That thought led to the prophecy. Somehow. Perhaps it was the fact that he remembered that he had no know about the prophecy then, and had only known that Voldemort was still alive.
Thought of Voldemort bought horrifying day-mares. (AN; made that one up!!) He saw Voldemorts features laughing at him from the back of Quirrels head. He saw the Philosophers stone. Then he saw Tom Riddle as he had been at Hogwarts, young handsome and 'oh so brave.' Then he saw Wormtail, running crying with his tail between his legs to his master. He saw Sirius in his dog form. and then he saw Voldemort stepping out of the cauldron, fully alive and well. He saw Cedric's body lying sprawled on the grass in the graveyard.
Then he saw the ministry last year. He remembered every detail as clear as if he was there again. He remembered it as he had never before. He saw the file with his name on it. He saw Lucius Malfoy behind the mask. He saw Bellatrix Lestrange laughing at him. He saw Sirius falling.falling.falling. Then his godfather disappeared. Then he saw Dumbledore. Then he saw the gold statues that had saved him when the Dark Lord Voldemort had attacked. He saw Fawkes save his master. He felt an echo of the pain that had engulfed him when Voldemort had attacked. Then Harry remembered the way he had acted after Sirius death. He had wanted to kill Lestrange. That made him horrible. The fact that he hadn;'t succeeded only made him feel worse. Just because someone had behaved badly, and this was a extreme of bad, was no excuse for him to behave badly too. He winced to himself. That meant he shouldn't behave like he did towards Malfoy. But surely Malfoy and Lestrange deserved it. Harry gritted his teeth. Who was he to judge, to decide who should live and who should die? ...
Then he remembered the picture of the order that Moody had shown him last year, where his parents and Neville's parents were smiling and waving at the camera. He wondered whether they had had many occasions to smile in the last year of their life. When he had been with them. He saw all the Order members. Mad eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Dedalus Diggle, Marlene McKinnon, Alice and Frank Longbottom, Emmeline Vance, Benjy Fenwick, Edgar Bones, Sturgis Podmore, Caradoc Dearborn, Hagrid, Elphias Doge, Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett, Aberforth Dumbledore, Wormtail, Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black and.his parents. His heart wrenched. He felt so alone these days that it was a constant pain, but one that he was used to. In fact, he was so used to his stomach feeling off because of loneliness and pain that he felt odd when he didn't feel alone or wasn't in some kind of emotional pain. He remembered the look on Moody's face when he had showed Harry the photograph. A treat, Moody had thought. Well, at the time Harry had found it disturbing... now he found it comforting to know about some of the happier times...
He remembered what he heard and saw every time he got close to a Dementor. His mother pleading with Voldemort. His father telling her to run. The sounds. He hated the sounds he heard. The laughter. The anguish in her voice as she watched her husband die and knew she and her son would follow.
Harry pulled away from that line of thought. He hated it. But he kept thinking of Dementors.
He remembered the white light that had surrounded him on the Hole. The Dementor had gone when he opened his eyes. He wondered if he had killed it. To his knowledge there was no way to kill a Dementor. Maybe he had invented one? ...
Then Harry wondered about Percy. He felt another stab of guilt because Percy was low on his priorities of things to worry about at the moment. He should be on the top because he was friend's family, and he was upsetting his mother and father and brothers and sister. He wondered whether Fudge saying Dumbledore was right about Voldemort being back had changed Percy's mind. He hoped so...
Thoughts of Fudge lead to the Daily Prophet. Harry reflected that it was a stupid name. It couldn't prophesize no more than Professor Trelawney, although she had had 2 real predictions. Though the fact that she kept predicting his death made Harry dislike her even more..
Then Harry wondered what had happened to Kreacher. He didn't know what happened to house elves who out lived their families. He remembered Lupin saying that Keracher didn't exist anymore and wondered how, not that he really cared, though he did feel a stab of guilt when he remembered Hermione's word about SPEW, or whatever. He wondered whether Hermione was keeping SPEW going. Knowing her she would end up making a totally boring career out of it. If she lived that long. he wondered how man of his friends would be gone by the time the war was over. He hoped none. No more death. But he was smart enough to figure out that some people were bound to die when everything came to a head. Which it would. He knew it. He could feel it.
He wondered whether Fred and George were making good on their joke shop. He hoped so. Then he remembered the jokes that he wanted to play on Malfoy. They would have to wait now. Perhaps for a long time..
Then Harry remembered what had made him so curious last year. The secret weapon the order kept talking about. He was sure that he wasn't the secret weapon. How secret could you not be? He was the boy who lived. He was the only person ever to have been hit with Avada Kedavra (AN; spelling?). .
Harry remembered Cho. He wondered if she still liked him. Try as he might, he couldn't conjure up one shred of emotion. He seemed too wiped out. Too far gone. To insane. He knew, somehow, as if someone had shouted in his ear, that he was going slowly insane, hanging there in the dark with nothing to hear or see beside two Slytherins.
Then Harry wondered if he would get to be a prefect. It was just one of those things he had on his mind. One of the things that didn't matter, but did, in an odd sort of way. He wondered whether or not he would be a good Prefect. He had no idea..
Then he wondered if he was going to live.
AN; well! How's that? Is there anything else I should have added? Tell me! But how was that for an end to a chappie hey? Hehehehe. Don't worry. Next chappie will be/is up.