"There shall be a time when the one with power enough to defeat the Lord of
Darkness. The one shall be born to those who have dedicated their very
lives to fighting the Dark Lord......And when the one finds her inner
being, she shall fill with power and rise to vanquish the power in magic's
name."
Sybil Trawlney, on her death bed
October 31
"Hermione! Take Ellen and run!" Harry Potter screamed, sweat pouring down his
face. Voldermort had found them. Hermione obeyed, sending her husband one
last fearful glance before sweeping up the bundle that was there baby daughter.
Suddenly, the door burst open. Harry Potter looked into the cold eyes of his enemy,
Lord Voldermort. Harry dodged the jet of green light that narrowly missed his head. He
knew he would die. He sent a burst of orange light at Voldermort, and Voldermort sent
one back. A tired Harry jumped a second too late. The bolt of light hit him square in the
chest. The last things he saw were the images of Hermione, Ellen, and Ron that flickered
across his closing eyelids.
Hermione ran and ran, clutching the cloth bundle that was her daughter to her
chest. Her side was cramped, and it was agony to run, but her legs would not let her stop.
She heard a loud clunk from the kitchen and somehow knew that her husband was dead.
She sobbed as she ran. She knew she had to keep Ellen, her baby, safe. Just as she
reached the back door, a writhing, squirming bar of red light blocked the way. She looked
into Voldermort's Heartless eyes. She and Harry had known he would come, ever since
the prophecy had been made about their precious daughter. Now she held Ellen tighter.
Her baby girl was the last hope for the wizarding world. She heard Voldermorts cold
laugh as words flew from her lips, words that her mother-in-law had spoken on this very day, several years ago, "Don't kill Ellen! Kill me instead!" The awful cackle sounded.
Hermione felt like she had steped into that awful day, many years back, as she heard
Voldermort's reply, "Step aside you silly girl!"
"No!" Hermione fell to the ground in a burst of green light, somehow managing
in her last few seconds of life to cushion Ellen from the fall. Now Voldermort advanced
on the helpless baby girl. Mud brown eyes that were clearly her mothers stared at him.
Jet-black fuzz covered the tiny forehead. "Say good-bye Ellen Potter. You cannot
vanquish me as your Father did. This spell I have made will prevent that." Ellen didn't
cry. She just watched him calmly with her clear brown eyes. An unnerved Volermort cast
the spell. "Quironous!" Ellen continued watching as Voldermorts surprised cry rang
through the night. Then the baby girl who had vanquished Voldermort yet again slept,
enclsed in the body warmth of her dead mother. So deeply was she sleeping, she didn't
notice the freckled hand that swept her onto a broomstick, and cuddled her close as they
flew away.
October 31
"Hermione! Take Ellen and run!" Harry Potter screamed, sweat pouring down his
face. Voldermort had found them. Hermione obeyed, sending her husband one
last fearful glance before sweeping up the bundle that was there baby daughter.
Suddenly, the door burst open. Harry Potter looked into the cold eyes of his enemy,
Lord Voldermort. Harry dodged the jet of green light that narrowly missed his head. He
knew he would die. He sent a burst of orange light at Voldermort, and Voldermort sent
one back. A tired Harry jumped a second too late. The bolt of light hit him square in the
chest. The last things he saw were the images of Hermione, Ellen, and Ron that flickered
across his closing eyelids.
Hermione ran and ran, clutching the cloth bundle that was her daughter to her
chest. Her side was cramped, and it was agony to run, but her legs would not let her stop.
She heard a loud clunk from the kitchen and somehow knew that her husband was dead.
She sobbed as she ran. She knew she had to keep Ellen, her baby, safe. Just as she
reached the back door, a writhing, squirming bar of red light blocked the way. She looked
into Voldermort's Heartless eyes. She and Harry had known he would come, ever since
the prophecy had been made about their precious daughter. Now she held Ellen tighter.
Her baby girl was the last hope for the wizarding world. She heard Voldermorts cold
laugh as words flew from her lips, words that her mother-in-law had spoken on this very day, several years ago, "Don't kill Ellen! Kill me instead!" The awful cackle sounded.
Hermione felt like she had steped into that awful day, many years back, as she heard
Voldermort's reply, "Step aside you silly girl!"
"No!" Hermione fell to the ground in a burst of green light, somehow managing
in her last few seconds of life to cushion Ellen from the fall. Now Voldermort advanced
on the helpless baby girl. Mud brown eyes that were clearly her mothers stared at him.
Jet-black fuzz covered the tiny forehead. "Say good-bye Ellen Potter. You cannot
vanquish me as your Father did. This spell I have made will prevent that." Ellen didn't
cry. She just watched him calmly with her clear brown eyes. An unnerved Volermort cast
the spell. "Quironous!" Ellen continued watching as Voldermorts surprised cry rang
through the night. Then the baby girl who had vanquished Voldermort yet again slept,
enclsed in the body warmth of her dead mother. So deeply was she sleeping, she didn't
notice the freckled hand that swept her onto a broomstick, and cuddled her close as they
flew away.