A/N: I'm back again! Wow you have no idea how long this week has been! OMG! Just for all you readers out there if you have been checking your e-mail and there has not been a new chapter don't get upset. Chances are good that I will update on Fridays 99.9% of the time. For all you math whizes that's .999! Yeah...my math teacher is getting to me if you haven't been able to tell. Anyway here is the next chapter and please don't hate me too much! :) Thanx to:
the-love-of-ron: Oh i wouldn't want you to be eaten away! Here is the necxt chapter, read it hurry hurry!
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Natalie Potter731: Let's see I explained the Tickling Tizzies to you already...so I'm golden! Thanx for readin!
Leesa: I know don't you just love cliff hangers? Also we should get bumberstickers for well when I get a car that say Proud To Be an R/H Shipper! :)
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girlwholived: I know I'm evil with cliffies! It's really fun! :)
morgan: THANX! Did I really put you in tears? I hope you like this chappie!
michelleywelley: More R/H in this chappie! OMG we just a call from a man who thinks he has our dog! So forget what I said in my review for chappie 23 of Telling Ron! :) I AM SO HAPPY!
mayelbridwen-singer: Oh don't be mad at me! :) Thanx for reviewing!
ashley: Thanx! Keep reading!
Ms. Hermione's Laughter: Wow! Thanx a lot for readin my story! U rock!
Manga-lunatic: AH! Cliffhanger YES! MUA-HAHAHAHAHA!
Icebreaker20037: Whee go R/H! Thanx for readin!
Alixa Lightz: Thanx so much!
Kagome19: Me hurt Hermione? just you wait and see...As for converting from H/H to R/H all by yourself! That's wonderful, usually you have to force people to become R/H because they refuse to see the light! :) GREAT JOB!
Lily106: Sorry I thought you might've been, but whatever no regrets! :) Hermione? Die? Keep on readin!
Chapter 13: The Long Awaited Explanation
Harry and Ron slipped quietly into the Shrieking Shack. As they walked along the dust-sheeted floor, Harry couldn't help but remember the last time he had been there. Horror had also possessed him at that particular time, but it had been short-lived. He brushed the prickling sense of terror that began to overpower him.
"She'll be okay," he thought to himself. They were now following a trail of clean floor along the hallway. It looked as though someone had been dragged along it. Harry shuddered at the thought.
Suddenly a bloodcurdling scream filled his ears and his scar erupted with pain. He knew Hermione was being tortured. Hastily they turned the corner into a large living room.
No one wad obviously lived there for ages. Dust covered every speck of the room. A moth-eaten couch stood in the corner along with many other pieces of furniture surrounding a tall, hooded figure in the center of the room.
"Hermione," Ron whispered, his eyes wide in panic.
Harry turned to see Hermione hunched over on the floor. She was clutching at her stomach. Harry's scared seared painfully.
"I'll ask you again, and only once more, what is the key to Harry Potter's survival?" Voldemort shrieked.
Hermione turned her head away and remained silent.
"Oh so you still won't talk?" he said. His voice was almost lower than a whisper now. His blood red eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness as Harry and Ron kneeled behind the couch to watch.
"Stay put, Ron," Harry said quietly. "We need a plan."
Ron said nothing, but continued to stare fixedly at Hermione. He was pale and a droplet of sweat was slowly working its way down his forehead.
Harry was brought back to reality by the wound of Hermione's voice.
"I'll never talk," she said struggling to remain upright. 'I couldn't betray my friend like that."
Harry was shocked by Hermione's bravery. It was stunning.
Voldemort glared at her, eyes burning. "Very well," he whispered. "I can see that your physical pain is not enough. Though perhaps…the physical pain of another?"
Hermione eyes widened in fear and Harry stood his ground behind the couch. He and Ron were going to be needed soon; he could feel it. Suddenly his scar exploded with pain as Voldemort laughed.
"Garrison," he shouted. "Fetch me," his eyes bore into Hermione as he talked to the other person in the room. "The Weasley boy."
Harry heart skipped as he saw who had just entered into the dim light of the room. Rhonda Garrison stared right at the pair that was Harry and Ron. Almost as though she could see through invisibility cloaks.
"No!" Hermione screamed. She was now lying on the ground, her eyes streaming. "No, please, no!"
"Silence, girl!" Voldemort screeched. "I seem to have struck a nerve." He looked over at Rhonda with a sneer.
"Tell me," he whispered softly. "What would you do to save this boy?"
Hermione looked at the floor in silence. Harry felt a horrid lurch in the pit of his stomach as Voldemort laughed.
"Garrison," Voldemort hissed. "Fetch him."
As Rhonda turned to leave the room Hermione shouted again.
"No! I'd rather die than see him in pain! Please!"
Voldemort turned his glowing eyes towards Hermione. Harry felt his scar throb agonizingly.
"That…" Voldemort whispered. "Can be arranged." He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Hermione's crumpled body. "Avada-"
"No!"
Ron has just abandoned his space behind the couch and flung himself towards Hermione's body.
Harry scrunched his eyes is pain. His scar was now burning more powerful than ever.
"Well, well, speak of the devil," Voldemort whispered. He snapped his fingers and Rhonda returned to his side. "I do not know which one of you to make my top priority. Who shall stay and who shall go."
"Take me!" Ron and Hermione said simultaneously.
"Silence!" he shrieked, his eyes blazing. "If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is nobility. It's absolutely disgusting!"
Harry crouched behind the couch in wait for the perfect moment to strike.
"Garrison," Voldemort said after moments of silence. "Kill them both, but leave Potter to me. He must be around here somewhere."
"Avada Kedavra!" Rhonda yelled. It was the first words Harry had ever heard her speak and they were to kill his two best friends.
Harry let the invisibility cloak fall to his feet as he stepped put from behind the couch.
"Stupefy!" he shouted and Rhonda fell to the ground in a heap of black robes. Her wand lost control and the spell bounced off the wall hitting the fireplace. The bricks erupted from the wall and scattered all over the room. One hit Ron squarely in the head knocking him to the floor.
Harry ducked behind the couch again, his heart racing. He could hear Hermione's screams of anguish as Ron lay in a mass of robes.
Voldemort turned around to look for the source of the noise. "Come out, come out Potter," he sneered. "You are getting to old for this. Hide and seek is for children. Come and face me like a man."
Harry grasped his wand firmly and pointed it at Voldemort. "Stupefy!"
The red light missed Voldemort by inches and ricocheted off the wall causing a antique frame to explode.
"Accio!" Voldemort shouted and the couch flew across the room, leaving Harry unprotected.
"Potter," he said softly. "So nice of you to join us."
"What is it you want?" Harry spat, summoning up al of his courage.
Voldemort laughed, although it sounded more like fingernails on a chalkboard.
"After all these years, Potter, I should think it would be obvious. Ennervate!"
Rhonda sat up straight as though a puppet on strings. Voldemort snapped his fingers and invisible hands bound Harry into a chair with ropes. Rhonda then took away his wand and handed it to Voldemort.
"Now don't worry about your little friends, Potter, they'll die quick and painlessly. I have no reason to pain them. You on the other hand, shall suffer."
Harry clenched his jaw shut tightly as Voldemort laughed again.
"How did you know…well who is she?" Harry said looking at Rhonda. As usual she was silent, but her eyes seemed to say it all.
"Garrison is my servant, Potter. Or more she is a creature of destruction. You see it was a clever idea now wasn't it? Why not place something so powerful in such a defenseless package? She is very useful indeed, much more useful than that rat Wormtail. I got rid of him ages ago."
"Than she is possessed?" he asked trying his hardest to stall for time. He cast a weary glance at Ron and Hermione. Ron was still lying there looking incredibly lifeless and Hermione had tears running down her face.
"Not exactly, no. She is a creature of my own design. I made her, Potter, enabling her with the powers I needed for my own. She has part of my soul. In a way she is myself."
Harry's head was throbbing painfully. This didn't make sense. It was too off the wall.
"You see, Potter, I knew I needed a way to keep tabs on you, and since I can't get into Hogwarts myself I decided to use another in my place. A little first year was just what I needed. She could easily get herself into Gryffindor and watch your every move.
"Of course I had to be careful. You were already starting to notice her behavior as peculiar from the start, so I decided to let her relax a little while.
"But I had indeed gotten enough information to satisfy my plan. You see all I needed to know were some…personal things."
"So…" Harry began, his mind reeling. "That day on the Quidditch pitch…"
"Very good, Potter," Voldemort said with no trace of affirmation. (A/N: SAT word! Er ahem…) "That day was the day I got all the information I needed. You see, Rhonda here can, in a way, read minds. She has been given a talent to read memories. All she needed to know were some of your best mates and everything fell into place."
"Why did you need them? Why Hermione?" Harry asked. He was beginning to feel dreadfully sick.
"Well it got you here didn't it and now I can finish with you the way I would like to."
Harry struggled against his bindings, but they were too tight.
"Crucio!" he shouted. Harry could hear Hermione's screams in the room amongst his own. When the curse was lifted from him Harry felt limp and pained. He did not feel the bindings being removed from him.
"Let's give him a fair fight, shall we Rhonda?" he heard Voldemort say. As he opened his eyes he say Voldemort walk over to Rhonda and press his thumb against her forearm where the dark mark burned brightly.
Almost instantaneously several hooded figures joined the room. They were masked, but Harry knew who they were immediately. They were Voldemort's still faithful Deatheaters, among them was Lucius Malfoy the escapee from Azkaban. Many of them were missing, still in Azkaban, not being as lucky as Malfoy.
As though on command all the Deatheaters wands were drawn and pointing at Harry. He stood defenseless, with no wand.
"This is it," he thought. "I'm going to die. Finally defeated by Voldemort and the prophecy will be complete. Ron and Hermione are going to die on my account."
"Kill him!" Voldemort cried.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A/N: I am evil yes I know, for the readers tell me so! *to the tune of Jesus Loves Me* And the results of the poll are *drumroll* 10 people responded to the poll and 1 vote for Book 2, 8 votes for book 4, and 1 vote can't quite recall. A for me I have been a diehard R/H shipper since the begining! I swear, ask anyone! Well I'm off to my school dance, keep your fingers crossed that I'll get asked by someomne special...Even though I don't like anyone at SCHOOL! URGH oh well see y'all later! :)
the-love-of-ron: Oh i wouldn't want you to be eaten away! Here is the necxt chapter, read it hurry hurry!
Ron Weasly2: Thanx so much, action is FUN! Keep on readin!
wowsergirl: The answer to your questions about authors and cliffies...IT"S FUN! MUA-HAHAHAHA! :)
Cheese Diva: You are morbid, girl! Geez! :)
Natalie Potter731: Let's see I explained the Tickling Tizzies to you already...so I'm golden! Thanx for readin!
Leesa: I know don't you just love cliff hangers? Also we should get bumberstickers for well when I get a car that say Proud To Be an R/H Shipper! :)
LiL MiSs LuCk 7 13: Wow! You definetly win the award for most PLEASEs. 47! Geez, PLEASE tell me you copy and pasted! ;)
tiffiany-45: Thanx so much! Please R & R!
girlwholived: I know I'm evil with cliffies! It's really fun! :)
morgan: THANX! Did I really put you in tears? I hope you like this chappie!
michelleywelley: More R/H in this chappie! OMG we just a call from a man who thinks he has our dog! So forget what I said in my review for chappie 23 of Telling Ron! :) I AM SO HAPPY!
mayelbridwen-singer: Oh don't be mad at me! :) Thanx for reviewing!
ashley: Thanx! Keep reading!
Ms. Hermione's Laughter: Wow! Thanx a lot for readin my story! U rock!
Manga-lunatic: AH! Cliffhanger YES! MUA-HAHAHAHAHA!
Icebreaker20037: Whee go R/H! Thanx for readin!
Alixa Lightz: Thanx so much!
Kagome19: Me hurt Hermione? just you wait and see...As for converting from H/H to R/H all by yourself! That's wonderful, usually you have to force people to become R/H because they refuse to see the light! :) GREAT JOB!
Lily106: Sorry I thought you might've been, but whatever no regrets! :) Hermione? Die? Keep on readin!
Chapter 13: The Long Awaited Explanation
Harry and Ron slipped quietly into the Shrieking Shack. As they walked along the dust-sheeted floor, Harry couldn't help but remember the last time he had been there. Horror had also possessed him at that particular time, but it had been short-lived. He brushed the prickling sense of terror that began to overpower him.
"She'll be okay," he thought to himself. They were now following a trail of clean floor along the hallway. It looked as though someone had been dragged along it. Harry shuddered at the thought.
Suddenly a bloodcurdling scream filled his ears and his scar erupted with pain. He knew Hermione was being tortured. Hastily they turned the corner into a large living room.
No one wad obviously lived there for ages. Dust covered every speck of the room. A moth-eaten couch stood in the corner along with many other pieces of furniture surrounding a tall, hooded figure in the center of the room.
"Hermione," Ron whispered, his eyes wide in panic.
Harry turned to see Hermione hunched over on the floor. She was clutching at her stomach. Harry's scared seared painfully.
"I'll ask you again, and only once more, what is the key to Harry Potter's survival?" Voldemort shrieked.
Hermione turned her head away and remained silent.
"Oh so you still won't talk?" he said. His voice was almost lower than a whisper now. His blood red eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness as Harry and Ron kneeled behind the couch to watch.
"Stay put, Ron," Harry said quietly. "We need a plan."
Ron said nothing, but continued to stare fixedly at Hermione. He was pale and a droplet of sweat was slowly working its way down his forehead.
Harry was brought back to reality by the wound of Hermione's voice.
"I'll never talk," she said struggling to remain upright. 'I couldn't betray my friend like that."
Harry was shocked by Hermione's bravery. It was stunning.
Voldemort glared at her, eyes burning. "Very well," he whispered. "I can see that your physical pain is not enough. Though perhaps…the physical pain of another?"
Hermione eyes widened in fear and Harry stood his ground behind the couch. He and Ron were going to be needed soon; he could feel it. Suddenly his scar exploded with pain as Voldemort laughed.
"Garrison," he shouted. "Fetch me," his eyes bore into Hermione as he talked to the other person in the room. "The Weasley boy."
Harry heart skipped as he saw who had just entered into the dim light of the room. Rhonda Garrison stared right at the pair that was Harry and Ron. Almost as though she could see through invisibility cloaks.
"No!" Hermione screamed. She was now lying on the ground, her eyes streaming. "No, please, no!"
"Silence, girl!" Voldemort screeched. "I seem to have struck a nerve." He looked over at Rhonda with a sneer.
"Tell me," he whispered softly. "What would you do to save this boy?"
Hermione looked at the floor in silence. Harry felt a horrid lurch in the pit of his stomach as Voldemort laughed.
"Garrison," Voldemort hissed. "Fetch him."
As Rhonda turned to leave the room Hermione shouted again.
"No! I'd rather die than see him in pain! Please!"
Voldemort turned his glowing eyes towards Hermione. Harry felt his scar throb agonizingly.
"That…" Voldemort whispered. "Can be arranged." He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Hermione's crumpled body. "Avada-"
"No!"
Ron has just abandoned his space behind the couch and flung himself towards Hermione's body.
Harry scrunched his eyes is pain. His scar was now burning more powerful than ever.
"Well, well, speak of the devil," Voldemort whispered. He snapped his fingers and Rhonda returned to his side. "I do not know which one of you to make my top priority. Who shall stay and who shall go."
"Take me!" Ron and Hermione said simultaneously.
"Silence!" he shrieked, his eyes blazing. "If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is nobility. It's absolutely disgusting!"
Harry crouched behind the couch in wait for the perfect moment to strike.
"Garrison," Voldemort said after moments of silence. "Kill them both, but leave Potter to me. He must be around here somewhere."
"Avada Kedavra!" Rhonda yelled. It was the first words Harry had ever heard her speak and they were to kill his two best friends.
Harry let the invisibility cloak fall to his feet as he stepped put from behind the couch.
"Stupefy!" he shouted and Rhonda fell to the ground in a heap of black robes. Her wand lost control and the spell bounced off the wall hitting the fireplace. The bricks erupted from the wall and scattered all over the room. One hit Ron squarely in the head knocking him to the floor.
Harry ducked behind the couch again, his heart racing. He could hear Hermione's screams of anguish as Ron lay in a mass of robes.
Voldemort turned around to look for the source of the noise. "Come out, come out Potter," he sneered. "You are getting to old for this. Hide and seek is for children. Come and face me like a man."
Harry grasped his wand firmly and pointed it at Voldemort. "Stupefy!"
The red light missed Voldemort by inches and ricocheted off the wall causing a antique frame to explode.
"Accio!" Voldemort shouted and the couch flew across the room, leaving Harry unprotected.
"Potter," he said softly. "So nice of you to join us."
"What is it you want?" Harry spat, summoning up al of his courage.
Voldemort laughed, although it sounded more like fingernails on a chalkboard.
"After all these years, Potter, I should think it would be obvious. Ennervate!"
Rhonda sat up straight as though a puppet on strings. Voldemort snapped his fingers and invisible hands bound Harry into a chair with ropes. Rhonda then took away his wand and handed it to Voldemort.
"Now don't worry about your little friends, Potter, they'll die quick and painlessly. I have no reason to pain them. You on the other hand, shall suffer."
Harry clenched his jaw shut tightly as Voldemort laughed again.
"How did you know…well who is she?" Harry said looking at Rhonda. As usual she was silent, but her eyes seemed to say it all.
"Garrison is my servant, Potter. Or more she is a creature of destruction. You see it was a clever idea now wasn't it? Why not place something so powerful in such a defenseless package? She is very useful indeed, much more useful than that rat Wormtail. I got rid of him ages ago."
"Than she is possessed?" he asked trying his hardest to stall for time. He cast a weary glance at Ron and Hermione. Ron was still lying there looking incredibly lifeless and Hermione had tears running down her face.
"Not exactly, no. She is a creature of my own design. I made her, Potter, enabling her with the powers I needed for my own. She has part of my soul. In a way she is myself."
Harry's head was throbbing painfully. This didn't make sense. It was too off the wall.
"You see, Potter, I knew I needed a way to keep tabs on you, and since I can't get into Hogwarts myself I decided to use another in my place. A little first year was just what I needed. She could easily get herself into Gryffindor and watch your every move.
"Of course I had to be careful. You were already starting to notice her behavior as peculiar from the start, so I decided to let her relax a little while.
"But I had indeed gotten enough information to satisfy my plan. You see all I needed to know were some…personal things."
"So…" Harry began, his mind reeling. "That day on the Quidditch pitch…"
"Very good, Potter," Voldemort said with no trace of affirmation. (A/N: SAT word! Er ahem…) "That day was the day I got all the information I needed. You see, Rhonda here can, in a way, read minds. She has been given a talent to read memories. All she needed to know were some of your best mates and everything fell into place."
"Why did you need them? Why Hermione?" Harry asked. He was beginning to feel dreadfully sick.
"Well it got you here didn't it and now I can finish with you the way I would like to."
Harry struggled against his bindings, but they were too tight.
"Crucio!" he shouted. Harry could hear Hermione's screams in the room amongst his own. When the curse was lifted from him Harry felt limp and pained. He did not feel the bindings being removed from him.
"Let's give him a fair fight, shall we Rhonda?" he heard Voldemort say. As he opened his eyes he say Voldemort walk over to Rhonda and press his thumb against her forearm where the dark mark burned brightly.
Almost instantaneously several hooded figures joined the room. They were masked, but Harry knew who they were immediately. They were Voldemort's still faithful Deatheaters, among them was Lucius Malfoy the escapee from Azkaban. Many of them were missing, still in Azkaban, not being as lucky as Malfoy.
As though on command all the Deatheaters wands were drawn and pointing at Harry. He stood defenseless, with no wand.
"This is it," he thought. "I'm going to die. Finally defeated by Voldemort and the prophecy will be complete. Ron and Hermione are going to die on my account."
"Kill him!" Voldemort cried.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A/N: I am evil yes I know, for the readers tell me so! *to the tune of Jesus Loves Me* And the results of the poll are *drumroll* 10 people responded to the poll and 1 vote for Book 2, 8 votes for book 4, and 1 vote can't quite recall. A for me I have been a diehard R/H shipper since the begining! I swear, ask anyone! Well I'm off to my school dance, keep your fingers crossed that I'll get asked by someomne special...Even though I don't like anyone at SCHOOL! URGH oh well see y'all later! :)