A/N: Oh my gosh! I officially HATE my computer! I tried to update yesterday, really I did, but my comp has this habit of freezing everytime I try to use it for about 10 minutes! Anyways so I had to use my mom's laptop. I wish we could just get me a new comp but that isn't going to be happening for a while. Anyway I hope you all had a wicked Halloween! I know I did! My friends and I went trick or treating even though our parents say we're WAY too old. We got stocked by this really scary guy and had a blast. AW HAlloween the season to put on weird costumes, run around like idiots, knocking on strangers doors, getting stocked by evil scary guys, and of course stealing candy from little unsuspecting children. *sigh* Anyway here is the next chapter up ALMOST on time! Thanx to:
Kagome19: Thanx a bunch! I hope this next chapter is as super as the last!
Cheese Diva: That guy was scary...anyway thank you for reviewing and such! You rock hard!
Natalie Potter731: HAven't seen your voice anywhere although I am pretty sure you found it since I last saw you. The reason Voldemort couldn't see their footsteps in the dust was because they were following a path of clean floor where Hermione had been drug across it. *shudders*
the-love-of-ron: Isn't Ron awesome? I love him!
David Ken: Thanx keep on reading!
Lily Lass: I like cliffhangers becasue they keep the readers on the edge of their seats! Whee too much Halloween candy for 'Mione!
Icebreaker20037: Sorry about not updating sooner. Like I said I hate my comp!
mayelbridwen-singer: Who said Avada Kedavra? The world my never know...er..or you could just read the next chappie! Don't hate me!
Ms. Hermione's Laughter: Sorry about the poll. I remembered this time! Good question bout book 3, I was wondering that myself! :)
morgan: Wow, don't stop breathing! I would rather not be sued by someone because I wrote a fic that caused you not to breathe! I can see the newspapers now, 'Fan Fiction writer jailed for death of compelled reader' :)
wowsergirl: Sorry peer...pressure...too..GREAT! *screams as she is pulled into the blackhole of cliffies*
Manga-lunatic: Yes cliffhangers do make the story more compelling! Anywayz DON'T die here's the next chapter for your health!
Hplova4eva: Thanx! Keep on reading!
gin-herm2004: HEY! Thanx for R&Ring! You ROCK! Keep readin to discover the fate of Harry! See ya on the TB!
Lily106: Will they die? Yes...No...Maybe so...Yes...No...Maybe so! LOL j/k keep readin and thanx a bunch!
Ron Weasly2: Whee 'Mione LUVS cliffhangers!
tiffiany-45: I wish I had got asked to dance, b ut don't worry I didn't mind much! Thanx for giving me permission to write a Graduation scene. I am thinking bout it! And YES I will give you kudos! How could I not? :)
Canned Apple Pie: LOVE YOUR PENNAME! Stop the cliffhangers? Me thinks you shall have to wait and see! :)
Genie FF03: Thanx for answering that poll. Many agreed with you! Thanx a bunch for readin!
Disclaimer: I only own melted Halloween candy. *pulls out melted candy bar and it makes an odd squelching noise*
Chapter 14: A Much Anticipated Battle
Harry ducked and the spells issuing from the Deatheaters wands combined together in the middle of the circle. They bounced off each other and hit each of their masters, causing them to fall to the ground, dead.
There was a piercing silence as Harry stood up looking wide-eyed at the room of fallen Deatheaters. The only figures left in the room were himself, Voldemort, Rhonda, Hermione and the unconscious Ron.
Harry stood shakily. His mouth was dry and his limbs were sore. Voldemort stood in front of him; his eyes were bulging from his head like a bullfrog.
"You…you…lost me my servants!" Voldemort shouted. He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Harry's chest.
Harry searched widely for something to save himself. He quickly ducked behind a chair and Voldemort's spell blasted apart a throw pillow.
Harry jumped out from behind the chair just in time to see Voldemort's face over him. As he dodged Voldemort his brain worked hard to think of a plan.
"Garrison!" Voldemort shouted at Rhonda. "Get him!"
Now Rhonda who looked just as dark and distanst as ever was pursuing Harry. Suddenly he was trapped under a huge amount of weight.
"Your worthless, Potter," Rhonda said in a monotone voice. She was twirling Harry's wand between her fingers and had a very smug expression on her face.
"Excellent work, Garrison," Voldemort said as he came up from behind her. "Now stand back!"
"Yes, master," she said and stepped back still holding Harry's wand.
Harry's brain throbbed painfully. He needed to think of something.
"Think, Harry, think!" he thought to himself, but Hermione's screams were blocking out all possible thought. Suddenly it came to him.
"Hermione! Give me your locket!" he shouted from underneath the magical bindings.
Without hesitation Hermione ripped the golden locket off her neck and threw it at Harry. It clattered open just out his reach. Phoenix song filled the entire room and Harry felt strong. He struggled against the bindings and miraculously they seemed to melt away.
Voldemort stood frozen to the spot, horror filling his eyes as the Phoenix song continued to wash over the room.
Suddenly the locket closed with a snap. Rhonda had stepped on it.
There was another deafening silence as Harry struggled to pull himself up once more. He faced Voldemort with newfound courage, the Phoenix song fresh in his memory.
"You are very stubborn, boy," Voldemort spat at him. "Why don't you just let me kill you now? You have nothing else to live for."
Harry's ears rung, in the silence that followed that statement.
"What are you talking about?" Harry said, his voice was confident, but inside he felt himself melting.
"You have nothing else to live for, Potter. You're finished. You have no friends, no family, and no help. Where has precious Dumbledore gotten you now?"
Harry stared at the floor. He couldn't believe his ears. This couldn't be true; he had friends, didn't he? They were just as good as his family.
"I have friends," Harry said softly.
Voldemort laughed shrilly. "You think you do, don't you?" He laughed again, this time loud enough to echo long after he had shut his mouth. "They aren't really your friends, Potter. They just want to be on your good side. They just all want to be seen with The-Boy-Who-lived. They want you to think that they're your friends, but in the end they don't really care."
Harry could feel himself losing power. It couldn't be true, it couldn't. "You're…you're…lying."
Voldemort laughed again. He was beginning to sound crazier than the world already knew he was. "Tell me Potter, what is the point of being good? You have so much potential; you would do brilliantly in power. Why don't you just join the side that's winning? It makes more sense that way. There is no good and evil, Potter, there is only power. (A/N: Disclaiming the line.) So tell me, if all you have done is for nothing, what is the point? Why do you even try?"
Harry stood rooted to his spot though he felt like the room was spinning. He was right, what did he have to live for? It did seem like the dark side was winning the fight. Why didn't he just join their side?
"Come on, Potter," Voldemort said. "Join me, and I will spare your life. You will have all the power and riches you could want. What would you be missing?" He held out his hand for Harry to shake.
Harry slowly extended his hand towards the pale sickly hand in front of him. This was it; he was going to have everything in life that mattered. He was going to be free. Suddenly a voice broke through the haziness of his brain.
"Harry! Don't listen to him! Don't do it Harry!"
Hermione was struggling to call Harry back to reality, but he was in too deep to get out. She didn't matter nobody mattered. In fact whom was that girl calling his name? He didn't recognize her.
"You have friends Harry! You do, we love you! We all love you!" she cried out.
Suddenly Harry's scar throbbed with pain as an image came clear into his head. Hermione's face swam in and out of view. Then it became clearer, and other faces joined her. Ron, Sirius, his mum and dad, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ginny. Even more faces became to run through his mind. The faces of Hagrid, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, Neville, Luna Lovegood, and every other person who had ever been a friend to him in the past.
As these pictures slowly disappeared Harry was filled with a sense of strength and power. What had he been thinking? It was then that he realized the reason he had stayed with the fight against the Dark Side the whole time.
"So, Potter," Voldemort's soft voice said, bringing him out of his reverie. "What is it? What is that keeps you from getting everything you want, when you could have it all?"
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath summoning every last speck of courage that he possessed. "Love," he said.
"What?" Voldemort hissed.
"Love. Love is what keeps me from joining you and your followers. Love is the thing that has kept me alive all these years. The fact of knowing that I have friends who would do anything for me, keep me from believing that I have nothing of importance. I know that now and there is nothing you can do, to change that."
Voldemort's red eyes widened after hearing Harry's speech. They seemed to be filled with something Harry could not read. As if he were afraid of it.
Then he laughed. It was not a harsh laugh; it was soft and cold. The sort of laugh you use when you don't want to be caught laughing. As though he was trying to keep quiet and intimidate at the same time.
"You honestly think, that you can defeat me, the most powerful sorcerer in the world, with love?" he said quietly and continued to laugh. Rhonda had joined him now and they were both laughing.
"Well," he said loudly after the laughing had subsided. "Let's see where love gets you now, Potter!" he pointed his wand at Ron and Hermione and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
"No!" Harry shouted and as the light bolted towards Ron and Hermione he jumped out in front of it and it hit him with all the power and force it could have endured. Harry felt himself being ripped in two. As though a giant knife was cutting him right down the center. His scar burned so much he could have sworn his head had cracked, and then as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. Harry fell to the dusty, worn carpet in the darkness.
A/N: Er...DON'T KILL ME! *runs to duck from tomatoes* Don't worry the story is SO not over! Everyone that reviews gets a piece of my Halloween candy! ... Or maybe I'll just keep it for myself! NOW many of you were dissapointed that I forgot the poll last chapter so I thought I would remember this chapter! Here is the question: WHICH YEAR DO YOU THINK RON AND HERMIONE WILL FINALLY CONFESS THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER? SIXTH OR SEVENTH? Send me your answer with your review! Thanx I love you all! *blows kisses*
Your Faithful Writer,
'Mione Weasley
Kagome19: Thanx a bunch! I hope this next chapter is as super as the last!
Cheese Diva: That guy was scary...anyway thank you for reviewing and such! You rock hard!
Natalie Potter731: HAven't seen your voice anywhere although I am pretty sure you found it since I last saw you. The reason Voldemort couldn't see their footsteps in the dust was because they were following a path of clean floor where Hermione had been drug across it. *shudders*
the-love-of-ron: Isn't Ron awesome? I love him!
David Ken: Thanx keep on reading!
Lily Lass: I like cliffhangers becasue they keep the readers on the edge of their seats! Whee too much Halloween candy for 'Mione!
Icebreaker20037: Sorry about not updating sooner. Like I said I hate my comp!
mayelbridwen-singer: Who said Avada Kedavra? The world my never know...er..or you could just read the next chappie! Don't hate me!
Ms. Hermione's Laughter: Sorry about the poll. I remembered this time! Good question bout book 3, I was wondering that myself! :)
morgan: Wow, don't stop breathing! I would rather not be sued by someone because I wrote a fic that caused you not to breathe! I can see the newspapers now, 'Fan Fiction writer jailed for death of compelled reader' :)
wowsergirl: Sorry peer...pressure...too..GREAT! *screams as she is pulled into the blackhole of cliffies*
Manga-lunatic: Yes cliffhangers do make the story more compelling! Anywayz DON'T die here's the next chapter for your health!
Hplova4eva: Thanx! Keep on reading!
gin-herm2004: HEY! Thanx for R&Ring! You ROCK! Keep readin to discover the fate of Harry! See ya on the TB!
Lily106: Will they die? Yes...No...Maybe so...Yes...No...Maybe so! LOL j/k keep readin and thanx a bunch!
Ron Weasly2: Whee 'Mione LUVS cliffhangers!
tiffiany-45: I wish I had got asked to dance, b ut don't worry I didn't mind much! Thanx for giving me permission to write a Graduation scene. I am thinking bout it! And YES I will give you kudos! How could I not? :)
Canned Apple Pie: LOVE YOUR PENNAME! Stop the cliffhangers? Me thinks you shall have to wait and see! :)
Genie FF03: Thanx for answering that poll. Many agreed with you! Thanx a bunch for readin!
Disclaimer: I only own melted Halloween candy. *pulls out melted candy bar and it makes an odd squelching noise*
Chapter 14: A Much Anticipated Battle
Harry ducked and the spells issuing from the Deatheaters wands combined together in the middle of the circle. They bounced off each other and hit each of their masters, causing them to fall to the ground, dead.
There was a piercing silence as Harry stood up looking wide-eyed at the room of fallen Deatheaters. The only figures left in the room were himself, Voldemort, Rhonda, Hermione and the unconscious Ron.
Harry stood shakily. His mouth was dry and his limbs were sore. Voldemort stood in front of him; his eyes were bulging from his head like a bullfrog.
"You…you…lost me my servants!" Voldemort shouted. He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Harry's chest.
Harry searched widely for something to save himself. He quickly ducked behind a chair and Voldemort's spell blasted apart a throw pillow.
Harry jumped out from behind the chair just in time to see Voldemort's face over him. As he dodged Voldemort his brain worked hard to think of a plan.
"Garrison!" Voldemort shouted at Rhonda. "Get him!"
Now Rhonda who looked just as dark and distanst as ever was pursuing Harry. Suddenly he was trapped under a huge amount of weight.
"Your worthless, Potter," Rhonda said in a monotone voice. She was twirling Harry's wand between her fingers and had a very smug expression on her face.
"Excellent work, Garrison," Voldemort said as he came up from behind her. "Now stand back!"
"Yes, master," she said and stepped back still holding Harry's wand.
Harry's brain throbbed painfully. He needed to think of something.
"Think, Harry, think!" he thought to himself, but Hermione's screams were blocking out all possible thought. Suddenly it came to him.
"Hermione! Give me your locket!" he shouted from underneath the magical bindings.
Without hesitation Hermione ripped the golden locket off her neck and threw it at Harry. It clattered open just out his reach. Phoenix song filled the entire room and Harry felt strong. He struggled against the bindings and miraculously they seemed to melt away.
Voldemort stood frozen to the spot, horror filling his eyes as the Phoenix song continued to wash over the room.
Suddenly the locket closed with a snap. Rhonda had stepped on it.
There was another deafening silence as Harry struggled to pull himself up once more. He faced Voldemort with newfound courage, the Phoenix song fresh in his memory.
"You are very stubborn, boy," Voldemort spat at him. "Why don't you just let me kill you now? You have nothing else to live for."
Harry's ears rung, in the silence that followed that statement.
"What are you talking about?" Harry said, his voice was confident, but inside he felt himself melting.
"You have nothing else to live for, Potter. You're finished. You have no friends, no family, and no help. Where has precious Dumbledore gotten you now?"
Harry stared at the floor. He couldn't believe his ears. This couldn't be true; he had friends, didn't he? They were just as good as his family.
"I have friends," Harry said softly.
Voldemort laughed shrilly. "You think you do, don't you?" He laughed again, this time loud enough to echo long after he had shut his mouth. "They aren't really your friends, Potter. They just want to be on your good side. They just all want to be seen with The-Boy-Who-lived. They want you to think that they're your friends, but in the end they don't really care."
Harry could feel himself losing power. It couldn't be true, it couldn't. "You're…you're…lying."
Voldemort laughed again. He was beginning to sound crazier than the world already knew he was. "Tell me Potter, what is the point of being good? You have so much potential; you would do brilliantly in power. Why don't you just join the side that's winning? It makes more sense that way. There is no good and evil, Potter, there is only power. (A/N: Disclaiming the line.) So tell me, if all you have done is for nothing, what is the point? Why do you even try?"
Harry stood rooted to his spot though he felt like the room was spinning. He was right, what did he have to live for? It did seem like the dark side was winning the fight. Why didn't he just join their side?
"Come on, Potter," Voldemort said. "Join me, and I will spare your life. You will have all the power and riches you could want. What would you be missing?" He held out his hand for Harry to shake.
Harry slowly extended his hand towards the pale sickly hand in front of him. This was it; he was going to have everything in life that mattered. He was going to be free. Suddenly a voice broke through the haziness of his brain.
"Harry! Don't listen to him! Don't do it Harry!"
Hermione was struggling to call Harry back to reality, but he was in too deep to get out. She didn't matter nobody mattered. In fact whom was that girl calling his name? He didn't recognize her.
"You have friends Harry! You do, we love you! We all love you!" she cried out.
Suddenly Harry's scar throbbed with pain as an image came clear into his head. Hermione's face swam in and out of view. Then it became clearer, and other faces joined her. Ron, Sirius, his mum and dad, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ginny. Even more faces became to run through his mind. The faces of Hagrid, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, Neville, Luna Lovegood, and every other person who had ever been a friend to him in the past.
As these pictures slowly disappeared Harry was filled with a sense of strength and power. What had he been thinking? It was then that he realized the reason he had stayed with the fight against the Dark Side the whole time.
"So, Potter," Voldemort's soft voice said, bringing him out of his reverie. "What is it? What is that keeps you from getting everything you want, when you could have it all?"
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath summoning every last speck of courage that he possessed. "Love," he said.
"What?" Voldemort hissed.
"Love. Love is what keeps me from joining you and your followers. Love is the thing that has kept me alive all these years. The fact of knowing that I have friends who would do anything for me, keep me from believing that I have nothing of importance. I know that now and there is nothing you can do, to change that."
Voldemort's red eyes widened after hearing Harry's speech. They seemed to be filled with something Harry could not read. As if he were afraid of it.
Then he laughed. It was not a harsh laugh; it was soft and cold. The sort of laugh you use when you don't want to be caught laughing. As though he was trying to keep quiet and intimidate at the same time.
"You honestly think, that you can defeat me, the most powerful sorcerer in the world, with love?" he said quietly and continued to laugh. Rhonda had joined him now and they were both laughing.
"Well," he said loudly after the laughing had subsided. "Let's see where love gets you now, Potter!" he pointed his wand at Ron and Hermione and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
"No!" Harry shouted and as the light bolted towards Ron and Hermione he jumped out in front of it and it hit him with all the power and force it could have endured. Harry felt himself being ripped in two. As though a giant knife was cutting him right down the center. His scar burned so much he could have sworn his head had cracked, and then as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. Harry fell to the dusty, worn carpet in the darkness.
A/N: Er...DON'T KILL ME! *runs to duck from tomatoes* Don't worry the story is SO not over! Everyone that reviews gets a piece of my Halloween candy! ... Or maybe I'll just keep it for myself! NOW many of you were dissapointed that I forgot the poll last chapter so I thought I would remember this chapter! Here is the question: WHICH YEAR DO YOU THINK RON AND HERMIONE WILL FINALLY CONFESS THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER? SIXTH OR SEVENTH? Send me your answer with your review! Thanx I love you all! *blows kisses*
Your Faithful Writer,
'Mione Weasley