A/N: ::Yawns:: Shoot a monkey, I'm tired!
Harry: Go to sleep.
Me: No! I have to keep writing for my lovely readers.
Harry: ::Rolls eyes::
Me: Don't you roll your eyes at me, I'll roll that head of yours down on the floor!
Harry: . . . ::Backs away slowly, worrying about my sanity::
Disclaimer: ::Takes a gun and cocks it. Aims for the lawyers:: Get away. Away, I say! I ain't making any money off this so leave me alone, dernit!
Harry sped along the lawn towards where he had left his broomstick, hearing Death Eaters running after them. He shot spells over his shoulder, not even bothering to look and see if he hit anyone. Streaks of red sped past them, and Harry did his best to dodge, but he knew he wouldn't make it to his broom so he spun around, pushing Cho behind him and faced the Death Eaters.
"Stupefy!" Harry roared, and got a dozen spells shot at him in return. From behind him, he heard Cho scream and he spun around. Cho was laying on her back on the ground, stunned. He looked up and saw ten Death Eaters lined up, all pointing their wands at him. He looked all around, he was surrounded. The breath caught in his throat, he felt slightly panicked. He absentmindedly shot more stunning spells even though he knew it was hopeless.
Lucius snuck up behind Harry and picked Cho up then returned to the building. Harry tried to get to him but the Death Eaters pressed in on him and blocked his path. 'No, Cho, I won't fail you again!' he thought determinedly but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get to her, there were too many Death Eaters for him to fight off.
He was surprised they hadn't already killed him, or at least put him under the Cruciatus but he didn't care, he was fighting with all he had and taking down Death Eater after Death Eater. He saw Voldemort watching at a distance, looking amused.
Then, it happened.
All of the Death Eaters were wiped out suddenly and Harry stared, only seeing a bright light. Voldemort, however, seemed to see something Harry didn't because he was staring at the light with utmost rage and hatred.
"Harry," said a voice from the light. "I told you not to come after Voldemort."
"Dumbledore?" said Harry, amazed.
"Yes, Harry, it is me," said Dumbledore, the light around him dimming. He tossed Harry his broomstick. "Get back to Hogwarts, Harry. You should see Madam Pomfrey," said Dumbledore.
"But, sir, what about Cho?" asked Harry.
"She will be brought back, too, you need not worry," said Dumbledore.
"I can't leave her, sir, I have to know she's out of here safely before I go."
"Go, Harry, she will be fine."
"Enough of this!" said Voldemort, getting impatient and aiming his wand at Dumbledore. "You will die here, you old fool. Avada Kedavra!"
Dumbledore disappeared and Harry had to leap out of the way of the curse as it sped by. Dumbledore reappeared right behind Voldemort, conjuring iron cords to bind Voldemort but Voldemort cast a spell that destroyed the cords and spun around to face Dumbledore.
Harry watched for a moment then ran into the building to get Cho, only to get blown out again the moment he stepped inside. He let out a cry of pain and rage, "What was that!?" He got up and looked at the building, that was now on fire with Death Eaters pouring out, along with others who were not wearing the black Death Eater robes, but white ones. He was confused for a moment but then started looking for Cho amongst the mass of black and white robes.
"Cho!" he called. "Cho!" He got no response and got swept away in the crowd.
~~~ End of flashback ~~~
(A/N: Heheh, I bet all y'all forgot that the whole thing was a flashback. The last few chapters that is. Remember? The flashback started back in the chapter "Disappeared". (That's one heck of a long flashback, huh?))
Ron and Hermione approached Harry and knelt next to him. He didn't look up he just kept whispering, "I'm sorry, so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry."
"Harry," said Hermione softly. Harry looked up and Hermione and Ron fought not to look away, it bothered them to see Harry's eyes so dull and glassy looking. "Harry, you can't keep doing this."
"Why does it matter, Hermione?" said Harry.
"She might not be dead, Harry," Ron reminded him.
"It's been two months, Ron, she should have been here by now, or at least owled me," said Harry.
"But she might not be able to," said Hermione. "Maybe she's in a situation where she can't."
"If she's been in a situation like that for this long she would have died by now. Can't you guys see that I've thought of all this?" said Harry.
"But surely there is some hope, you always have to keep hope, Harry, please, you never gave up hope on anything before," said Hermione. "You have to believe that she can be alive, no matter how hard the odds are against that."
"I don't need to be preached to, Hermione," said Harry. "Just leave me alone."
"But, Harry-"
"Hermione," said Ron softly. She looked up at him. "I know it's not your intent, but you're upsetting Harry more, maybe we should leave him alone for a while."
"B-but," Hermione stuttered. "We can't do that!" she said, standing up and staring furiously at Ron.
"Hermione," said Ron and Harry at the same time. "Let's go, Hermione, just for a little while, then we can come check on him," said Ron with a half-glance at Harry to see if he would protest.
"Well, alright," said Hermione as Ron stood up, grabbed her hand and walked off. She stopped at the end of the hall and took one last look at her friend then left with Ron.
Harry watched his friends go then dug in his robes and pulled out a picture of Cho, who was running across the grounds with him. He smiled sadly remembering that day when Colin Creevey had come out of nowhere and taken a picture of them. Harry had tackled Colin and demanded the picture so that he wouldn't go parading around the school with it. He made a copy of it and both he and Cho always kept their copy of the picture with them.
Harry watched his picture self jump out of the way as a crystal tear splashed onto the picture. He ran a finger along Cho's face and she smiled up at him. For a moment it felt like she was really there until he snapped back into reality and remembered it was only a picture.
He watched a little while more as the two happily ran around the picture then put it back in his robes when his tears blinded him.
~*~ In a café in London ~*~
A young woman named Lucy sipped her drink, staring at a picture in front of her. She stared at this picture often because it was quite unusual. The people in the picture moved around as if the person looking at were watching real people through a little window. She never could quite understand how this picture did that but she liked it. She also thought it might have something to do with her forgotten past.
She often wondered what her life was like before she lost her memory approximately two months ago, and thought that this picture might help her find out, since one person in the picture looked remarkebly like her.
She blinked slowly, watching the two people in the picture run around a lake over the rim of her glass. She put the drink down and leaned closer as they fell on top of each other and shared a soft, short kiss.
'If that's me, then whoever that other person is must be someone I loved. Oh, how I wish I could remember him,' she thought. She strained her mind, trying to remember anything about this boy but her friends, Arabella Figg and Mundungus Fletcher, sat down at the table with her and interrupted her thoughts.
"Staring at that picture again?" said Arabella.
"Yes," said Lucy. "I can't help it, I just like to watch it."
"Well, it's not everyday you find a moving picture, now is it?" said Mundungus, smiling.
Lucy smiled back. "You're right, Gus. I also think it might help us find out who we are. Don't you think it's a bit strange that the three of us were all found at the same spot at the same time, and none of us could remember anything?"
Arabella nodded. "Strange indeed. You'd think one of us would remember something, anything, but oh well."
"I do remember one thing," said Mundungus slowly. "I remember a man, he had red eyes and he was holding this wooden stick, he said something funny and I saw this bright light, but then I don't remember anything after that."
"I'd call you crazy, but I remember the same thing," said Lucy.
"Yeah, that's weird. I remember it, too, but I can't imagine who would have red eyes. They sent a chill down my spine."
"Yeah," said Lucy, shuddering. "Very weird. He must have been wearing colored contacts or something, 'cause I've never heard of anyone with eyes like that."
"But aside from that, what was that thing he was holding? Do you think it could have been a flashlight or something? That would explain the bright light," said Mundungus.
"Yeah, maybe. I don't know," said Lucy. "I'm not all that interested in that, though. I just want to know who he is," she said, pointing to the picture.
The other two looked down at the boy. "He looks familiar . . . but I can't place his face with a name," said Arabella.
"He's quite handsome, isn't he, Bella?" said Lucy.
"He's too young for me, child, but he looks your age," replied Arabella.
Lucy sighed, staring at the picture with a small smile on her face. Silently, she promised herself to find out who that boy was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Well, does that qualify as a cliffy? 'Cause that would make seven.
john: Well, bet you didn't see that coming. ^_^
dic: Thanks.
John Black: Thank you so much.
Ameve: Thanks, glad you like it.
Shdurrani: I hope I met your expectations on this. I tried to make it interesting.
Shadun: I was only joking! You still get a cookie. And no, Harry's not going to be doing Voldemort's bidding, not after he gave the order for Lucius to kill Cho.
Kakarot: Lol. You're a dork, you know that? But I am, too. ^_^ ::Hits Voldemort with a rock::
d u s t y . w i n g s: Yes I am an evil cliffy person. ^_^
devilindasno: Thanks.
This really seems cliché, doesn't it? First the Harry-has-to-fight-Voldie- and-the-Death-Eaters-to-save-one-he-loves and now the someone-loses-their- memory. I hope it still has a shred of originality.
::Gives all reviewers a cookie::
Harry: Go to sleep.
Me: No! I have to keep writing for my lovely readers.
Harry: ::Rolls eyes::
Me: Don't you roll your eyes at me, I'll roll that head of yours down on the floor!
Harry: . . . ::Backs away slowly, worrying about my sanity::
Disclaimer: ::Takes a gun and cocks it. Aims for the lawyers:: Get away. Away, I say! I ain't making any money off this so leave me alone, dernit!
Harry sped along the lawn towards where he had left his broomstick, hearing Death Eaters running after them. He shot spells over his shoulder, not even bothering to look and see if he hit anyone. Streaks of red sped past them, and Harry did his best to dodge, but he knew he wouldn't make it to his broom so he spun around, pushing Cho behind him and faced the Death Eaters.
"Stupefy!" Harry roared, and got a dozen spells shot at him in return. From behind him, he heard Cho scream and he spun around. Cho was laying on her back on the ground, stunned. He looked up and saw ten Death Eaters lined up, all pointing their wands at him. He looked all around, he was surrounded. The breath caught in his throat, he felt slightly panicked. He absentmindedly shot more stunning spells even though he knew it was hopeless.
Lucius snuck up behind Harry and picked Cho up then returned to the building. Harry tried to get to him but the Death Eaters pressed in on him and blocked his path. 'No, Cho, I won't fail you again!' he thought determinedly but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get to her, there were too many Death Eaters for him to fight off.
He was surprised they hadn't already killed him, or at least put him under the Cruciatus but he didn't care, he was fighting with all he had and taking down Death Eater after Death Eater. He saw Voldemort watching at a distance, looking amused.
Then, it happened.
All of the Death Eaters were wiped out suddenly and Harry stared, only seeing a bright light. Voldemort, however, seemed to see something Harry didn't because he was staring at the light with utmost rage and hatred.
"Harry," said a voice from the light. "I told you not to come after Voldemort."
"Dumbledore?" said Harry, amazed.
"Yes, Harry, it is me," said Dumbledore, the light around him dimming. He tossed Harry his broomstick. "Get back to Hogwarts, Harry. You should see Madam Pomfrey," said Dumbledore.
"But, sir, what about Cho?" asked Harry.
"She will be brought back, too, you need not worry," said Dumbledore.
"I can't leave her, sir, I have to know she's out of here safely before I go."
"Go, Harry, she will be fine."
"Enough of this!" said Voldemort, getting impatient and aiming his wand at Dumbledore. "You will die here, you old fool. Avada Kedavra!"
Dumbledore disappeared and Harry had to leap out of the way of the curse as it sped by. Dumbledore reappeared right behind Voldemort, conjuring iron cords to bind Voldemort but Voldemort cast a spell that destroyed the cords and spun around to face Dumbledore.
Harry watched for a moment then ran into the building to get Cho, only to get blown out again the moment he stepped inside. He let out a cry of pain and rage, "What was that!?" He got up and looked at the building, that was now on fire with Death Eaters pouring out, along with others who were not wearing the black Death Eater robes, but white ones. He was confused for a moment but then started looking for Cho amongst the mass of black and white robes.
"Cho!" he called. "Cho!" He got no response and got swept away in the crowd.
~~~ End of flashback ~~~
(A/N: Heheh, I bet all y'all forgot that the whole thing was a flashback. The last few chapters that is. Remember? The flashback started back in the chapter "Disappeared". (That's one heck of a long flashback, huh?))
Ron and Hermione approached Harry and knelt next to him. He didn't look up he just kept whispering, "I'm sorry, so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry."
"Harry," said Hermione softly. Harry looked up and Hermione and Ron fought not to look away, it bothered them to see Harry's eyes so dull and glassy looking. "Harry, you can't keep doing this."
"Why does it matter, Hermione?" said Harry.
"She might not be dead, Harry," Ron reminded him.
"It's been two months, Ron, she should have been here by now, or at least owled me," said Harry.
"But she might not be able to," said Hermione. "Maybe she's in a situation where she can't."
"If she's been in a situation like that for this long she would have died by now. Can't you guys see that I've thought of all this?" said Harry.
"But surely there is some hope, you always have to keep hope, Harry, please, you never gave up hope on anything before," said Hermione. "You have to believe that she can be alive, no matter how hard the odds are against that."
"I don't need to be preached to, Hermione," said Harry. "Just leave me alone."
"But, Harry-"
"Hermione," said Ron softly. She looked up at him. "I know it's not your intent, but you're upsetting Harry more, maybe we should leave him alone for a while."
"B-but," Hermione stuttered. "We can't do that!" she said, standing up and staring furiously at Ron.
"Hermione," said Ron and Harry at the same time. "Let's go, Hermione, just for a little while, then we can come check on him," said Ron with a half-glance at Harry to see if he would protest.
"Well, alright," said Hermione as Ron stood up, grabbed her hand and walked off. She stopped at the end of the hall and took one last look at her friend then left with Ron.
Harry watched his friends go then dug in his robes and pulled out a picture of Cho, who was running across the grounds with him. He smiled sadly remembering that day when Colin Creevey had come out of nowhere and taken a picture of them. Harry had tackled Colin and demanded the picture so that he wouldn't go parading around the school with it. He made a copy of it and both he and Cho always kept their copy of the picture with them.
Harry watched his picture self jump out of the way as a crystal tear splashed onto the picture. He ran a finger along Cho's face and she smiled up at him. For a moment it felt like she was really there until he snapped back into reality and remembered it was only a picture.
He watched a little while more as the two happily ran around the picture then put it back in his robes when his tears blinded him.
~*~ In a café in London ~*~
A young woman named Lucy sipped her drink, staring at a picture in front of her. She stared at this picture often because it was quite unusual. The people in the picture moved around as if the person looking at were watching real people through a little window. She never could quite understand how this picture did that but she liked it. She also thought it might have something to do with her forgotten past.
She often wondered what her life was like before she lost her memory approximately two months ago, and thought that this picture might help her find out, since one person in the picture looked remarkebly like her.
She blinked slowly, watching the two people in the picture run around a lake over the rim of her glass. She put the drink down and leaned closer as they fell on top of each other and shared a soft, short kiss.
'If that's me, then whoever that other person is must be someone I loved. Oh, how I wish I could remember him,' she thought. She strained her mind, trying to remember anything about this boy but her friends, Arabella Figg and Mundungus Fletcher, sat down at the table with her and interrupted her thoughts.
"Staring at that picture again?" said Arabella.
"Yes," said Lucy. "I can't help it, I just like to watch it."
"Well, it's not everyday you find a moving picture, now is it?" said Mundungus, smiling.
Lucy smiled back. "You're right, Gus. I also think it might help us find out who we are. Don't you think it's a bit strange that the three of us were all found at the same spot at the same time, and none of us could remember anything?"
Arabella nodded. "Strange indeed. You'd think one of us would remember something, anything, but oh well."
"I do remember one thing," said Mundungus slowly. "I remember a man, he had red eyes and he was holding this wooden stick, he said something funny and I saw this bright light, but then I don't remember anything after that."
"I'd call you crazy, but I remember the same thing," said Lucy.
"Yeah, that's weird. I remember it, too, but I can't imagine who would have red eyes. They sent a chill down my spine."
"Yeah," said Lucy, shuddering. "Very weird. He must have been wearing colored contacts or something, 'cause I've never heard of anyone with eyes like that."
"But aside from that, what was that thing he was holding? Do you think it could have been a flashlight or something? That would explain the bright light," said Mundungus.
"Yeah, maybe. I don't know," said Lucy. "I'm not all that interested in that, though. I just want to know who he is," she said, pointing to the picture.
The other two looked down at the boy. "He looks familiar . . . but I can't place his face with a name," said Arabella.
"He's quite handsome, isn't he, Bella?" said Lucy.
"He's too young for me, child, but he looks your age," replied Arabella.
Lucy sighed, staring at the picture with a small smile on her face. Silently, she promised herself to find out who that boy was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Well, does that qualify as a cliffy? 'Cause that would make seven.
john: Well, bet you didn't see that coming. ^_^
dic: Thanks.
John Black: Thank you so much.
Ameve: Thanks, glad you like it.
Shdurrani: I hope I met your expectations on this. I tried to make it interesting.
Shadun: I was only joking! You still get a cookie. And no, Harry's not going to be doing Voldemort's bidding, not after he gave the order for Lucius to kill Cho.
Kakarot: Lol. You're a dork, you know that? But I am, too. ^_^ ::Hits Voldemort with a rock::
d u s t y . w i n g s: Yes I am an evil cliffy person. ^_^
devilindasno: Thanks.
This really seems cliché, doesn't it? First the Harry-has-to-fight-Voldie- and-the-Death-Eaters-to-save-one-he-loves and now the someone-loses-their- memory. I hope it still has a shred of originality.
::Gives all reviewers a cookie::