Hi! I have received more than one review saying 'Stop this bull crap and
get back to the true couple!!' and also one saying 'It's been a year! Draco
should be looking for her!!' (along with some saying, "Wow, this is great,
keep it up! You've really thrown ME for a loop!") Let it be known that I
have my reasons for doing this and that my storyline is going exactly as I
want it. One day the reason will be revealed and the ending discovered,
whether they be good or bad. Be patient, and stick with me!!
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Hermione Granger looked down at the ring. It was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. It was the kind any girl would want. But she wasn't sure. . .
"I. . . I . . . it's beautiful, Harry, I'm speechless," she stammered. "I. . . are you sure?"
"Of course, Hermione. I love you."
She was about to answer, when a sudden 'pop' surprised them both.
"Tom, what is it?" Harry asked urgently. Tom Marvolo Riddle was gasping for breath.
"Lucius. . . Death Eaters. . . On the move. . . Attack!" he gasped.
Harry's face turned stony.
"Hermione, take him to Dumbledore, immediately. Lucius Malfoy wouldn't attack the school. Not yet, at least. Be quick! I must meet up with the Order," he instructed. Hermione didn't argue. With two 'pop's they both disapparated.
~*~
"Remus!" Harry yelled for Lupin. The portrait of Mrs. Black shuddered but did not utter a sound.
"Harry!" Remus Lupin called out. "Come on, quick! We've got to go! Lucius Malfoy and all the Death Eaters have rallied for an assault on the Ministry, and Hogwarts!"
"Shit," muttered Harry. "I've just sent Tom and Hermione there. Where's Dumbledore?"
"He's at Hogwarts, as are all the other members of the Order, and the Aurors, as well. I'll meet you there?"
Harry nodded, and apparated to the Hogwarts gates. He wrenched them open and ran up to the castle, running into the Great Hall during dinner. The ceiling above showed dark clouds and a forbidding sky.
All the students stopped whatever they were doing and looked up at Harry.
"Where's Professor Dumbledore?" he called.
One Gryffindor answered, "He'll be in his office now. They're holding a meeting, I heard. Is it true that we're under attack?"
"If we're not now, we will be soon," he replied grimly, and rushed up the stairs two at a time.
Soon he reached the stone gargoyle that blocked the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
"One eyed, one horned, purple, flying, people eater!" he said, while thinking 'That Dumbledore certainly has a strange sense of humor.' He rushed to the stairs and bounded up them.
At the door, he pushed it open and rushed in, looking around to see who all was there. The office was empty except for a phoenix tail feather and a roll of parchment suspended in midair.
Harry sped over to it, reading rapidly.
Harry-
If you receive this letter, than we have all left. You can find us in the Great Hall after you take care of the students. You must take them to the Chamber of Secrets. Leave them in there with Madame Pomfrey. Do this, quick, while there is still time! We must save the students! We will give you more details when you finish.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry stuffed the scroll and feather in his robes' pocket and bounded back down to the Great Hall, dodging Peeves the Poltergeist.
"Come on!" he bellowed, and the Hall fell silent again.
"Everyone, get up, and follow me!" At first everyone was too unsure to move, but soon everyone was on their feet.
"Hurry!" he bellowed again. The students grouped together, all whispering, some exchanging frightened glances. Harry took off at a fast pace for the third floor girls' restroom. He had to stop twice to make sure everyone was keeping up.
Madame Pomfrey was already waiting by the restroom when he arrived.
"Madame Pomfrey," Harry nodded his head once. "Everyone, come on, in the girls' restroom!"
Some of the boys looked on disgustedly. Harry had seen this, and said, "You won't be complaining when you're all safe down there and we're getting blown apart outside, trying to save you!" The boys promptly stopped their complaining.
"Heshasa," Harry hissed at one of the sinks. Everyone looked up in alarm. The whispering started up again.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets opened up. The students and Madame Pomfrey looked on in awe, as the great mysterious Chamber of legend opened before their very eyes.
"Wow," and, "Oh my god," were the two phrases heard most often in the following five minutes.
"Alright, everyone, slide down this tunnel. It's safe, I've been down there before. Madame Pomfrey, you first, you'll have to get everyone out of the way as more people come down. We need to fit an entire school down there."
The nurse's eyes widened and she cautiously sat down on the edge. With a look of uncertainty, she let go of the side and was lost from view.
A muffled, "Oomph!" was heard, followed by, "It's all safe, come on!"
Harry led up the first few students, instructing them to slide down and be ready for the bottom.
He walked along, getting students in lines, a poke here and a prod there. After what seemed like hours the last few people were about to slide down. Upon seeing the last students down, Harry noticed Fawkes standing patiently on a bracket upon the wall.
"I'll be waiting for you, Fawkes," he muttered, and slide down the slide himself.
It was exactly as he remembered it: thrilling, with a sense of fear and anxiousness, and he was left wondering when he would hit the bottom.
Finally he slide out. A gasp escaped his lips as he saw how crowded it was.
That's odd, he thought, This room was much bigger last time.
The reason for the cramped quarters showed up soon enough. A rockslide had created a barrier, blocking them from the door that led to the Chmaber.
"We've got to shift some of this rock! All Seventh Years, wands out! Help me move it!"
Many shouts of, "Wingardium Leviosa!" and then several, "Ow!"s as people got poked filled the tiny room.
At long last, the way was cleared and they could all move on again. Harry was starting to get worried. Every moment spent down here was a moment wasted for the Order and the Ministry Officials up there. He walked faster.
The door came in sight. "Heshasa!" he commanded, and the door slid open.
"Everyone, down there! Stay out of the water, and away from any other things you might see down here, especially bones and teeth," he said loudly, "Do not touch anything!"
No one moved. "Well, go on! What are you waiting for! Get down in there!"
Chaos ensued as everyone tried to get down to the Chamber. Finally everyone was locked in the Chamber and Harry was at the first room, calling for Fawkes.
The phoenix spread his long wings and glided down the slide.
Harry gripped at the bird's tail and as they soared up, Harry felt as if he was leaving the world behind. A great happiness overcame him, but the feeling left as soon as his feet touched the ground again.
"Thanks, Fawkes," he muttered. He owed his life to the phoenix. If it weren't for Fawkes, he would have died a long time ago.
He rushed out of the bathroom and down to the Great Hall. Dumbledore was down there waiting for him as he bounded down the last steps.
"Thank you, Harry. Now, if you would, follow me." Dumbledore stepped over to the tapestry behind which was the hidden room where the Triwizard Tournament competitors had assembled in Harry's fourth year of school.
Inside the room, the entire Order of the Phoenix, except the ones who had been murdered in the battle against Voldemort, was standing and waiting.
Tom Marvolo Riddle strode forward.
"Dumbledore, Lucius and his band of followers, along with their vast army, are getting closer every moment! We don't have much time! They have all kinds of monstrosities! They have numbers we couldn't ever dream of! It's really starting to look hopeless. Thanks to my past efforts, they've even gotten the Dementors on their side!"
"We've dealt with dementors before, we shall deal with them again, Tom."
Dumbledore could say very little, yet it meant so much. Tom shut his mouth.
"We will win. We can win. We are better than them! I just need you all to trust me. Without trust, there can be no victory. Without trust, there can be no good in the world."
Harry and Ron looked on in awe.
"Yes, sir. I do," Tom muttered in embarrassment.
"Good. Now, the giants, as you well know, ignored our first attempts to befriend them. But after much persuasion, I got them to come to Hogwarts, to help us. They now live, despite the centaurs protests, in the Forbidden Forest, as well as in some of the mountains. I paid a very high price for this, I am afraid. But they may well save us more than once before this war is truly over.
"There are several spells that can be used against them. I am sorry to say, this is one of those rare occasions where the Unforgivable Curses are necessary. But also remember the lesser magic can be just as effective." He smiled over his half-moon glasses at Harry.
"We have no plans other than this. We need no plans. Fight for the sake of the world, and for the sake of good prevailing over evil. We will live to see another day. We will live to ensure that the world is safe for our children and our children's children. We can win this war."
Everyone looked into his clear blue eyes and couldn't help feeling that everything would be ok, in the end.
The doors of the castle burst open and the Ministry Aurors, the Order of the Phoenix, and so many other people willing to put their lives in danger for their friends and families, poured out of the building.
They had assembled quite an army, and the Giants were still up in the mountains and the forest. The creatures of the Forbidden Forest, the werewolves, the unicorns, all the creatures save the centaurs, came out and joined the army.
It was quite a sight, seeing witches, wizards, and creatures all aligned and ready for battle. Thunder boomed in the sky and lightning streaked down somewhere in the distance.
Suddenly, they came into sight. A vast arrangement of wizards, witches, dementors. . . . The sight of it brought a chill to everyone's hearts.
If Dumbledore's Army, as they silently named themselves, was huge, Malfoy's army was mammothly vast.
Every dementor there had ever been was somewhere in that lineup. It seemed to go on forever. There was no end to it.
And leading the rest of them was Lucius Malfoy, his long black cloak billowing out behind him in the wind.
Closer, and closer, they approached. Fear and misery had filled everyone's hearts. A great coldness overcame them all.
Harry breathed in deeply. He had to ignore the screaming, he had to push it to the back of his mind. . . .
"Mum," he gasped and inhaled sharply. Excruciating pain spread throughout him.
Harry closed his eyes and opened them fiercely. He could not be defeated. Not now. Not yet.
A cry went up among all the Aurors. One of them had been hit with the Killing Curse. The battle had begun.
~*~
Harry ran through the confusion of battle, his patronus galloping ahead of him. The one thought that kept the patronus alive was the thought of Hermione Granger.
He ran and ran, dodging spells, firing some around him. Miraculously, most of the spells form the enemy missed him.
The sounds and smells of death were all around, clogging everyone's senses. Screams in pain and anguish and joy combined filled everyone's ears. The rattling breath of the dementors was everywhere.
Finally, Harry Potter reached his destination. Albus Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy fired curses and jinxes and hexes at each other, each willing the other to finally crack under all the strain.
"Azaroth." Harry muttered under his breath.
"Metrion," said a voice beside him. Hermione stood there a grim look on her face.
"Zinthosis," the both whispered together.
"Azaroth Metrion Zinthosis," Harry said, louder and faster this time. Again and again they repeated the phrase. A small tornado whirled about them, getting stronger with every syllable the said.
With a swift hand motion, Harry launched the tornado of power at Malfoy.
Taken by surprise, he summoned up a shield, but not in time. He was flung backwards. In the seconds he hit the ground, Dumbledore had him bound and wriggling on the floor.
With a look of utmost contempt, Malfoy hissed, "You shall never defeat me. You may have taken that weak fool of a wizard Voldemort, but I am ten times the wizard he could ever imagine being!" and without further notice he transformed into a snake and Hungarian Horntail and flew away, his wings beating the air forcefully.
~*~
Dumbledore walked calmly over to Harry and Hermione.
"Thank you," he began, but was interrupted by Hermione.
"Draco," she whispered and pointed to a tall dark figure approaching them.
Around the two wizards and witch, the battle continued on, but they could neither hear nor feel any of the battle. They were isolated from the rest of the world.
Dumbledore's expression saddened. He gently grabbed Hermione's arm. Harry was left alone with Draco Malfoy walking ever closer.
The rain started to fall from the vast cloudy sky.
Soon Draco was within talking distance to Harry.
"Potter, please, give me a chance to explain myself! You'll want to know the whole story. Please!" he pleaded.
"No, Malfoy. There's no way I'm going to let you get away with this. You've done wrong before, but that. that was the worst." Harry glared at his long- time opponent.
"Potter-" Harry ignored the pleads. He raised his wand, his hand shaking.
"Alafaryia!" Harry bellowed. Draco promptly fell to the ground writhing.
He rose shakily to his feet. "Potter." he muttered and shouted a curse at Harry. The fight had begun.
~*~
Rain pelted down on them both, each one bellowing different curses, some blocking others out, some propelling others on. But neither of them would give in. Lighting cracked in the sky overhead. As if it was an omen, Harry fought, harder and harder.
"You broke her heart, and led her to believe something that wasn't true! You're nothing but lying, cheating scum!" he bellowed.
"I did not lie! I was protecting her from my father!"
"Oh, yeah, and a lot of good it did her!" he retorted. "She cries. Constantly. Because you tricked her! She believed you loved her!"
"I DO!" Renewed strength coursed through his body. He bellowed curses and hexes Harry had never heard before. For some reason he didn't go for the kill.
Draco closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't do this. Harry Potter was Hermione's friend. He had to be strong for her. He had to let him live for her. He had to live for Hermione Granger.
A dementor glided up behind Harry. He saw it, felt its cold, clammy, rattling breath, saw its scabby hands.. Heard his mother and father's voice and that high pitched laugh that haunted his waking moments even.. So he was going to die.
He would see his parents again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
To xKatx- My next fic, Who Wants to Marry My Dad, will be much better. This was my second fic (I deleted my first one because it was stupid and awfully written) and I'm still learning, so please, take a chill pill! Lol. But yes, my next fic is going to be much more like a true reality TV show. Thanks for your input!
Ah, I'm such a meanie. (Hey, it makes ppl read my story if I leave cliffhangers!) For those of you who wonder how exactly Tom got switched to Good instead of Bad, I'm thinking about writing a prequel to the story, which tells about that. I dunno for sure yet though. Still trying to decide!
R&R and hopefully I can have the next chap up soon! :D
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Hermione Granger looked down at the ring. It was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. It was the kind any girl would want. But she wasn't sure. . .
"I. . . I . . . it's beautiful, Harry, I'm speechless," she stammered. "I. . . are you sure?"
"Of course, Hermione. I love you."
She was about to answer, when a sudden 'pop' surprised them both.
"Tom, what is it?" Harry asked urgently. Tom Marvolo Riddle was gasping for breath.
"Lucius. . . Death Eaters. . . On the move. . . Attack!" he gasped.
Harry's face turned stony.
"Hermione, take him to Dumbledore, immediately. Lucius Malfoy wouldn't attack the school. Not yet, at least. Be quick! I must meet up with the Order," he instructed. Hermione didn't argue. With two 'pop's they both disapparated.
~*~
"Remus!" Harry yelled for Lupin. The portrait of Mrs. Black shuddered but did not utter a sound.
"Harry!" Remus Lupin called out. "Come on, quick! We've got to go! Lucius Malfoy and all the Death Eaters have rallied for an assault on the Ministry, and Hogwarts!"
"Shit," muttered Harry. "I've just sent Tom and Hermione there. Where's Dumbledore?"
"He's at Hogwarts, as are all the other members of the Order, and the Aurors, as well. I'll meet you there?"
Harry nodded, and apparated to the Hogwarts gates. He wrenched them open and ran up to the castle, running into the Great Hall during dinner. The ceiling above showed dark clouds and a forbidding sky.
All the students stopped whatever they were doing and looked up at Harry.
"Where's Professor Dumbledore?" he called.
One Gryffindor answered, "He'll be in his office now. They're holding a meeting, I heard. Is it true that we're under attack?"
"If we're not now, we will be soon," he replied grimly, and rushed up the stairs two at a time.
Soon he reached the stone gargoyle that blocked the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
"One eyed, one horned, purple, flying, people eater!" he said, while thinking 'That Dumbledore certainly has a strange sense of humor.' He rushed to the stairs and bounded up them.
At the door, he pushed it open and rushed in, looking around to see who all was there. The office was empty except for a phoenix tail feather and a roll of parchment suspended in midair.
Harry sped over to it, reading rapidly.
Harry-
If you receive this letter, than we have all left. You can find us in the Great Hall after you take care of the students. You must take them to the Chamber of Secrets. Leave them in there with Madame Pomfrey. Do this, quick, while there is still time! We must save the students! We will give you more details when you finish.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry stuffed the scroll and feather in his robes' pocket and bounded back down to the Great Hall, dodging Peeves the Poltergeist.
"Come on!" he bellowed, and the Hall fell silent again.
"Everyone, get up, and follow me!" At first everyone was too unsure to move, but soon everyone was on their feet.
"Hurry!" he bellowed again. The students grouped together, all whispering, some exchanging frightened glances. Harry took off at a fast pace for the third floor girls' restroom. He had to stop twice to make sure everyone was keeping up.
Madame Pomfrey was already waiting by the restroom when he arrived.
"Madame Pomfrey," Harry nodded his head once. "Everyone, come on, in the girls' restroom!"
Some of the boys looked on disgustedly. Harry had seen this, and said, "You won't be complaining when you're all safe down there and we're getting blown apart outside, trying to save you!" The boys promptly stopped their complaining.
"Heshasa," Harry hissed at one of the sinks. Everyone looked up in alarm. The whispering started up again.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets opened up. The students and Madame Pomfrey looked on in awe, as the great mysterious Chamber of legend opened before their very eyes.
"Wow," and, "Oh my god," were the two phrases heard most often in the following five minutes.
"Alright, everyone, slide down this tunnel. It's safe, I've been down there before. Madame Pomfrey, you first, you'll have to get everyone out of the way as more people come down. We need to fit an entire school down there."
The nurse's eyes widened and she cautiously sat down on the edge. With a look of uncertainty, she let go of the side and was lost from view.
A muffled, "Oomph!" was heard, followed by, "It's all safe, come on!"
Harry led up the first few students, instructing them to slide down and be ready for the bottom.
He walked along, getting students in lines, a poke here and a prod there. After what seemed like hours the last few people were about to slide down. Upon seeing the last students down, Harry noticed Fawkes standing patiently on a bracket upon the wall.
"I'll be waiting for you, Fawkes," he muttered, and slide down the slide himself.
It was exactly as he remembered it: thrilling, with a sense of fear and anxiousness, and he was left wondering when he would hit the bottom.
Finally he slide out. A gasp escaped his lips as he saw how crowded it was.
That's odd, he thought, This room was much bigger last time.
The reason for the cramped quarters showed up soon enough. A rockslide had created a barrier, blocking them from the door that led to the Chmaber.
"We've got to shift some of this rock! All Seventh Years, wands out! Help me move it!"
Many shouts of, "Wingardium Leviosa!" and then several, "Ow!"s as people got poked filled the tiny room.
At long last, the way was cleared and they could all move on again. Harry was starting to get worried. Every moment spent down here was a moment wasted for the Order and the Ministry Officials up there. He walked faster.
The door came in sight. "Heshasa!" he commanded, and the door slid open.
"Everyone, down there! Stay out of the water, and away from any other things you might see down here, especially bones and teeth," he said loudly, "Do not touch anything!"
No one moved. "Well, go on! What are you waiting for! Get down in there!"
Chaos ensued as everyone tried to get down to the Chamber. Finally everyone was locked in the Chamber and Harry was at the first room, calling for Fawkes.
The phoenix spread his long wings and glided down the slide.
Harry gripped at the bird's tail and as they soared up, Harry felt as if he was leaving the world behind. A great happiness overcame him, but the feeling left as soon as his feet touched the ground again.
"Thanks, Fawkes," he muttered. He owed his life to the phoenix. If it weren't for Fawkes, he would have died a long time ago.
He rushed out of the bathroom and down to the Great Hall. Dumbledore was down there waiting for him as he bounded down the last steps.
"Thank you, Harry. Now, if you would, follow me." Dumbledore stepped over to the tapestry behind which was the hidden room where the Triwizard Tournament competitors had assembled in Harry's fourth year of school.
Inside the room, the entire Order of the Phoenix, except the ones who had been murdered in the battle against Voldemort, was standing and waiting.
Tom Marvolo Riddle strode forward.
"Dumbledore, Lucius and his band of followers, along with their vast army, are getting closer every moment! We don't have much time! They have all kinds of monstrosities! They have numbers we couldn't ever dream of! It's really starting to look hopeless. Thanks to my past efforts, they've even gotten the Dementors on their side!"
"We've dealt with dementors before, we shall deal with them again, Tom."
Dumbledore could say very little, yet it meant so much. Tom shut his mouth.
"We will win. We can win. We are better than them! I just need you all to trust me. Without trust, there can be no victory. Without trust, there can be no good in the world."
Harry and Ron looked on in awe.
"Yes, sir. I do," Tom muttered in embarrassment.
"Good. Now, the giants, as you well know, ignored our first attempts to befriend them. But after much persuasion, I got them to come to Hogwarts, to help us. They now live, despite the centaurs protests, in the Forbidden Forest, as well as in some of the mountains. I paid a very high price for this, I am afraid. But they may well save us more than once before this war is truly over.
"There are several spells that can be used against them. I am sorry to say, this is one of those rare occasions where the Unforgivable Curses are necessary. But also remember the lesser magic can be just as effective." He smiled over his half-moon glasses at Harry.
"We have no plans other than this. We need no plans. Fight for the sake of the world, and for the sake of good prevailing over evil. We will live to see another day. We will live to ensure that the world is safe for our children and our children's children. We can win this war."
Everyone looked into his clear blue eyes and couldn't help feeling that everything would be ok, in the end.
The doors of the castle burst open and the Ministry Aurors, the Order of the Phoenix, and so many other people willing to put their lives in danger for their friends and families, poured out of the building.
They had assembled quite an army, and the Giants were still up in the mountains and the forest. The creatures of the Forbidden Forest, the werewolves, the unicorns, all the creatures save the centaurs, came out and joined the army.
It was quite a sight, seeing witches, wizards, and creatures all aligned and ready for battle. Thunder boomed in the sky and lightning streaked down somewhere in the distance.
Suddenly, they came into sight. A vast arrangement of wizards, witches, dementors. . . . The sight of it brought a chill to everyone's hearts.
If Dumbledore's Army, as they silently named themselves, was huge, Malfoy's army was mammothly vast.
Every dementor there had ever been was somewhere in that lineup. It seemed to go on forever. There was no end to it.
And leading the rest of them was Lucius Malfoy, his long black cloak billowing out behind him in the wind.
Closer, and closer, they approached. Fear and misery had filled everyone's hearts. A great coldness overcame them all.
Harry breathed in deeply. He had to ignore the screaming, he had to push it to the back of his mind. . . .
"Mum," he gasped and inhaled sharply. Excruciating pain spread throughout him.
Harry closed his eyes and opened them fiercely. He could not be defeated. Not now. Not yet.
A cry went up among all the Aurors. One of them had been hit with the Killing Curse. The battle had begun.
~*~
Harry ran through the confusion of battle, his patronus galloping ahead of him. The one thought that kept the patronus alive was the thought of Hermione Granger.
He ran and ran, dodging spells, firing some around him. Miraculously, most of the spells form the enemy missed him.
The sounds and smells of death were all around, clogging everyone's senses. Screams in pain and anguish and joy combined filled everyone's ears. The rattling breath of the dementors was everywhere.
Finally, Harry Potter reached his destination. Albus Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy fired curses and jinxes and hexes at each other, each willing the other to finally crack under all the strain.
"Azaroth." Harry muttered under his breath.
"Metrion," said a voice beside him. Hermione stood there a grim look on her face.
"Zinthosis," the both whispered together.
"Azaroth Metrion Zinthosis," Harry said, louder and faster this time. Again and again they repeated the phrase. A small tornado whirled about them, getting stronger with every syllable the said.
With a swift hand motion, Harry launched the tornado of power at Malfoy.
Taken by surprise, he summoned up a shield, but not in time. He was flung backwards. In the seconds he hit the ground, Dumbledore had him bound and wriggling on the floor.
With a look of utmost contempt, Malfoy hissed, "You shall never defeat me. You may have taken that weak fool of a wizard Voldemort, but I am ten times the wizard he could ever imagine being!" and without further notice he transformed into a snake and Hungarian Horntail and flew away, his wings beating the air forcefully.
~*~
Dumbledore walked calmly over to Harry and Hermione.
"Thank you," he began, but was interrupted by Hermione.
"Draco," she whispered and pointed to a tall dark figure approaching them.
Around the two wizards and witch, the battle continued on, but they could neither hear nor feel any of the battle. They were isolated from the rest of the world.
Dumbledore's expression saddened. He gently grabbed Hermione's arm. Harry was left alone with Draco Malfoy walking ever closer.
The rain started to fall from the vast cloudy sky.
Soon Draco was within talking distance to Harry.
"Potter, please, give me a chance to explain myself! You'll want to know the whole story. Please!" he pleaded.
"No, Malfoy. There's no way I'm going to let you get away with this. You've done wrong before, but that. that was the worst." Harry glared at his long- time opponent.
"Potter-" Harry ignored the pleads. He raised his wand, his hand shaking.
"Alafaryia!" Harry bellowed. Draco promptly fell to the ground writhing.
He rose shakily to his feet. "Potter." he muttered and shouted a curse at Harry. The fight had begun.
~*~
Rain pelted down on them both, each one bellowing different curses, some blocking others out, some propelling others on. But neither of them would give in. Lighting cracked in the sky overhead. As if it was an omen, Harry fought, harder and harder.
"You broke her heart, and led her to believe something that wasn't true! You're nothing but lying, cheating scum!" he bellowed.
"I did not lie! I was protecting her from my father!"
"Oh, yeah, and a lot of good it did her!" he retorted. "She cries. Constantly. Because you tricked her! She believed you loved her!"
"I DO!" Renewed strength coursed through his body. He bellowed curses and hexes Harry had never heard before. For some reason he didn't go for the kill.
Draco closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't do this. Harry Potter was Hermione's friend. He had to be strong for her. He had to let him live for her. He had to live for Hermione Granger.
A dementor glided up behind Harry. He saw it, felt its cold, clammy, rattling breath, saw its scabby hands.. Heard his mother and father's voice and that high pitched laugh that haunted his waking moments even.. So he was going to die.
He would see his parents again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
To xKatx- My next fic, Who Wants to Marry My Dad, will be much better. This was my second fic (I deleted my first one because it was stupid and awfully written) and I'm still learning, so please, take a chill pill! Lol. But yes, my next fic is going to be much more like a true reality TV show. Thanks for your input!
Ah, I'm such a meanie. (Hey, it makes ppl read my story if I leave cliffhangers!) For those of you who wonder how exactly Tom got switched to Good instead of Bad, I'm thinking about writing a prequel to the story, which tells about that. I dunno for sure yet though. Still trying to decide!
R&R and hopefully I can have the next chap up soon! :D