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A/N Haven't updated for a while, so I thought it was time I did!! Tell me what you think!! Many Thanks. JessieRose.
Chapter Thirty One ~ The Rock
A soul. What is a soul? And what is it not to have a soul? A soul is the key to a person, it is almost their link to life. So what happens when this link is severed? They lose their life?
Harry didn't know what to make of Draco's absurd claim, to such a power as to restore life to someone. But when he thought about it, Malfoy wasn't bringing someone back to life, rather restoring life back to a person.
He stepped away from him, as though in shook and nearly stumbled over the watching crowd. Ron didn't step back.
Tamarisk forced her way through the crowd. She stopped angrily at the sight of her brother.
"Draco!" She snarled. "Follow me." Draco trooped after his sister, through the gap that had been created in the watching people.
Harry shakily turned to follow. Ron grabbed him.
"We'll sort Malfoy out later." He said, quietly.
Harry nodded, and the two trooped up to the common room. They sat by the fire, staring into the orangey flickering flames.
"What's a soul Ron?"
"A soul? It's a person's life force, without it they are nothing, they can't think, sleep, eat, they just wonder the earth, aimlessly, pointlessly, in abject misery, suffering a thousand agonies every second. . ." Ron launched into the explanation but was halted by Harry.
"And is it possible to restore someone's soul once it has been taken?"
Ron shrugged. "Well, normally I'd say no, but after what Malfoy said, I mean maybe he has found a way to reunite people with their souls."
"Lie to me." Harry said.
"Of course it's possible, in fact it's been done before." Ron told him. "Better?" He asked.
Harry nodded. "A lot better."
Harry got up.
"Where you going?"
"To talk to Malfoy, Hermione needs help, and maybe he can help her."
"Malfoy never helps anyone but 'imself." Ron muttered as he clambered up.
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Hermione was thrown back into the grimy cell, by the jeering death eater. She didn't look at him, and just sat huddled on the floor. Staring out of her unseeing eyes. Her mind was blank, she couldn't think, or move, she saw no reason too. She couldn't remember who she was, where she was or why.
Her eyes roved the cell, but her mind was greeted by blackness. She still saw the grimy bars, the moss covered walls, and square box she was trapped in, but nothing registered in her mind.
So might as well have been blind for all she could see. And then followed this fear and agony, she didn't know who she was.
She lay down on the floor, if she had an emotion she would have cried, but her soul was gone, so was every feeling in her body. Her mind was numb as she lay on the stone, no sense of time entered her mind. She knew, nor cared, nor noticed how long she lay like that.
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Dumbledore sighed, he was too late. The words rang through his ancient mind, as he stood dejectedly, staring out across the blue sparkly water of death. Miles away across the sea one of his students lay, desperately needing his help, and he couldn't do anything for he. The sun shone, giving the appearance of a beautiful day, but nothing was beautiful anymore.
Dumbledore held a rock in his old, tired hand. With a sigh, he lobbed it out across the crystal waters, watching as it skimmed the waves and sunk to the bottom.
I mean who were they kidding, Dumbledore and his followers, they were the rock, and the sea was Voldemort. Eventually, no matter how long they skimmed across, they'd all fall down into the blue depths.
Dumbledore shook his head, trying to get all such despairing thoughts from his mind. And with a grim smile he stood up straight. No matter how one sided the odds were, no matter how unfair the fight seemed, the rock still skimmed hard across the water, trying to stay afloat, even though the very laws of gravity were against.
And so they would carry on fighting, even though everything was against, even though their chance of victory was so small, they would fight.
It has been said, that until a man has found something he would die for, he does not deserve to live. Well Dumbledore had found it, the thing he would die for.
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And it seemed so had Harry. The three of them, stood in the cold trophy room, the clock having just struck midnight. It took all of Harry's self restraint, not to lunge at Malfoy and attack. But he managed it.
"Not fighting, Potter?" Malfoy demanded.
"What's the point in killing you, when you can help?"
"Kill me?" Malfoy scoffed. "You couldn't kill me."
"Why's that? 'Cause you're a death eater, 'cause I wouldn't dare? Now just tell me where Hermione is."
"Well, half of her is Azkaban!"
"What do you mean half of her?"
"Look, you're too late, the dementors have taken her soul. There is nothing you can do now." Draco turned and was about to leave.
Harry raised his wand and pointed it straight at his back. "Move one more step Malfoy, and I swear on Sirius's grave, I'll kill you."
Malfoy stopped dead. He knew how much Potter admired his godfather, this was not an empty threat. He turned round.
"You're lying." Ron said, bitterly. "Today you said you could get her soul back."
"Well, I was wrong." Draco replied, the sneer had dropped from his voice. He desperately wished he had brought Goyle and Crabbe.
Draco cleared his throat. "What's in it for me, if I help you?"
Harry smiled. "Dumbledore will spare your life when your side falls."
Draco was about to laugh, but he saw the cruel twisted smile sprawled across his adversary's face and thought better of it. "We won't fall." He said, calmly.
Harry shrugged. "Whatever, I don't really care, all I want is Hermione."
"Then swap places with her."
"What?"
"You can exchange your soul, for hers."
A/N Haven't updated for a while, so I thought it was time I did!! Tell me what you think!! Many Thanks. JessieRose.
Chapter Thirty One ~ The Rock
A soul. What is a soul? And what is it not to have a soul? A soul is the key to a person, it is almost their link to life. So what happens when this link is severed? They lose their life?
Harry didn't know what to make of Draco's absurd claim, to such a power as to restore life to someone. But when he thought about it, Malfoy wasn't bringing someone back to life, rather restoring life back to a person.
He stepped away from him, as though in shook and nearly stumbled over the watching crowd. Ron didn't step back.
Tamarisk forced her way through the crowd. She stopped angrily at the sight of her brother.
"Draco!" She snarled. "Follow me." Draco trooped after his sister, through the gap that had been created in the watching people.
Harry shakily turned to follow. Ron grabbed him.
"We'll sort Malfoy out later." He said, quietly.
Harry nodded, and the two trooped up to the common room. They sat by the fire, staring into the orangey flickering flames.
"What's a soul Ron?"
"A soul? It's a person's life force, without it they are nothing, they can't think, sleep, eat, they just wonder the earth, aimlessly, pointlessly, in abject misery, suffering a thousand agonies every second. . ." Ron launched into the explanation but was halted by Harry.
"And is it possible to restore someone's soul once it has been taken?"
Ron shrugged. "Well, normally I'd say no, but after what Malfoy said, I mean maybe he has found a way to reunite people with their souls."
"Lie to me." Harry said.
"Of course it's possible, in fact it's been done before." Ron told him. "Better?" He asked.
Harry nodded. "A lot better."
Harry got up.
"Where you going?"
"To talk to Malfoy, Hermione needs help, and maybe he can help her."
"Malfoy never helps anyone but 'imself." Ron muttered as he clambered up.
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Hermione was thrown back into the grimy cell, by the jeering death eater. She didn't look at him, and just sat huddled on the floor. Staring out of her unseeing eyes. Her mind was blank, she couldn't think, or move, she saw no reason too. She couldn't remember who she was, where she was or why.
Her eyes roved the cell, but her mind was greeted by blackness. She still saw the grimy bars, the moss covered walls, and square box she was trapped in, but nothing registered in her mind.
So might as well have been blind for all she could see. And then followed this fear and agony, she didn't know who she was.
She lay down on the floor, if she had an emotion she would have cried, but her soul was gone, so was every feeling in her body. Her mind was numb as she lay on the stone, no sense of time entered her mind. She knew, nor cared, nor noticed how long she lay like that.
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Dumbledore sighed, he was too late. The words rang through his ancient mind, as he stood dejectedly, staring out across the blue sparkly water of death. Miles away across the sea one of his students lay, desperately needing his help, and he couldn't do anything for he. The sun shone, giving the appearance of a beautiful day, but nothing was beautiful anymore.
Dumbledore held a rock in his old, tired hand. With a sigh, he lobbed it out across the crystal waters, watching as it skimmed the waves and sunk to the bottom.
I mean who were they kidding, Dumbledore and his followers, they were the rock, and the sea was Voldemort. Eventually, no matter how long they skimmed across, they'd all fall down into the blue depths.
Dumbledore shook his head, trying to get all such despairing thoughts from his mind. And with a grim smile he stood up straight. No matter how one sided the odds were, no matter how unfair the fight seemed, the rock still skimmed hard across the water, trying to stay afloat, even though the very laws of gravity were against.
And so they would carry on fighting, even though everything was against, even though their chance of victory was so small, they would fight.
It has been said, that until a man has found something he would die for, he does not deserve to live. Well Dumbledore had found it, the thing he would die for.
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And it seemed so had Harry. The three of them, stood in the cold trophy room, the clock having just struck midnight. It took all of Harry's self restraint, not to lunge at Malfoy and attack. But he managed it.
"Not fighting, Potter?" Malfoy demanded.
"What's the point in killing you, when you can help?"
"Kill me?" Malfoy scoffed. "You couldn't kill me."
"Why's that? 'Cause you're a death eater, 'cause I wouldn't dare? Now just tell me where Hermione is."
"Well, half of her is Azkaban!"
"What do you mean half of her?"
"Look, you're too late, the dementors have taken her soul. There is nothing you can do now." Draco turned and was about to leave.
Harry raised his wand and pointed it straight at his back. "Move one more step Malfoy, and I swear on Sirius's grave, I'll kill you."
Malfoy stopped dead. He knew how much Potter admired his godfather, this was not an empty threat. He turned round.
"You're lying." Ron said, bitterly. "Today you said you could get her soul back."
"Well, I was wrong." Draco replied, the sneer had dropped from his voice. He desperately wished he had brought Goyle and Crabbe.
Draco cleared his throat. "What's in it for me, if I help you?"
Harry smiled. "Dumbledore will spare your life when your side falls."
Draco was about to laugh, but he saw the cruel twisted smile sprawled across his adversary's face and thought better of it. "We won't fall." He said, calmly.
Harry shrugged. "Whatever, I don't really care, all I want is Hermione."
"Then swap places with her."
"What?"
"You can exchange your soul, for hers."