Harry ran down the stairs at top speed, down one corridor, and then the
next. He ran halfway down a flight of stairs and jumped the rest of the
way. He was just feet away from the doors. He threw them open and forgot
all about the stairs that led to the grounds and just jumped on to the wet
grass and slid down the hill. He landed not far away from the fog covered
lake when he stood up again.
"Let's see, which way was I standing when I was dreaming?" he asked himself. He started to hear the oh-to-familiar voices and realized that his time was highly short.
"Think Harry think. What was in your dream?" He commanded himself. "The Whomping Willow." He swirled around and saw the massive tree not too far away. He ran passed it, while trying to avoid the flailing branches and came to a clearing. He turned around rapidly, looking in all directions; when he saw a tall figure heading to the forest.
He took after it when his scar started to hurt. He slowed down slightly, even though there was no time to be slow now. He ran up a small hill and looked around; wincing with pain.
"Harry?" Asked a timid voice from the ground underneath him.
He swirled his head around, trying to pin-point the place where the sound came from. He saw Karrot slowly walking around the forest.
"There's no Potter to save you now," said an icy, sinister voice from not too far away.
"Shove off," Karrot started as she whirled around, "Malfoy."
"Highly mistaken my dear," Voldemort stated as he approached Karrot causing her to backup in to a tree. His skin was an eerie white in the moonlight and his awful red eyes were like rubies; gleaming and reflection Karrot's fear. "I'm not Malfoy at all. I am Lord Voldemort; I believe that you have heard of me."
Harry tried to get up but his foot was caught in a root. Harry reached around in his pockets and pulled out the pocket knife that Sirius gave him on his fourteenth birthday. He quickly flicked it open and began hacking his way through. After what seemed to be forever, it snapped. He got up and looked to where the two were. Voldemort had his wand out, pointed towards Karrot from a slight distance away. An evil, sly smile was spread across his face. His eyes were blazing with sickening happiness.
"Avada..." he started, the tip of his wand started to glow green.
Harry stood up on the over-head ground; his scar blazing and his mind racing. 'It's now or never,' he thought. He jumped off the small cliff.
"Kedav.." He continued. Harry was so close now. He landed on Voldemort's back.
"RAUGH!" He yelled. Harry's eyes were closed, trying to block out the pain, but it was hopeless. Harry opened his eyes and saw Karrot lying spread eagle on her stomach. He face buried in the ground.
"So, Potter came out to play?" Voldemort hissed.
Voldemort spun around, sending his arm in every direction; trying to get Harry off his back. Harry tightened the grip his arm had around Voldemort's boney neck. Voldemort raised his wand to Harry's face, just beside his own. Harry quickly moved one he heard the words 'Avada Kedavra' for the second time.
Harry felt his body hit the hard ground as his world swum out of focus.
A/N: Another slight cliffie. I would have this chapter a little longer but I wanted to get it posted. Review it please.
shdurrani - Thank you again for reviewing. You shouldn't be the only one who's reviewing. My other fan is just taking forever to review.
chickamoomoo - Thank you for the grammar points. The snitch is gold but the wings are silver, and down here, we say 'sawn.' It's just as normal to us as saying: "Back it up a little forward."
"Let's see, which way was I standing when I was dreaming?" he asked himself. He started to hear the oh-to-familiar voices and realized that his time was highly short.
"Think Harry think. What was in your dream?" He commanded himself. "The Whomping Willow." He swirled around and saw the massive tree not too far away. He ran passed it, while trying to avoid the flailing branches and came to a clearing. He turned around rapidly, looking in all directions; when he saw a tall figure heading to the forest.
He took after it when his scar started to hurt. He slowed down slightly, even though there was no time to be slow now. He ran up a small hill and looked around; wincing with pain.
"Harry?" Asked a timid voice from the ground underneath him.
He swirled his head around, trying to pin-point the place where the sound came from. He saw Karrot slowly walking around the forest.
"There's no Potter to save you now," said an icy, sinister voice from not too far away.
"Shove off," Karrot started as she whirled around, "Malfoy."
"Highly mistaken my dear," Voldemort stated as he approached Karrot causing her to backup in to a tree. His skin was an eerie white in the moonlight and his awful red eyes were like rubies; gleaming and reflection Karrot's fear. "I'm not Malfoy at all. I am Lord Voldemort; I believe that you have heard of me."
Harry tried to get up but his foot was caught in a root. Harry reached around in his pockets and pulled out the pocket knife that Sirius gave him on his fourteenth birthday. He quickly flicked it open and began hacking his way through. After what seemed to be forever, it snapped. He got up and looked to where the two were. Voldemort had his wand out, pointed towards Karrot from a slight distance away. An evil, sly smile was spread across his face. His eyes were blazing with sickening happiness.
"Avada..." he started, the tip of his wand started to glow green.
Harry stood up on the over-head ground; his scar blazing and his mind racing. 'It's now or never,' he thought. He jumped off the small cliff.
"Kedav.." He continued. Harry was so close now. He landed on Voldemort's back.
"RAUGH!" He yelled. Harry's eyes were closed, trying to block out the pain, but it was hopeless. Harry opened his eyes and saw Karrot lying spread eagle on her stomach. He face buried in the ground.
"So, Potter came out to play?" Voldemort hissed.
Voldemort spun around, sending his arm in every direction; trying to get Harry off his back. Harry tightened the grip his arm had around Voldemort's boney neck. Voldemort raised his wand to Harry's face, just beside his own. Harry quickly moved one he heard the words 'Avada Kedavra' for the second time.
Harry felt his body hit the hard ground as his world swum out of focus.
A/N: Another slight cliffie. I would have this chapter a little longer but I wanted to get it posted. Review it please.
shdurrani - Thank you again for reviewing. You shouldn't be the only one who's reviewing. My other fan is just taking forever to review.
chickamoomoo - Thank you for the grammar points. The snitch is gold but the wings are silver, and down here, we say 'sawn.' It's just as normal to us as saying: "Back it up a little forward."