HARRY POTTER LIVES.
"The front line has been strengthen, Professor Dumbledore," Ron reported their current situation. All Aurors in England have gathered at Hogwarts in what seems to be the final battle with Voldermont. Ron and Hermione were in charged of the right side of the front line with Dumbledore in the centre, leading them.
"Are you sure from your reliable source that Voldermont will attack from the Quidditch pitch," Dumbledore asked Hermione.
"I'm very sure sir; our source says that the pitch would be more adequate for Voldermont to attack from there because he thought it would be a surprised," she replied. Hans has told them the exact location of Voldermont's attacking point. "We will surprise him when we're ready to fight him with full force," she said with utmost confidence.
"Let's hope the mysterious attacker helps us even if we couldn't see him," Ron said delightedly. Hermione on the other hand thought of another person. She somehow knew that Hans would appear during the battle.
Dumbledore noticed her troubled look and asked, "Do you think something bizarre is going to happen during the battle Ms. Granger?"
She snapped out of her thought and nodded, "Yes professor."
"Hmm... very well, go to your position and prepare yourself, a battle will ensue anytime now," Dumbledore ordered them; Ron and Hermione gave a salute to Dumbledore and ran to their place.
Meanwhile, not to far from the battleground, Hans was dressing himself up. "Damn bowtie, can't it stay still in the centre," he cursed the bowtie he was trying to tie on his neck.
"Here let me help," a man offered his help.
"Thanks," Hans said letting the man tied the bowtie. "Is the Major Transporting Spell ready?" Hans asked the man.
"Yeah, learned it all week, can't wait to scare the wit out of Voldy," the man amused about their plan.
"To scare Voldy or to show off in front of your girlfriend," Hans teased him. The man pulled the bowtie tightly almost chocking Hans. "Okay, okay I won't say anything about you and her but what are you going to do after this," Hans stifled while asking at the same time.
"I don't know," the man said gloomily and finished tying the bowtie. "There finish," he said.
"How do I look?" Hans asked for his opinion.
"Dashing and gay," the man mocked.
"Hey I'm doing this cause it's fun, not my usual clothing but it's good for the plan," Hans said coolly. "Everyone in position, this is going to be a big show, so let's roll, people," Hans ordered a bunch of men in cloak, all of them apparated to their designated place.
A few minutes later, Voldermont and thousands of his supporters appeared from the Forbidden Forest. The sky turned dark, perfect for a gruelling battle. Voldermont looked at Dumbledore with utter disgust. He knew the mysterious attacker was going to appear but he was ready.
"Arm yourself," Dumbledore spoke through the Sonorus Spell. The Aurors held their wand firmly. They were ready to die. "Attack," Dumbledore gave the signal and everyone ran towards Voldermont and the Deatheaters and dark creatures.
"GO AND DESTROY EVERYTHING," Voldermont shouted viciously, his supporters dashed to the oncoming soldiers of light.
Light and Dark were colliding with each other but someone was not going to let that happen. As the Aurors and Deatheaters were half a mile away and running to each other and fight, an unexpected person appeared in the middle of them.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh, yeeeeeeeaaaaahhhh," Hans cheered through a megaphone. He was wearing a tall top hat, black coat, tight white pants, black boots and a white shirt. He looked like a circus ringmaster.
All of them came to an abrupt stop. None of them could move a muscle except their mouth. Even Dumbledore and Voldermont could not move.
"What is this? What is going on?" Voldermont yelled, struggling to move. "You filthy mudblood lover, what did you do?" he screamed.
"No use screaming or yelling Voldy," Hans' electric voice spread through the whole Quidditch pitch. "Ladies and gentlemen, wizards and witches, purebloods, halfbloods and muggleborns alike, you are about to see the greatest show you'll ever see," Hans announced something incredible.
"But first," he said intentionally. "Let me bring you to a place that some of you might recognised," he said as the Quidditch pitch transformed into a very dark place. It was pitch black, large stones everywhere and an eerie feeling to the place. Owls were hooting and crows were crowing to make it scarier.
"Some of you might recognise this place... especially you, Voldy," Hans looked at Voldermont with a mischievous smirk.
"What are you talking about? I have never been to such nonsense place that filthy muggles loved," Voldermont mock-mourned the place.
"Never been to such place?" Hans said incredulously. "Are you sure?" he asked to make sure.
"YES," Voldermont scowled.
"Okay then," Hans said and flicked his finger.
'THUMP'
A bell sounded. Voldermont was scared instantly. "It's the mysterious attacker," he snarled nervously.
'THUMP'
"I need to move, DAMN YOU MAD MUGGLE LOVER," Voldermont scowled angrily.
'THUMP'
The bell sounded for the third time, accompanied by a chorus of the song of the dead. The Deatheaters were trying to breath, they were stifling and scared.
'THUMP'
A group of men, hiding their faces in hooded cloaks, walking slowly carrying torches. They walk towards to the centre of the dark place right in front of Voldermont.
'THUMP'
Hermione' heart beat fast because she knew the place but could not put a finger to it. The men formed a circle as wide as the centre circle of a soccer pitch.
'THUMP'
Ron felt impatient, he knew the mysterious attacker was coming and could not wait to see his or her face. The bell kept sounded until the seventeenth time. The song kept on sung by an unknown choir.
The same light appeared inside the formed circle. Voldermont gritted his teeth as anticipation rose in him. He waited for the message inside the light. Then it came out.
There always will be a second to accompany the first, the son to follow the father, the latter part of the beginning, the first to tell of a chosen one, to have parents that escaped the Dark Lord three times and survived, to be born on the night of the end of July, to be the one to survive while the other died...
Voldermont began to feel a sudden bloodcurdling feeling about the message. Dumbledore and Hermione knew it was the prophecy, the same one telling about Harry and Voldermont.
The second to be exact was never known until now, a second prophecy rose right out of the buried ground, the one who died will rise once again from the grave he was send to, he will kill the one who kill him, he will kill the one who survive and become a survivor himself, he will KILL THE DARK LORD KNOWN AS LORD VOLDERMONT.
The light faded and the men apparated out of the way as light began to lit the place. Voldermont was scared and panicked. The place was revealed as a graveyard, the same place he buried his nemesis.
Light lighted the place till it came to the centre that was previously formed by the group of men. Hans grinned widely and mischievously as he watched Voldermont's dumbfounded face. Hermione could not contain her happiness as she watched the light went to the centre. She knew who was the mysterious attacker was. The light lit the centre and an opened grave was seen. Everyone has their jaw dropped, even Dumbledore opened his mouth. They were gawking at the grave. Voldermont looked terrified as he read the tombstone.
HARRY POTTER LIVES
Hans gave a sly laugh and apparated out. All of them were transported back to the Quidditch pitch. They snapped out of their trance of witnessing the return of Harry Potter. The Aurors and Deatheaters pointed their wands at each other, waiting their commands from their leaders, Dumbledore and Voldermont. Both of them did not give any signal to attack until Voldermont spoke.
"Retreat," he said softly, looking at Dumbledore's eyes.
"What my lord?" Lucius Malfoy asked disbelievingly.
"I SAID RETREAT," Voldermont shouted and the Deatheaters scrambled off quickly as Voldermont eyed Dumbledore while carefully walking back to escape. Dumbledore raised his hand to motion the Aurors to put down their wands.
Hermione smiled to herself and watched the sky happily. Ron joined her and watched the sky grinning widely as their friend has returned.
Meanwhile inside the Forbidden Forest, Harry potter waited for Hans to come back. Hans apparated in front of him, "Congratulation, the world now knows that Harry Potter has come back."
"Yeah and so what now," Harry asked with utmost interest.
"Well we have two weeks from now and you still need to work on the counter curse and immunity of the Killing Curse," Hans said.
"You wait Voldermont, I will have my revenge and kill you once and for all," he said with determination, looking at his hands. Hans looked at him with impress at how he have matured from the Boy_Who_Lived to the one he called the Deadman.
END.
Inspired by The Return of the Deadman. WXX.
"The front line has been strengthen, Professor Dumbledore," Ron reported their current situation. All Aurors in England have gathered at Hogwarts in what seems to be the final battle with Voldermont. Ron and Hermione were in charged of the right side of the front line with Dumbledore in the centre, leading them.
"Are you sure from your reliable source that Voldermont will attack from the Quidditch pitch," Dumbledore asked Hermione.
"I'm very sure sir; our source says that the pitch would be more adequate for Voldermont to attack from there because he thought it would be a surprised," she replied. Hans has told them the exact location of Voldermont's attacking point. "We will surprise him when we're ready to fight him with full force," she said with utmost confidence.
"Let's hope the mysterious attacker helps us even if we couldn't see him," Ron said delightedly. Hermione on the other hand thought of another person. She somehow knew that Hans would appear during the battle.
Dumbledore noticed her troubled look and asked, "Do you think something bizarre is going to happen during the battle Ms. Granger?"
She snapped out of her thought and nodded, "Yes professor."
"Hmm... very well, go to your position and prepare yourself, a battle will ensue anytime now," Dumbledore ordered them; Ron and Hermione gave a salute to Dumbledore and ran to their place.
Meanwhile, not to far from the battleground, Hans was dressing himself up. "Damn bowtie, can't it stay still in the centre," he cursed the bowtie he was trying to tie on his neck.
"Here let me help," a man offered his help.
"Thanks," Hans said letting the man tied the bowtie. "Is the Major Transporting Spell ready?" Hans asked the man.
"Yeah, learned it all week, can't wait to scare the wit out of Voldy," the man amused about their plan.
"To scare Voldy or to show off in front of your girlfriend," Hans teased him. The man pulled the bowtie tightly almost chocking Hans. "Okay, okay I won't say anything about you and her but what are you going to do after this," Hans stifled while asking at the same time.
"I don't know," the man said gloomily and finished tying the bowtie. "There finish," he said.
"How do I look?" Hans asked for his opinion.
"Dashing and gay," the man mocked.
"Hey I'm doing this cause it's fun, not my usual clothing but it's good for the plan," Hans said coolly. "Everyone in position, this is going to be a big show, so let's roll, people," Hans ordered a bunch of men in cloak, all of them apparated to their designated place.
A few minutes later, Voldermont and thousands of his supporters appeared from the Forbidden Forest. The sky turned dark, perfect for a gruelling battle. Voldermont looked at Dumbledore with utter disgust. He knew the mysterious attacker was going to appear but he was ready.
"Arm yourself," Dumbledore spoke through the Sonorus Spell. The Aurors held their wand firmly. They were ready to die. "Attack," Dumbledore gave the signal and everyone ran towards Voldermont and the Deatheaters and dark creatures.
"GO AND DESTROY EVERYTHING," Voldermont shouted viciously, his supporters dashed to the oncoming soldiers of light.
Light and Dark were colliding with each other but someone was not going to let that happen. As the Aurors and Deatheaters were half a mile away and running to each other and fight, an unexpected person appeared in the middle of them.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh, yeeeeeeeaaaaahhhh," Hans cheered through a megaphone. He was wearing a tall top hat, black coat, tight white pants, black boots and a white shirt. He looked like a circus ringmaster.
All of them came to an abrupt stop. None of them could move a muscle except their mouth. Even Dumbledore and Voldermont could not move.
"What is this? What is going on?" Voldermont yelled, struggling to move. "You filthy mudblood lover, what did you do?" he screamed.
"No use screaming or yelling Voldy," Hans' electric voice spread through the whole Quidditch pitch. "Ladies and gentlemen, wizards and witches, purebloods, halfbloods and muggleborns alike, you are about to see the greatest show you'll ever see," Hans announced something incredible.
"But first," he said intentionally. "Let me bring you to a place that some of you might recognised," he said as the Quidditch pitch transformed into a very dark place. It was pitch black, large stones everywhere and an eerie feeling to the place. Owls were hooting and crows were crowing to make it scarier.
"Some of you might recognise this place... especially you, Voldy," Hans looked at Voldermont with a mischievous smirk.
"What are you talking about? I have never been to such nonsense place that filthy muggles loved," Voldermont mock-mourned the place.
"Never been to such place?" Hans said incredulously. "Are you sure?" he asked to make sure.
"YES," Voldermont scowled.
"Okay then," Hans said and flicked his finger.
'THUMP'
A bell sounded. Voldermont was scared instantly. "It's the mysterious attacker," he snarled nervously.
'THUMP'
"I need to move, DAMN YOU MAD MUGGLE LOVER," Voldermont scowled angrily.
'THUMP'
The bell sounded for the third time, accompanied by a chorus of the song of the dead. The Deatheaters were trying to breath, they were stifling and scared.
'THUMP'
A group of men, hiding their faces in hooded cloaks, walking slowly carrying torches. They walk towards to the centre of the dark place right in front of Voldermont.
'THUMP'
Hermione' heart beat fast because she knew the place but could not put a finger to it. The men formed a circle as wide as the centre circle of a soccer pitch.
'THUMP'
Ron felt impatient, he knew the mysterious attacker was coming and could not wait to see his or her face. The bell kept sounded until the seventeenth time. The song kept on sung by an unknown choir.
The same light appeared inside the formed circle. Voldermont gritted his teeth as anticipation rose in him. He waited for the message inside the light. Then it came out.
There always will be a second to accompany the first, the son to follow the father, the latter part of the beginning, the first to tell of a chosen one, to have parents that escaped the Dark Lord three times and survived, to be born on the night of the end of July, to be the one to survive while the other died...
Voldermont began to feel a sudden bloodcurdling feeling about the message. Dumbledore and Hermione knew it was the prophecy, the same one telling about Harry and Voldermont.
The second to be exact was never known until now, a second prophecy rose right out of the buried ground, the one who died will rise once again from the grave he was send to, he will kill the one who kill him, he will kill the one who survive and become a survivor himself, he will KILL THE DARK LORD KNOWN AS LORD VOLDERMONT.
The light faded and the men apparated out of the way as light began to lit the place. Voldermont was scared and panicked. The place was revealed as a graveyard, the same place he buried his nemesis.
Light lighted the place till it came to the centre that was previously formed by the group of men. Hans grinned widely and mischievously as he watched Voldermont's dumbfounded face. Hermione could not contain her happiness as she watched the light went to the centre. She knew who was the mysterious attacker was. The light lit the centre and an opened grave was seen. Everyone has their jaw dropped, even Dumbledore opened his mouth. They were gawking at the grave. Voldermont looked terrified as he read the tombstone.
HARRY POTTER LIVES
Hans gave a sly laugh and apparated out. All of them were transported back to the Quidditch pitch. They snapped out of their trance of witnessing the return of Harry Potter. The Aurors and Deatheaters pointed their wands at each other, waiting their commands from their leaders, Dumbledore and Voldermont. Both of them did not give any signal to attack until Voldermont spoke.
"Retreat," he said softly, looking at Dumbledore's eyes.
"What my lord?" Lucius Malfoy asked disbelievingly.
"I SAID RETREAT," Voldermont shouted and the Deatheaters scrambled off quickly as Voldermont eyed Dumbledore while carefully walking back to escape. Dumbledore raised his hand to motion the Aurors to put down their wands.
Hermione smiled to herself and watched the sky happily. Ron joined her and watched the sky grinning widely as their friend has returned.
Meanwhile inside the Forbidden Forest, Harry potter waited for Hans to come back. Hans apparated in front of him, "Congratulation, the world now knows that Harry Potter has come back."
"Yeah and so what now," Harry asked with utmost interest.
"Well we have two weeks from now and you still need to work on the counter curse and immunity of the Killing Curse," Hans said.
"You wait Voldermont, I will have my revenge and kill you once and for all," he said with determination, looking at his hands. Hans looked at him with impress at how he have matured from the Boy_Who_Lived to the one he called the Deadman.
END.
Inspired by The Return of the Deadman. WXX.