THE COUNTDOWN.
-7 days to go-
"Master, master, I'm sorry master, I didn't know it was one of his tricks," Wormtail pleaded, his voice was becoming more of a rat than before. He was at the forest with his master and the other followers.
"Shut up, you impudent rat, Crucio," Voldermont shot the Cruciatus at Wormtail, his anger towards his most loyal follower was at doubt. Wormtail curled up, feeling pain from the curse. He could not believe he was tricked into a simple plan of his nemesis. He threw all of his anger towards Wormtail and kept on shooting the Cruciatus.
"My Lord, are you going to meet Potter?" Lucius Malfoy asked, apparently he and his family were still alive.
"Grrrrrrrr" Voldermont growled his frustration. "If he wants me, he will have me," the Deatheaters were in deep worried for their master. After five acts of deceit from Harry potter and an unknown man that destroyed their chances of taking over the world, all of them were now defenceless and weak.
"But where are we going to find him?" Bellatrix asked, her face has turned more wrinkled on her face ever since the downfall of their hideout.
"The place where I buried him, the grave where my family is," he answered with a worried tone.
"What are we going to do if this is just another trick of Potter?" Lucius asked again.
"We will find a way, it is still impossible for him to learn anything to counter the Killing Curse, because there is no such thing," said Voldermont silkily.
The Deatheaters felt their spirit lifted and convinced that their master would triump over his arch nemesis. But truth to be told, Voldermont was worried if Harry Potter can defy the Killing Curse.
-6 days to go-
"We need to go to the graveyard where Harry was buried," Hermione urged the other young Aurors to come with her.
"Ms. Granger, I know how impatient of you to see your friend, or may I say more than a friend," said Dumbledore, Hermione went red and Ron snickered. "But the danger of being caught by Voldermont and his supporters is very high and I don't want one of my top graduates missing or worse."
"But Professor Dumbledore, Harry needs me there, he needs Ron there," she desperately needed some support, especially from another best friend. Ron looked away feeling guilty of not supporting her.
"Harry can take care of things by himself, besides he already got help from unknown sources," said Dumbledore, making Hermione a bit frustrated. Ron did not help a single thing.
"He told me to be there," said Hermione resolutely.
"Through this unknown source," said Dumbledore, he was a hard one to defeat in a debate.
"This unknown source has a name and his name is Hans Nesbett," she retorted loudly, everyone gasped of how loud she was. But Dumbledore did not seem to be a bit annoyed by Hermione's behaviour.
"I'm sorry Ms. Granger, no matter how much you want to see Harry, I won't allow you to endanger yourself," Dumbledore's words were hard to fight. Hermione was about to talked back but Dumbledore cut her off, "And that's final, Ms. Granger, this meeting is over."
Everyone quickly got up and went off the meeting room, Hermione however sat down feeling defeated. She only wanted to see Harry; she wanted to be the first to greet him. She clutched her knees to her chest and buried her face onto her knee.
-5 days to go-
"Well here we are," said Hans delightedly. He and Harry have come back to the graveyard, the place where they made a pact that have rocked the world and turned the tide.
"The place where our final battle will happen," said Harry hiding his face under a hood. "How long has it been?"
"Three years and a few months," Hans answered.
"What I'm going to do after all of this?" Harry asked, feeling relief after everything that has happen in the past years.
"Well what are we waiting for, let's get this place in shape before the Deatheaty comes," Hans yelled, fifty men behind him and Harry yelled along and they went on to work.
Whatever were they doing to the graveyard, they have a little respect to the occupants of the ground but they asked forgiveness after the work was done.
All Harry hope was that someone would come and watched him, either the dead or the living.
-4 days left-
At a secluded place in north of England, Voldermont stood on top of a cliff, watching the dark clouds gathering towards him. He was in deep denial about his nemesis existence. He had to meet his enemy in four days time. It was everything or nothing situation. One will win and the other will lose everything.
A woman came up behind him with dreaded concern and loyalty. She did not wan to lose him but fate messed around when you done something terrible. No one can escape from the wrath of doing evil deeds.
"Master, you need some rest if you are going to fight Potter," said Bellatrix.
"Potter," murmured Voldermont, he faced the old woman. "Potter does not exist," Voldermont scowled at the woman.
"But my lord, he kept destroying our lives, for the past weeks," she replied in a cold hindrance.
"Yes he did but where is he? The last time, was not even his body," said Voldermont.
"Not his body?" Bellatrix was puzzled.
"He's dead remember, Lestrange, he does not exist and he's dead," said Voldermont and turned around to look back at the dark skies now hovering above him.
-3 days left-
Hermione was sitting alone in her quarters in Hogwarts, reading her diary backed at 4th year. Every memory with his friend was treasured always. She put the diary besides the table and read another book. She was just about to open it when a door knock was heard.
"Who could that be?" she thought to herself. "Come in."
The door opened but Hermione did not look at the visitor, she just kept on reading the book. She did not know that they were two guests.
"Hermione, we need to talk," said the voice that belong to her other best friend, Ron.
"What is it? I'm tired right now," she said while still not looking at Ron.
"You're lying, if you're tired then why are you reading," Ron spat.
"Because it made me awake," she said coolly.
Ron gave up. "Look, I know that you're mad at Dumbledore because he didn't let you go to see Harry," said Ron.
"Honestly Ron," she put down the book and faced him. "Don't I know it already...... SIRIUS!"
Sirius Black, godfather to Harry Potter, leaning his back at the door. He has an amused face while looking at Hermione. Ron grinned excitedly at her because he had surprised her. Hermione rose from the chair and went to hugged Sirius tightly.
"It's been a long time," she said.
"Oh yes, indeed," said Sirius and they pulled away from each other. "I guess you're wondering why I'm here when I'm suppose to be at Scotland," he said and she nodded.
"We Marauders break rules easily and as a tradition, we're going to break another rule," he said with utmost nobleness.
"And what's that?" she asked but somehow she already knew what Sirius wanted to say.
"We're going to see my godson," he answered.
-2 days left-
Voldermont stood in the forest, an unknown location, still denying of Harry's existence. He faced his supporters which was less than hundred since a lot have left them and only the most loyal ones stood by him.
"My friends... we are embarking on a death journey to where Harry Potter lay... from this point on, he still does not show his cowardly face... that means he does not exist and he never even existed from the beginning... it's just a ploy to make us all afraid the light, the side of the weak... let's us now go to battle..."
The Deatheaters cheered vigorously, as Voldermont walked away followed by his supporters. He will face his death and destiny in two days time.
-A day left-
"Is everyone ready?" Hermione asked her notorious band of friends from her days at Hogwarts. Ron has asked some people if they wanted to join in, he did not use force because he does not want to and he did not have to. He only asked those who were somehow close to Harry Potter. Unexpectedly, a lot of people have joined in to see Harry Potter's revival. Ron only picked those who were only wanted to see Harry as he was, a friend.
Among them, were Ron's brothers the twins, Fred and George and his sister, Ginny. Ron and Harry's dormmates, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were eager to joined Hermione and Ron. Surprisingly Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Ernie MacMillian and Hannah Abbott joined too. Cedric could not forgive himself for letting Harry buried when they were the winners of the Triwizard Tournament; he will come to see Harry and stood with him as victors once again.
To complete the list were Sirius Black, who suggested the trip or so he called it, and Hagrid.
"Yes, let's go to see Harry," Ron shouted, only to get a hit on the head from Sirius.
"Be quiet you nitwit, people might hear us," Sirius scolded him, everybody laughed at Ron.
"Alright let's go to the graveyard," Hermione ordered and all of them followed her. "We're coming Harry, you're not alone anymore," she said to herself.
-two hours till showdown-
"Are we there yet?" Rom whined, they have been walking in the forest for the past four hours and Ron was the only one that was tired. Hermione frowned at him.
"Honestly, show some dignity," said Hermione, leading the group to the graveyard.
"Hermione," Cedric called her.
"Yes,"
"Deatheaters might be there, how are we going to fight them, they are a lot of them since Harry would be coming," Cedric notified and Hermione understood what he meant. Everyone looked worried about the Deatheaters except Sirius, Cedric and Hermione.
"Yeah, there might be hundreds of them, we just got twelve people against hundreds," Ron whined childishly.
"Don't worry, A'rry will protect us, I know he would, right Ermione," said Hagrid confidently.
"Yeah, and Harry got back ups for him," she said, and all of them felt a little relief. "Ah, we're here," she said happily. The same dark pitch themed graveyard never changed since Harry's burial. The only difference was there were fewer graves than before.
"After all this years it's still creepy," said Sirius, Hannah and Cho shuddered a bit from the eerie coldness of the place. They knew ghosts would not hurt anyone but they could not help but thinking how horrible it would be like.
"Ah! Finally a place to sit," said Ron happily, he sat on a rock that he thought looked like a seat. He sat down gleefully, panted from the long walk and even grinded his backside on the rock. The other looked at him stunned, agape and widened their eyes to Ron's horrible act. Fred and George were laughing looking at how stupid their brother was doing.
Ron noticed his twin brothers laughing and frowned at them. "What' wrong with you two? Haven't you two seen someone sitting?" Ron scowled.
The twins stopped laughing and ready to tell him something, "You bungling oaf, don't you realised where we are," said Fred.
"Yeah the graveyard so," said Ron.
"Isn't it obvious what are you sitting on," said George.
"A rock," said Ron confusingly.
"What a block-headed brother we have here, Fred?" said George mockingly.
"Yeah too bad he doesn't know," said Fred silkily.
"Know what?" said Ron angrily, feeling frustrated and confused. By this time Hermione was the one who was mad.
"Ron, you're sitting on a tombstone!" Hermione scolded, Ron realised his mistake and got off of the tombstone. Everyone rebuked at him on being disrespect to the dead.
"Sorry," he said, giving a weak smile to them.
Suddenly out of nowhere, a blond haired boy came out, showing off his smirk. "Well, well if isn't the Mudblood, Weasleys and their ugly friends coming for the reunion of their dear friend who doesn't even exist," said Draco.
"Malfoy," Ron scowled.
"It's been a long time, I'm beginning to miss you guys," said Draco mockingly, imitating a crying voice. He even jokingly rubbed his eyes.
"Why are you here?" Sirius asked intensely.
"On the contrary, why are you here?" he asked, showing again his smugly smirk.
"We asked you first, ferret" said Ron angrily; everyone was wondering if this was a trap.
"Very well, father would you please do the honours," sneered Draco coolly, his father came out of the darkness along with the rest of the Deatheaters.
"You did well my son," said Lucius complimenting his son. "For all of you muggle-lovers, surrender now or face the wrath of the Dark Lord," said Lucius malevolently, all the Deatheaters took out their wands and pointed at Hermione and her group. They retaliated by pointing back their wands.
"It's no use fighting back, you will all die if you fight," said Lucius, they realised their odds against the enemy but still would not surrender.
But Hermione was the first one to draw back her wand. Her friends were shocked to see her action.
"Are you crazy Hermione? They're going to kill us," Ron yelled.
"His right, we're going to see Harry even if it means we have to fight through this jerks," said Sirius worryingly.
"No," everyone looked at her, even the Deatheaters. "We're not going to fight, this is Harry's fight and we're only came to see him fighting and so do you people, you all came to see Voldermont fight Harry," she said ardently.
Miraculously, the Deatheaters drew back their wands and walked to one side of the graveyard. The others were shocked to see how Hermione worked things out her way.
"Wow, that's amazing Hermione," Ron praised her, she smiled sheepishly at them.
"Thanks,"
"You deserved to be with Harry," said Cho, Hermione was a bit jumpy and embarrassed of what she said.
"Yeah, we came ere to see A'rry and by god, we're going to see A'rry," said Hagrid with utmost spirit.
"Yes we do," said Hermione, Sirius looked at her with admiration and wondered how lucky his godson was going to be.
"Five minutes till seven days complete," Cedric pointed out, all of them kept a sharp eye looked out for Harry. The Deatheaters too did the same thing.
Hermione was anxious as time grew nearer and outcome Voldermont along with Bellatrix by his side. Hermione looked wryly and the enemy, Voldermont was calm and confident. None of them could put a finger to it.
Voldermont made his way towards the centre of the graveyard. He noticed the difference of the graveyard. Then, he saw Hermione and her friends and grew angrier.
"Kill them, spare no one" Voldermont shouted an order and all Deatheaters shot the Killing Curse at the group.
"No!" Ron yelled as hundred of green sparks flew towards them. One thing for sure, none of them would survive the attack.
-7 days to go-
"Master, master, I'm sorry master, I didn't know it was one of his tricks," Wormtail pleaded, his voice was becoming more of a rat than before. He was at the forest with his master and the other followers.
"Shut up, you impudent rat, Crucio," Voldermont shot the Cruciatus at Wormtail, his anger towards his most loyal follower was at doubt. Wormtail curled up, feeling pain from the curse. He could not believe he was tricked into a simple plan of his nemesis. He threw all of his anger towards Wormtail and kept on shooting the Cruciatus.
"My Lord, are you going to meet Potter?" Lucius Malfoy asked, apparently he and his family were still alive.
"Grrrrrrrr" Voldermont growled his frustration. "If he wants me, he will have me," the Deatheaters were in deep worried for their master. After five acts of deceit from Harry potter and an unknown man that destroyed their chances of taking over the world, all of them were now defenceless and weak.
"But where are we going to find him?" Bellatrix asked, her face has turned more wrinkled on her face ever since the downfall of their hideout.
"The place where I buried him, the grave where my family is," he answered with a worried tone.
"What are we going to do if this is just another trick of Potter?" Lucius asked again.
"We will find a way, it is still impossible for him to learn anything to counter the Killing Curse, because there is no such thing," said Voldermont silkily.
The Deatheaters felt their spirit lifted and convinced that their master would triump over his arch nemesis. But truth to be told, Voldermont was worried if Harry Potter can defy the Killing Curse.
-6 days to go-
"We need to go to the graveyard where Harry was buried," Hermione urged the other young Aurors to come with her.
"Ms. Granger, I know how impatient of you to see your friend, or may I say more than a friend," said Dumbledore, Hermione went red and Ron snickered. "But the danger of being caught by Voldermont and his supporters is very high and I don't want one of my top graduates missing or worse."
"But Professor Dumbledore, Harry needs me there, he needs Ron there," she desperately needed some support, especially from another best friend. Ron looked away feeling guilty of not supporting her.
"Harry can take care of things by himself, besides he already got help from unknown sources," said Dumbledore, making Hermione a bit frustrated. Ron did not help a single thing.
"He told me to be there," said Hermione resolutely.
"Through this unknown source," said Dumbledore, he was a hard one to defeat in a debate.
"This unknown source has a name and his name is Hans Nesbett," she retorted loudly, everyone gasped of how loud she was. But Dumbledore did not seem to be a bit annoyed by Hermione's behaviour.
"I'm sorry Ms. Granger, no matter how much you want to see Harry, I won't allow you to endanger yourself," Dumbledore's words were hard to fight. Hermione was about to talked back but Dumbledore cut her off, "And that's final, Ms. Granger, this meeting is over."
Everyone quickly got up and went off the meeting room, Hermione however sat down feeling defeated. She only wanted to see Harry; she wanted to be the first to greet him. She clutched her knees to her chest and buried her face onto her knee.
-5 days to go-
"Well here we are," said Hans delightedly. He and Harry have come back to the graveyard, the place where they made a pact that have rocked the world and turned the tide.
"The place where our final battle will happen," said Harry hiding his face under a hood. "How long has it been?"
"Three years and a few months," Hans answered.
"What I'm going to do after all of this?" Harry asked, feeling relief after everything that has happen in the past years.
"Well what are we waiting for, let's get this place in shape before the Deatheaty comes," Hans yelled, fifty men behind him and Harry yelled along and they went on to work.
Whatever were they doing to the graveyard, they have a little respect to the occupants of the ground but they asked forgiveness after the work was done.
All Harry hope was that someone would come and watched him, either the dead or the living.
-4 days left-
At a secluded place in north of England, Voldermont stood on top of a cliff, watching the dark clouds gathering towards him. He was in deep denial about his nemesis existence. He had to meet his enemy in four days time. It was everything or nothing situation. One will win and the other will lose everything.
A woman came up behind him with dreaded concern and loyalty. She did not wan to lose him but fate messed around when you done something terrible. No one can escape from the wrath of doing evil deeds.
"Master, you need some rest if you are going to fight Potter," said Bellatrix.
"Potter," murmured Voldermont, he faced the old woman. "Potter does not exist," Voldermont scowled at the woman.
"But my lord, he kept destroying our lives, for the past weeks," she replied in a cold hindrance.
"Yes he did but where is he? The last time, was not even his body," said Voldermont.
"Not his body?" Bellatrix was puzzled.
"He's dead remember, Lestrange, he does not exist and he's dead," said Voldermont and turned around to look back at the dark skies now hovering above him.
-3 days left-
Hermione was sitting alone in her quarters in Hogwarts, reading her diary backed at 4th year. Every memory with his friend was treasured always. She put the diary besides the table and read another book. She was just about to open it when a door knock was heard.
"Who could that be?" she thought to herself. "Come in."
The door opened but Hermione did not look at the visitor, she just kept on reading the book. She did not know that they were two guests.
"Hermione, we need to talk," said the voice that belong to her other best friend, Ron.
"What is it? I'm tired right now," she said while still not looking at Ron.
"You're lying, if you're tired then why are you reading," Ron spat.
"Because it made me awake," she said coolly.
Ron gave up. "Look, I know that you're mad at Dumbledore because he didn't let you go to see Harry," said Ron.
"Honestly Ron," she put down the book and faced him. "Don't I know it already...... SIRIUS!"
Sirius Black, godfather to Harry Potter, leaning his back at the door. He has an amused face while looking at Hermione. Ron grinned excitedly at her because he had surprised her. Hermione rose from the chair and went to hugged Sirius tightly.
"It's been a long time," she said.
"Oh yes, indeed," said Sirius and they pulled away from each other. "I guess you're wondering why I'm here when I'm suppose to be at Scotland," he said and she nodded.
"We Marauders break rules easily and as a tradition, we're going to break another rule," he said with utmost nobleness.
"And what's that?" she asked but somehow she already knew what Sirius wanted to say.
"We're going to see my godson," he answered.
-2 days left-
Voldermont stood in the forest, an unknown location, still denying of Harry's existence. He faced his supporters which was less than hundred since a lot have left them and only the most loyal ones stood by him.
"My friends... we are embarking on a death journey to where Harry Potter lay... from this point on, he still does not show his cowardly face... that means he does not exist and he never even existed from the beginning... it's just a ploy to make us all afraid the light, the side of the weak... let's us now go to battle..."
The Deatheaters cheered vigorously, as Voldermont walked away followed by his supporters. He will face his death and destiny in two days time.
-A day left-
"Is everyone ready?" Hermione asked her notorious band of friends from her days at Hogwarts. Ron has asked some people if they wanted to join in, he did not use force because he does not want to and he did not have to. He only asked those who were somehow close to Harry Potter. Unexpectedly, a lot of people have joined in to see Harry Potter's revival. Ron only picked those who were only wanted to see Harry as he was, a friend.
Among them, were Ron's brothers the twins, Fred and George and his sister, Ginny. Ron and Harry's dormmates, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were eager to joined Hermione and Ron. Surprisingly Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Ernie MacMillian and Hannah Abbott joined too. Cedric could not forgive himself for letting Harry buried when they were the winners of the Triwizard Tournament; he will come to see Harry and stood with him as victors once again.
To complete the list were Sirius Black, who suggested the trip or so he called it, and Hagrid.
"Yes, let's go to see Harry," Ron shouted, only to get a hit on the head from Sirius.
"Be quiet you nitwit, people might hear us," Sirius scolded him, everybody laughed at Ron.
"Alright let's go to the graveyard," Hermione ordered and all of them followed her. "We're coming Harry, you're not alone anymore," she said to herself.
-two hours till showdown-
"Are we there yet?" Rom whined, they have been walking in the forest for the past four hours and Ron was the only one that was tired. Hermione frowned at him.
"Honestly, show some dignity," said Hermione, leading the group to the graveyard.
"Hermione," Cedric called her.
"Yes,"
"Deatheaters might be there, how are we going to fight them, they are a lot of them since Harry would be coming," Cedric notified and Hermione understood what he meant. Everyone looked worried about the Deatheaters except Sirius, Cedric and Hermione.
"Yeah, there might be hundreds of them, we just got twelve people against hundreds," Ron whined childishly.
"Don't worry, A'rry will protect us, I know he would, right Ermione," said Hagrid confidently.
"Yeah, and Harry got back ups for him," she said, and all of them felt a little relief. "Ah, we're here," she said happily. The same dark pitch themed graveyard never changed since Harry's burial. The only difference was there were fewer graves than before.
"After all this years it's still creepy," said Sirius, Hannah and Cho shuddered a bit from the eerie coldness of the place. They knew ghosts would not hurt anyone but they could not help but thinking how horrible it would be like.
"Ah! Finally a place to sit," said Ron happily, he sat on a rock that he thought looked like a seat. He sat down gleefully, panted from the long walk and even grinded his backside on the rock. The other looked at him stunned, agape and widened their eyes to Ron's horrible act. Fred and George were laughing looking at how stupid their brother was doing.
Ron noticed his twin brothers laughing and frowned at them. "What' wrong with you two? Haven't you two seen someone sitting?" Ron scowled.
The twins stopped laughing and ready to tell him something, "You bungling oaf, don't you realised where we are," said Fred.
"Yeah the graveyard so," said Ron.
"Isn't it obvious what are you sitting on," said George.
"A rock," said Ron confusingly.
"What a block-headed brother we have here, Fred?" said George mockingly.
"Yeah too bad he doesn't know," said Fred silkily.
"Know what?" said Ron angrily, feeling frustrated and confused. By this time Hermione was the one who was mad.
"Ron, you're sitting on a tombstone!" Hermione scolded, Ron realised his mistake and got off of the tombstone. Everyone rebuked at him on being disrespect to the dead.
"Sorry," he said, giving a weak smile to them.
Suddenly out of nowhere, a blond haired boy came out, showing off his smirk. "Well, well if isn't the Mudblood, Weasleys and their ugly friends coming for the reunion of their dear friend who doesn't even exist," said Draco.
"Malfoy," Ron scowled.
"It's been a long time, I'm beginning to miss you guys," said Draco mockingly, imitating a crying voice. He even jokingly rubbed his eyes.
"Why are you here?" Sirius asked intensely.
"On the contrary, why are you here?" he asked, showing again his smugly smirk.
"We asked you first, ferret" said Ron angrily; everyone was wondering if this was a trap.
"Very well, father would you please do the honours," sneered Draco coolly, his father came out of the darkness along with the rest of the Deatheaters.
"You did well my son," said Lucius complimenting his son. "For all of you muggle-lovers, surrender now or face the wrath of the Dark Lord," said Lucius malevolently, all the Deatheaters took out their wands and pointed at Hermione and her group. They retaliated by pointing back their wands.
"It's no use fighting back, you will all die if you fight," said Lucius, they realised their odds against the enemy but still would not surrender.
But Hermione was the first one to draw back her wand. Her friends were shocked to see her action.
"Are you crazy Hermione? They're going to kill us," Ron yelled.
"His right, we're going to see Harry even if it means we have to fight through this jerks," said Sirius worryingly.
"No," everyone looked at her, even the Deatheaters. "We're not going to fight, this is Harry's fight and we're only came to see him fighting and so do you people, you all came to see Voldermont fight Harry," she said ardently.
Miraculously, the Deatheaters drew back their wands and walked to one side of the graveyard. The others were shocked to see how Hermione worked things out her way.
"Wow, that's amazing Hermione," Ron praised her, she smiled sheepishly at them.
"Thanks,"
"You deserved to be with Harry," said Cho, Hermione was a bit jumpy and embarrassed of what she said.
"Yeah, we came ere to see A'rry and by god, we're going to see A'rry," said Hagrid with utmost spirit.
"Yes we do," said Hermione, Sirius looked at her with admiration and wondered how lucky his godson was going to be.
"Five minutes till seven days complete," Cedric pointed out, all of them kept a sharp eye looked out for Harry. The Deatheaters too did the same thing.
Hermione was anxious as time grew nearer and outcome Voldermont along with Bellatrix by his side. Hermione looked wryly and the enemy, Voldermont was calm and confident. None of them could put a finger to it.
Voldermont made his way towards the centre of the graveyard. He noticed the difference of the graveyard. Then, he saw Hermione and her friends and grew angrier.
"Kill them, spare no one" Voldermont shouted an order and all Deatheaters shot the Killing Curse at the group.
"No!" Ron yelled as hundred of green sparks flew towards them. One thing for sure, none of them would survive the attack.