An; I don't think I have much to say. Ummmmm.......... nope. Nothing to say
well, of course I could say that you reviewers are really cool and please
keep reviewing. I might write some more Harry, but they aren't gonna be
epic storieds like these two.
Chapter 22.
Godric's Hollow
Harry staggered in shock. The dreams he had had, the screams, the laughter, all had happened here. His parents had died here. He had been given his scar here. All the pain he had ever felt had originated on this spot. All their dreams and hopes had turned to nothing. He stared at the Dark Lord numbly until he remembered something else and smiled, shocking the elder man.
"But you were defeated her last time." He said in a low voice ignoring the pain in his scar, "that can't be a good omen."
"On the contrary Mr Potter, I have never been defeated in the same place twice."
Harry laughed, "what about the Death Eaters Hole? I got in and out twice."
"And they payed for it." His adversary stated, making Harry's blood freeze.
Voldemort appeared tired of talking, because the next instant he said "CRUCIO!!"
"Protego." Said Harry and the spell disappeared.
"Very good, Potter. But..."
The Dark Lord waved his wand. Wave of blue light shot out from it in a wave. Harry felt it slam into him and lift him off his feet. There was a millisecond of -nothing, just nothing- and then he hit the ground and heard something snap. His shoulder blade again. Before he could even take a breath he was being lifted into the air again.
"crucio!"
Harry writhed in pain In mid air, trying to breathe, waiting for it to stop. It didn't, and it seemed to go on and on and on. Then he was dropped again. He hit the ground and had enough sense left to role so as not to break his ankles. He fired of a spell at Voldemort, but didn't know what he said, just knew that it made the Dark Lord duck.
Birds tweeted cheerfully in the trees. Harry listened to them for a second. No matter what happened the cycle of nature would go on. It didn't matter to the birds and bee's that wizards and witches would die. He clambered painfully to his feet and the Dark Lord smiled, "this is going to be a good long fight Potter." He laughed, and Harry glanced at the house next to him. Then he yelled with all the anger he could, "AV-ADA KAD-A- VRA!!
The green jet very nearly hit Voldemort, who had to jump sideways. He stared at Harry in disbelief for a second. That was all Harry needed. He concentrated and for the second time, took over Voldemort. It hurt. He felt his scar reopen and blood begin to run down his face. Voldemort screamed. Harry withdrew and aimed his wand.
"EXPELIARMUS!!!" he yelled at the same moment that Voldemort yelled "CRUCIO!!"
The two spells collided and then something rather odd happened. Prior Incantum, with a twist is what Harry called it later. Their wands flew out of their hands and towards each other across the distance between the adversaries. Then they circled each other, their tips facing upwards in a ball of light. Harry and the Dark Lord could only watch in amazement bordering on fear as the light of their two spells lit up the hollow. The light grew and grew until they had to shield their eyes. The two wands rose higher into the air and there was a clap of thunder and both ducked instinctively. When they looked up again there was only one wand, longer and thinner than the two that had been there before, slowly spinning in a ball of golden light. It was floating abut three meters above the ruins of Harry's old house.
There was silence for a few seconds as both took in what this meant and then Voldemort smiled and said "it looks like I shall have to kill you with my bare hands then Potter. I shall enjoy it immensely."
In three lighting fast steps he was on Harry, swinging his fist. Harry, well used at having to duck Dudley's punches ducked and drove his two fists into Voldemort's stomach, who staggered back with an amazed 'oof'. Harry straightened and smiled grimly. The Dark Lord had obviously not been expecting this.
They traded blows, Harry ducking, dodging and trying to keep out of contact. It didn't work well. He was up against a man that obviously had some experience and all he was was a lanky teenager, not much more. Very soon he had a flattened nose and a glorious shiner. The Dark lord had a few cracked ribs from a well aimed kick and a small shiner himself. It wasn't the sort of fighting you see in movies. No, those people actually knew what they were doing. Harry and Voldemort simply tried their best to knock each other out.
Harry thumped the man with all his might and ran towards the wand, charging over the ruins of his old house. Perhaps the worst move he ever made. The Dark Lord tackled him from behind and Harry went down, smashing his face into a brick. He felt his jaw break and lost all breath as a burst of pain ran up the side of his face.
The Dark Lord jumped forwards. His anger made him powerful and Harry tried to duck but wasn't quick enough because of his shoulder and jaw. Voldemort's hands wrapped around his throat tighter and tighter. Harry tried to pry his hands away but nothing happened, Voldemort's anger gave him strength. Things began to blur. Harry's arms relaxed a little, his struggle began to lessen. Things began to go quiet, Voldemort's breathing and his own haggard gasps faded out and then- a sickenly loud crunch broke it. Suddenly Harry didn't feel any pain, but his eyes opened wide and-
*flashback*
Its wing caught him in the chest, flinging him backwards into the air off his broom.
"There's two of them?" Harry thought as he began to fall. Above him the Griffon wrapped its powerful claws around his Firebolt, there was a sickening crack and splinters flew.
*end flashback*
His Firebolt. One of only two things that Sirius had ever given him. The Griffon had taken it away, at Voldemort's order.
The anger burned. His scar grew white hot. The fire grew and Harry shoved the Dark Lord off him. He went flying, his face paling with horror. Harry wiped blood away from his mouth and nose and held up a hand. The wand came to him, still in its glowing ball of light. The instant he touched it-
The Dawn disappeared. Far away in the center of London screams arose from those still in the wet street where Harry and the Dark Lord had left them. Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Alastor Moody, Kingsley, Arthur Weasley, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Seamus, Dean, Colin, Dennis, Parvati, Padma and Lavender stopped and watched in indescribable horror as Darkness grew, sweeping over the light blue sky in a black wave. There was no moon, no stars. They looked at each other in unbelief. It couldn't be...
Krum stood alone, staring up at the sky. He was neither scared nor worried. Those that were underestimated Potter something dreadful. He would come through, having done what he was meant to. They had not seen him in the maze; they had not seen him under the water. He would be alright; all he had to do was use the human side of him...
Hagrid knew as soon as he saw the fading light that it would mean bad news. Either Harry was dead or dying. That wasn't good. Fang made a small murmur beside him. The dog had insisted on coming with him, and Hagrid, the lone guard at the ministry was glad for the company.
Fudge did not know what was happening. But he was scared, "find Dumbledore! Ask him what going on!!"
In his hospital room Neville, Alice, and Frank stopped talking and watched the darkness creep through the air, the silence in between them deafening. Alice hurriedly lit a lamp as the room went dark. They heard cries from the other patients as the darkness stole over Britain and further...
Tonks watched the darkening sky, knowing what was happening, powerless to do anything about it. She listened silently to the cries and mutterings of her fellow patients. Nurses hurried past, calming patients down. Please God...
Mrs. Arabella Figg called her cats in. they came willingly, not liking the anger in the air. She clutched her string bag as the darkness over took Surrey. Her kitchen went dark and she turned on the electric (ekletric!) lights and muttered, "This has something to do with the Potter boy. I know it."...
Molly was standing in the kitchen of the black residence watching the darkness when Percy entered. She turned to him, "I'm afraid they're all dead..." Percy smiled, "not that lot."
Petunia Dursley's pursed her lips. This was obviously something to do with their lot. Obviously something had happened; people were seeing giants and great big birds. It was on the news. Dudley cowed in his too-small chair and mumbled something about Dementor's. Vernon was pacing angrily, "I'll have his head, and I know this is his entire fault. They made quite a comical look, al in their pajamas. It was dawn after all.
Muggles that weren't usually up at that time of day stared out their windows in armament as night came again in a rush. Televisions blurred and made odd noises, radios simply stopped working. The looked at each other in bewilderment. What on earth was going on?
Witches and Wizards hiding from the sounds of fighting that had terrified everyone during the night came out on the street and stood next to muggles shoulder to shoulder watching this unearthly eclipse.
At Hogwarts Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were just coming round. The great Hall was empty and silent, save for Peeves cackling in a corridor not far away. The stared in amazement at the tiny amount of light the magical ceiling made. Something was very wrong. If this was the beginning of Voldemort's reign then he, Malfoy, wasn't so sure he wanted any part of it.
The Death Eaters watched with a growing amount of apprehension as the darkness grew. Where was their Lord? What was happening? Was it the Potter boy?
Fawkes watched his master from the top of a building. His master was worried. Fawkes knew why, the little phoenix had disappeared. And his master was worried that the little phoenix would not survive. Fawkes knew that his master would be happy if he helped the little lightning scared phoenix. He spread his wings and rose into the darkening sky and began his search for the little master/friend.
Astronauts, up in space watched as a black wave covered earth, thick as fog but somehow infinitely worse. They bounced around in their space ship, wondering aloud about what was going on.
"Houston, do you read me? I think we have a problem."
An; Houston, do you read me? He he he... I luv drawing out suspense. Perhaps I'll just leave it like this for the next few weeks...?
Chapter 22.
Godric's Hollow
Harry staggered in shock. The dreams he had had, the screams, the laughter, all had happened here. His parents had died here. He had been given his scar here. All the pain he had ever felt had originated on this spot. All their dreams and hopes had turned to nothing. He stared at the Dark Lord numbly until he remembered something else and smiled, shocking the elder man.
"But you were defeated her last time." He said in a low voice ignoring the pain in his scar, "that can't be a good omen."
"On the contrary Mr Potter, I have never been defeated in the same place twice."
Harry laughed, "what about the Death Eaters Hole? I got in and out twice."
"And they payed for it." His adversary stated, making Harry's blood freeze.
Voldemort appeared tired of talking, because the next instant he said "CRUCIO!!"
"Protego." Said Harry and the spell disappeared.
"Very good, Potter. But..."
The Dark Lord waved his wand. Wave of blue light shot out from it in a wave. Harry felt it slam into him and lift him off his feet. There was a millisecond of -nothing, just nothing- and then he hit the ground and heard something snap. His shoulder blade again. Before he could even take a breath he was being lifted into the air again.
"crucio!"
Harry writhed in pain In mid air, trying to breathe, waiting for it to stop. It didn't, and it seemed to go on and on and on. Then he was dropped again. He hit the ground and had enough sense left to role so as not to break his ankles. He fired of a spell at Voldemort, but didn't know what he said, just knew that it made the Dark Lord duck.
Birds tweeted cheerfully in the trees. Harry listened to them for a second. No matter what happened the cycle of nature would go on. It didn't matter to the birds and bee's that wizards and witches would die. He clambered painfully to his feet and the Dark Lord smiled, "this is going to be a good long fight Potter." He laughed, and Harry glanced at the house next to him. Then he yelled with all the anger he could, "AV-ADA KAD-A- VRA!!
The green jet very nearly hit Voldemort, who had to jump sideways. He stared at Harry in disbelief for a second. That was all Harry needed. He concentrated and for the second time, took over Voldemort. It hurt. He felt his scar reopen and blood begin to run down his face. Voldemort screamed. Harry withdrew and aimed his wand.
"EXPELIARMUS!!!" he yelled at the same moment that Voldemort yelled "CRUCIO!!"
The two spells collided and then something rather odd happened. Prior Incantum, with a twist is what Harry called it later. Their wands flew out of their hands and towards each other across the distance between the adversaries. Then they circled each other, their tips facing upwards in a ball of light. Harry and the Dark Lord could only watch in amazement bordering on fear as the light of their two spells lit up the hollow. The light grew and grew until they had to shield their eyes. The two wands rose higher into the air and there was a clap of thunder and both ducked instinctively. When they looked up again there was only one wand, longer and thinner than the two that had been there before, slowly spinning in a ball of golden light. It was floating abut three meters above the ruins of Harry's old house.
There was silence for a few seconds as both took in what this meant and then Voldemort smiled and said "it looks like I shall have to kill you with my bare hands then Potter. I shall enjoy it immensely."
In three lighting fast steps he was on Harry, swinging his fist. Harry, well used at having to duck Dudley's punches ducked and drove his two fists into Voldemort's stomach, who staggered back with an amazed 'oof'. Harry straightened and smiled grimly. The Dark Lord had obviously not been expecting this.
They traded blows, Harry ducking, dodging and trying to keep out of contact. It didn't work well. He was up against a man that obviously had some experience and all he was was a lanky teenager, not much more. Very soon he had a flattened nose and a glorious shiner. The Dark lord had a few cracked ribs from a well aimed kick and a small shiner himself. It wasn't the sort of fighting you see in movies. No, those people actually knew what they were doing. Harry and Voldemort simply tried their best to knock each other out.
Harry thumped the man with all his might and ran towards the wand, charging over the ruins of his old house. Perhaps the worst move he ever made. The Dark Lord tackled him from behind and Harry went down, smashing his face into a brick. He felt his jaw break and lost all breath as a burst of pain ran up the side of his face.
The Dark Lord jumped forwards. His anger made him powerful and Harry tried to duck but wasn't quick enough because of his shoulder and jaw. Voldemort's hands wrapped around his throat tighter and tighter. Harry tried to pry his hands away but nothing happened, Voldemort's anger gave him strength. Things began to blur. Harry's arms relaxed a little, his struggle began to lessen. Things began to go quiet, Voldemort's breathing and his own haggard gasps faded out and then- a sickenly loud crunch broke it. Suddenly Harry didn't feel any pain, but his eyes opened wide and-
*flashback*
Its wing caught him in the chest, flinging him backwards into the air off his broom.
"There's two of them?" Harry thought as he began to fall. Above him the Griffon wrapped its powerful claws around his Firebolt, there was a sickening crack and splinters flew.
*end flashback*
His Firebolt. One of only two things that Sirius had ever given him. The Griffon had taken it away, at Voldemort's order.
The anger burned. His scar grew white hot. The fire grew and Harry shoved the Dark Lord off him. He went flying, his face paling with horror. Harry wiped blood away from his mouth and nose and held up a hand. The wand came to him, still in its glowing ball of light. The instant he touched it-
The Dawn disappeared. Far away in the center of London screams arose from those still in the wet street where Harry and the Dark Lord had left them. Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Alastor Moody, Kingsley, Arthur Weasley, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Seamus, Dean, Colin, Dennis, Parvati, Padma and Lavender stopped and watched in indescribable horror as Darkness grew, sweeping over the light blue sky in a black wave. There was no moon, no stars. They looked at each other in unbelief. It couldn't be...
Krum stood alone, staring up at the sky. He was neither scared nor worried. Those that were underestimated Potter something dreadful. He would come through, having done what he was meant to. They had not seen him in the maze; they had not seen him under the water. He would be alright; all he had to do was use the human side of him...
Hagrid knew as soon as he saw the fading light that it would mean bad news. Either Harry was dead or dying. That wasn't good. Fang made a small murmur beside him. The dog had insisted on coming with him, and Hagrid, the lone guard at the ministry was glad for the company.
Fudge did not know what was happening. But he was scared, "find Dumbledore! Ask him what going on!!"
In his hospital room Neville, Alice, and Frank stopped talking and watched the darkness creep through the air, the silence in between them deafening. Alice hurriedly lit a lamp as the room went dark. They heard cries from the other patients as the darkness stole over Britain and further...
Tonks watched the darkening sky, knowing what was happening, powerless to do anything about it. She listened silently to the cries and mutterings of her fellow patients. Nurses hurried past, calming patients down. Please God...
Mrs. Arabella Figg called her cats in. they came willingly, not liking the anger in the air. She clutched her string bag as the darkness over took Surrey. Her kitchen went dark and she turned on the electric (ekletric!) lights and muttered, "This has something to do with the Potter boy. I know it."...
Molly was standing in the kitchen of the black residence watching the darkness when Percy entered. She turned to him, "I'm afraid they're all dead..." Percy smiled, "not that lot."
Petunia Dursley's pursed her lips. This was obviously something to do with their lot. Obviously something had happened; people were seeing giants and great big birds. It was on the news. Dudley cowed in his too-small chair and mumbled something about Dementor's. Vernon was pacing angrily, "I'll have his head, and I know this is his entire fault. They made quite a comical look, al in their pajamas. It was dawn after all.
Muggles that weren't usually up at that time of day stared out their windows in armament as night came again in a rush. Televisions blurred and made odd noises, radios simply stopped working. The looked at each other in bewilderment. What on earth was going on?
Witches and Wizards hiding from the sounds of fighting that had terrified everyone during the night came out on the street and stood next to muggles shoulder to shoulder watching this unearthly eclipse.
At Hogwarts Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were just coming round. The great Hall was empty and silent, save for Peeves cackling in a corridor not far away. The stared in amazement at the tiny amount of light the magical ceiling made. Something was very wrong. If this was the beginning of Voldemort's reign then he, Malfoy, wasn't so sure he wanted any part of it.
The Death Eaters watched with a growing amount of apprehension as the darkness grew. Where was their Lord? What was happening? Was it the Potter boy?
Fawkes watched his master from the top of a building. His master was worried. Fawkes knew why, the little phoenix had disappeared. And his master was worried that the little phoenix would not survive. Fawkes knew that his master would be happy if he helped the little lightning scared phoenix. He spread his wings and rose into the darkening sky and began his search for the little master/friend.
Astronauts, up in space watched as a black wave covered earth, thick as fog but somehow infinitely worse. They bounced around in their space ship, wondering aloud about what was going on.
"Houston, do you read me? I think we have a problem."
An; Houston, do you read me? He he he... I luv drawing out suspense. Perhaps I'll just leave it like this for the next few weeks...?