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Chapter 6
"You..." Harry said to Bellatrix, in total hatred and disgust.
"Yes, Potter...me." She answered with a sneer.
Harry's eyes never looked away from Bellatrix's face, as he glared at her with
raging fury. This woman…he wanted to kill her so badly. He wanted to use the
same exact spell that she used on Sirius that ended his life. He wanted to see
the shock and pain on her face the way he saw it on Sirius' face when he fell
back into the black veil. His fist shook with fury as he gripped his wand
tighter and tighter. He hated her. He hated her for what she did to him. He
hated her for taking away his only living relative- a man he loved quite
dearly- and destroying his life forever. Right in front of his eyes he killed
him... right in front!
"Go to hell." Harry said through gritted teeth, as if sour vinegar could be
tasted in his mouth.
"Whoa, there, Potter... I thought you would be at least a little happy to see
me..." Bellatrix answered Harry slyly.
"I..." Harry said, his voice trailing off as if unsure what to say.
"You what?" Bellatrix asked with an evil smile, interrupting him. "You're going
to kill me just like I killed your precious, precious godfather?"
Harry, every inch of his body fuming, raised his wand, ready to strike. "DO IT,
POTTER!" Bellatrix screamed out. She whipped up her wand to her face. Ginny and
Ron jolted from the instant outburst as Harry's scar began to tingle and burn.
"DO IT, AND I SWEAR, I'LL THROW A COUNTER CURSE RIGHT BACK, SO FAST, THAT I'LL
FINISH THE JOB THAT THE DARK LORD ATTEMPTED TO DO WHEN YOU WERE A BABY!"
Snap! Harry heard the loud crack of a person apparating, and saw right next to
him, the great Professor Albus Dumbledore. Harry looked up in awe, seeing the
great wizard that he adored so much. He looked like the same person Harry saw
last summer, the same white beard and kind twinkling blue eyes, just a little
older and more tired. Then, he glanced at Dumbledore's eyes, and saw for the
first time, a sign of hatred in them. Dumbledore was staring right at
Bellatrix, eyes burning with rage and disgust. Harry looked back at Bellatrix,
and continued to give her the same evil glare that he had only been giving her
a few moments ago, his scar's burning starting to increase.
"I suggest you leave, Bellatrix..." Dumbledore said quietly, but the anger in
her voice was clearly heard.
"Oh, Albus. . . pleasure to be seeing you again." Bellatrix said sourly, ignoring
his comment.
"Leave... now..." Dumbledore said, calmly, but through gritted teeth.
"Or what, you fool? You'll protect him again?" Bellatrix asked, pointing to
Harry. "You know, you can't protect him forever! There are new things to come,
Albus. New things, just you wait! And even you won't be able to protect little
itty-bitty Potter anymore. The Dark Lord will be coming, Albus. You wait… and
then your precious little Potter won't be able to survive much longer!"
Bellatrix screamed, saying Harry's last name in total disgust every second she
mentioned it, Harry's scar still burning even more.
"THAT BITCH!" a boy's voice was heard from behind the lot standing there.
Bellatrix's eyes traveled from Harry and Dumbledore, and began to stare at
someone behind them. Dumbledore and Harry also turned and looked behind him, as
all the rest began to follow their gaze as well. Beginning to run were two
people, both concealing their faces with a hood, and one shorter than the
other. Professor Snape, his looks the same as last time Harry saw him, with his
greasy hair and constant frown on his face, was trying to push the two back as
they pushed against him toward where Bellatrix stood.
"SHE WORKS FOR VOLDEMORT…I'LL KILL HER!" the other person, a girl, screamed.
Ron shuddered at the name of the Dark Lord, as Harry heard Bellatrix gasp.
"So, Dumbledore…I see you're building some sort of army... your very students
trying to get me. Who does that girl think she is, saying the Dark Lord's
name?" Bellatrix asked nastily. But Dumbledore couldn't answer her, as he had
only a slight idea of who the two were. He turned back to watch the commotion,
as well as the others.
"MOVE!" the boy screamed at Professor Snape, trying to push him out of the way.
"I'll say it again, young man! If you do not return back to your respected
boxcar, you'll be asked not to return to Hogwarts!" Professor Snape yelled.
"RETURN?!" The boy said daringly, and laughed. "I HAVEN'T EVEN STEPPED FOOT IN
THAT PLACE YET! NOW, MOVE!" The boy screamed. And with that, he pulled his arm
back and punched Professor Snape in the face. Professor Snape went down,
clutching his face in pain. Harry heard Professor Dumbledore gasp and Ginny
whisper quietly, "Merlin's beard..." as a site barely seen had just occurred. The
two jumped over the sprawled professor, and ran toward Bellatrix.
"Well, off I go..." Bellatrix said, and instantly apparated. Harry's burning
sensation in his scar began to lift.
The two started to slow down; breathing heavily, and finally came to a stop.
They were only a few feet from where Bellatrix had stood before. "DAMMIT!" The
boy screamed. He threw down his wand as the girl brought her hands to her head
and pulled her hair. Professor Snape, who had finally recovered from the blow,
ran over to the two and placed a hand on their shoulders. However, the boy and
girl shoved his hands off, turned, and began to jog back to their boxcar.
Waiting there for them was a third person, their face shadowed by a hood as
well. The person held up their arms, showing that they wanted to know what was
going on. The boy and girl walked right past the person, and the person,
holding their head in defeat, turned and followed them into the boxcar.
Harry took his gaze away from the three that just walked into the third boxcar,
and turned to look at Professor Dumbledore. Harry saw Dumbledore looking at him
intently. Then, as soon as their eyes met, the Professor looked away and began
to gaze at the rest that was with Harry.
"Is everyone all right?" Professor Dumbledore asked quietly. Everyone who was
conscious nodded.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir!" Harry heard a voice. Harry turned around to see
the Hogwarts school nurse, Madame Pomfrey, start to run toward them. "Do you
need any assistance here?" She asked as she reached them.
"Yes, I do. Please, take Miss Granger to a cot in the last boxcar, with the
other students that are there. When we arrive back at the school, can you
please create a potion to revive her to consciousness?" Professor Dumbledore
asked.
"Absolutely, sir." Madame Pomfrey bowed. She took out her wand, saying,
"Mobilicorpus!" Soon, Hermione's unconscious, limp body began to slowly float
in the air, and fly toward Madame Pomfrey. As Hermione flew past the nurse, the
nurse turned on her heel and followed her to the train. The others also
followed, leaving Harry and Professor Dumbledore standing, staring over the
ledge. Harry and Professor Dumbledore didn't speak. They stood there, just
staring. Finally, it was Harry that decided to break the silence.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir?" Harry asked.
"Are you hurt, Harry?" The Professor asked, not allowing Harry to continue with
his question.
"No, no, I'm fine." Harry said, dismissing the question. "Professor..." Harry
started again.
"Yes, Harry?" Professor Dumbledore asked, taking his eyes away from the ledge's
horizon and looked at Harry.
"Is what Bellatrix said true? Is Lord Voldemort really coming to kill me?"
Harry asked quietly.
"Well, Harry..." Professor Dumbledore trailed off.
"Right... when isn't he?" Harry said sourly, making a cruel joke.
"That's not what I meant." Professor Dumbledore shook his head. Harry turned to
the Professor to see that he was looking rather upset. "Harry… there were
sources revealed to the Order over the summer. It seems that Lord Voldemort is,
in fact, forming some sort of plan to get you trapped alone… somewhere where no
one will be able to protect you. There, he will make the prophecy you found in
the Ministry of Magic come true by fighting you until either you or him dies. And,
believe me Harry, he has no intention of dying..."
Harry's mouth turned dry. He couldn't believe it. Lord Voldemort, trying to
trap him? Trying to make the prophecy true by fighting him? No, it couldn't
happen. He was only starting his sixth year... only sixteen years of age.
"Professor..." Harry started, fear in his eyes.
"But don't worry, Harry. We'll be taking extreme measures to make sure your
safe, and you yourself must act with extreme caution in all actions you
perform." Professor Dumbledore said kindly, his eyes twinkling.
"Yes, Professor." Harry said, with a slight smile. And with that, Harry and
Professor Dumbledore turned around and headed to the emergency Hogwarts train,
hearing the engine start to whistle as it began getting ready to go back to the
school.