Chapter 22
Possessed
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, anything else I've mentioned and Nintendo's Princess Peach (yeah, it's a part of the chapter.).
Author's Note: Hey people! Glad you could up to this chapter. So, recap? Well, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff played against each other at Quidditch to win the Cup, and Gryffindor won. Hey, that was an easy summary! It's usually longer. Anyway, I'm glad you're reading this chapter because it's probably my favourite. It's the climax, the big going -into-the-final-chamber-to-get-the-Philosopher's Stone, meeting-Tom-Riddle, finding-out-about-Sirius-Black and going-to-the-Ministry chapter!!! SO READ ON AND REVIEW!!!!
It was the week before the exams, and all the 6th year students were studying like mad. Of course, their exams wouldn't be as bad as their O.W.L.'s, or the actual NEWTs, which the 7th years had. Harry glared at the 7th years when he was in the library or the common room. They were all so tense and study-crazed (they reminded Harry a lot like Hermione). Hermione was just as study-crazed as the 7th years, even though the 6th years' exams wouldn't be as bad as the final NEWTs. Ron was trying to study as much as he could, and Joy studied a lot too, but even if she was just as smart as Hermione, she didn't study as much as the others.
"I know this stuff like the back of my hand!" stated Joy. "I've reviewed my notes since the beginning of school, and believe me, it really helps. I'm surprised Hermione doesn't know that trick."
Harry tried to study a lot as well, but only a fair amount of reviewing. It was hard for Harry to study though. He couldn't stop thinking about the Gryffindor Quidditch team's wonderful win for the Cup. Instead of dreaming of his parents', Cedric's or Sirius' death at night, he dreamt about the Quidditch game. Unfortunately, the closer the exams got, the more dreams he had of the exams than of the Quidditch dreams.
Harry and his friends were studying in the library one day with their notes out and their books piled up in stacks to be reviewed. Hermione was reading three books at a time, Ron's face was planted onto all his notes which he read closely, and Joy read her Divination notes attentively, while Harry was memorizing the last three potions he had to study for until the exams. Summer had come and the library's books seemed to be baking. Most of the students had unbuttoned their robes and pulled up their sleeves, but Joy didn't.
"Why aren't you rolling up your sleeves?" asked Ron. "It's boiling in here!"
"I... I just don't want to."
"Joy, you're still thinking about what Glory said?"
"She was right, I shouldn't show that much."
A few minutes before, Harry saw Glory studying with her friends (they were out of the hospital wing now, and were very eager to study for the exams) and Glory looked so tense that she quickly ran out of the room to vomit. Her friends tried to go with her, but she wanted to be left alone. Her four friends kept on studying their large piles of notes and books, and occasionally waved at Harry and his friends.
"I'm glad that the four Ravenclaw girls are back from the hospital wing," said Harry.
"Me too," said Ron, before he started to hum to himself the lyrics to 'Weasley is Our King. "Weasley is our King, Weasley is our King... I didn't let the Quaffle in... Weasley is our Ki-"
"Would you stop singing that?" whispered Hermione harshly. "I'm trying to study!"
"I can't help it," sighed Ron. "It's in my head all the time."
"Try and think of a different song," suggested Joy. "Something that might help you study- OW!!!"
Joy suddenly clutched her arm in pain.
"Are you all right?" asked Ron quickly.
"I- I have to go," she said painfully. "I have to go to the hospital wing now."
Leaving her books and notes, she walked quickly out of the library.
"This is the 5th time this has happened," whispered Harry.
"I know," said Ron. "I want to help her but- "
"Would you stop talking?" whispered Hermione roughly. "I'm trying to study here! Seriously, if I don't get Outstanding in all my subjects, I'm going to blame you two!"
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The week of the exams had finally come, and Harry studied every free second he had. Surprisingly, the exams weren't as hard as they thought they would be. They were a lot easier than the OWLs, Harry had found out. The Potions exam was a bit harder than the others though, since Professor Snape was hovering above Harry's shoulder the entire time to see if he would make a mistake. Even so, Harry completed his potion that he was requested to do and did his written exam successfully. He was completely ready for his next exam: the Defence Against the Dark Arts practical examination.
Professor Luigi had promised the students in the beginning of the year that they wouldn't have any assignments where they would have to save a damsel in distress, but their practical examination did. Professor Luigi's practical examination was a little bit like Professor Lupin's obstacle course and the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It was a course that had dragons, Dementors and things they had learned about that year which they had to battle, and at the end was a large hologram of a Hungarian Horntail (which didn't at all seem like a hologram).
Up in a pole stood a blonde damsel in distress which looked a lot like Princess Peach from the Nintendo games. Harry went through the exam successfully and had obviously gotten an 'Outstanding' for the class. He heroically rescued the woman and untied her from the pole. She smiled at him gently and glared at his scar.
"My, you're Harry Potter!" the woman remarked. "Professor Luigi has told me all about you!"
"Really? That's great. Are you Princess Peach?"
"No, my name is just Peach. 'Princess Peach' is just a nickname my friends call me."
"Interesting," said Harry, as he lowered her down to the ground. Professor Luigi proudly clapped at his triumph.
"Wonderful! You are absolutely fantastic in the Defence Against the Dark Arts. Are you going to become an Auror?"
"Yes, in fact I will."
"Magnificent! I'll be sure to get you a good spot in the business when you finish school."
Harry smiled at the comment and went to join his friends.
Friday came quicker than they had expected, and everyone was happy the exams were over. Harry and his friends, though, were not celebrating. They were talking about Malfoy, Lord Voldemort and all their plans.
"This is what we've known from the start," said Hermione. "Glory had a vision of what would happen a few months from then about Lord Voldemort's surprise attack. She rushed to the Headmaster of Nero Gatto Academy and brought Joy down to talk about it. They discussed everything and got ready for war. When Lord Voldemort apparated in Italy, they were ready. They fought victoriously and won."
"My scar burned a few times in the summer," said Harry. "The first time was when I was at the Dursleys. My scar burnt so badly that I collapsed. I saw everyone from Hogwarts parading down Privet Drive. I found out later from Joy that Lord Voldemort collapsed that day."
"To continue," said Hermione. "Lord Voldemort was defeated when Joy tried to battle him and Glory went behind him and slashed his head off."
"I had a burning scar too at that moment," interrupted Harry.
"We found out that smoke was rising from his body," said Ron. "Possibly, his spirit came out of him, and he contacted the Malfoys somehow. A day later, Joy was attacked by Voldemort's snake which was later killed. When Glory and Joy went to school, Malfoy flirted with Glory, which to me is pretty much disgusting, and they became girlfriend and boyfriend later on."
"Malfoy is trying to bring back Lord Voldemort with Glory's powers," said Harry. "A hypnotist was kidnapped the first night at Hogwarts, and we think that in the night, Lucius and some of his accomplices brought the hypnotist with Draco's help to hypnotize Glory."
"At our birthday," continued Joy, "we were attacked by the Death Eaters. It was to injure all the Ministers for Magic because they were deciding to take away the Monarchy, which would ruin their plans."
"When the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams played each other, Malfoy tried to get the players to attack me with the Bludgers," said Harry. "He tried to destroy me or hurt me in a way. He was so angry that he didn't succeed and that Slytherin was disqualified that he set the Quidditch pitch on fire."
"Near Christmas, the business man in Chile and his Luxark Diamond were kidnapped and stolen," said Hermione. "Obviously, the business was a very powerful man, and they probably stole the Luxark Diamond to bring back his faithful serpent."
"Also at Christmas, my father had sent a letter to my sister to talk about her boyfriend Malfoy," said Joy. "He didn't approve of them dating. On Christmas morning, my father was attacked..."
"Don't worry," said Ron as he patted her on the back. "He's all right now."
"When we crashed into the Forbidden Forest," said Harry, "we found out there was a meeting in the forest, which confirmed more about their plans. We also went into Draco's dreams and confirmed he was in all these plans."
"Cho was also attacked," said Ron. "She didn't like the idea of a monarchy and was considered a threat to Lord Voldemort. We found out that Malfoy had done it. He probably hypnotized Glory into giving him some of her power, which can be done by Magic Monarchs. After he visited the Quidditch pitch, he went to attack Cho. We're really sorry about that Harry... really..."
"It wasn't your fault," sighed Harry.
"To continue," said Hermione. "We found out more information to confirm their schemes and we found out that Malfoy and his father created a plan to destroy Dumbledore, because as most people know, he's one of his most dreaded enemies. We told Dumbledore about it, but the attack was still on. Many Death Eaters tried to attack him and were sent to Azkaban."
"Glory's friends found out all the secrets concerning Malfoy, Glory and Lord Voldemort," said Joy. "They tried to have a meeting with all of you, but they were attacked and their memories of what had happened and what they knew had been forgotten. Someone from the dark side found out that they knew about their plans."
"Harry tried to tell Glory about everything, but Malfoy told her instead," said Ron. "She screamed and rushed out of the room, crying."
"Afterwards, we found out about the Potion of the Undead," said Harry. "It's a potion of the Dark Arts which is a sister potion to the Potion of Bone, Flesh and Blood. It was created by Glory, and is supposed to restore someone from the dead, or even a spirit or energy. It was used with Glory's glove covered in Lord Voldemort's blood and a few of his belongings that Lucius Malfoy had. They had already used it: a quarter of the potion was gone."
"A quarter?" questioned Joy. "I thought it was one third!"
"Why would you think that?" asked Ron.
"I checked the Potion of the Undead when I visited Glory yesterday," said Joy. "There was a third of it gone."
"That means they've used more of it," said Hermione. "The spirit of Lord Voldemort is getting stronger as we speak!"
"Do you think we should do something?" asked Ron.
"Of course we should!" said Joy, getting up from her seat. "We should go and tell Glory. I know you tried to tell Glory before, but I think we should try and tell her. Don't you see how awful they're treating her? They're abusing her!"
"How do we tell her?" asked Harry.
"We'll go to her rooms. I know she's there and she doesn't have any visitors. We need to tell her! Let's go."
Feeling a bit shocked that they were suddenly doing this, the three of them stood up and followed Joy to the Ravenclaw common room. After many curious corridors, they found themselves at the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw.
"You're not Ravenclaws," remarked the figure of Rowena Ravenclaw.
"We aren't," admitted Joy. "We're Gryffindors, and we're here on urgent business to meet Glory."
"Do you have the password?" asked Rowena Ravenclaw.
"Only the wisest," she stated.
"You may enter," she said, as the entrance opened to them. They didn't even bother to look at the room or the Ravenclaws staring curiously at them.
They headed quickly to the giant door. Joy pulled out a large, oddly-shaped key from her robes and thrust it into the key hole. As she opened the door, another door with a little speaker was revealed behind it.
"State the password, please!" said a voice from the speaker.
"Are any of you going to tell the password?" asked Joy.
"Of course not!" chimed the three of them.
"Good. Besides, it's really long. It's a poem she composed about the war."
"Password please?" repeated the little voice.
"Her Royal Highness Princess Glorificous Elizabeth Tatiana Victoria Nefertiti," said Joy. "Chronicles of the War of the Dark Lord and Royals:
'As Her Royal Highness sat in class at the Academy
learning of pesky gnome-hexing,
she predicted of an attack to be,
a prediction to make one trembling.
The Dark Lord would apparate in the royal land
to make an attack on the Royals.
He would attack with his Death Eater-band
and destroy above all morals.
Knowing of these curious sights,
she went to the Headmaster.
Glory told him the visions with of horrifying frights
and he called her sister and Ministry later.
A great vision seen by the Royal.
They hurried to create an army,
that would outshine the Dark One.
But only at the battle would they see
which powerful army will have won.
They battled and strategized on and on,
with worry in their leaders.
'At the end, would they be gone?'
was what were their fears.
On the day of July was the day,
they would confront the army of the Evil One.
They soon kissed their anxiety away
for this battle had now begun.
The only ones who would win were those who were loyal.
A bloody battle was furiously fought,
as many were injured and few died.
The fury of both armies was burning hot,
and the world worried and sighed.
By the end of the horrible war
our side was wonderfully winning,
and even if our soldiers were cold and soar
we knew there would be a victorious ending.
As the last minutes dawned, both leaders were face-to face with the Dark Lord,
the more they battled, the more of each other they hated.
while Princess Joy duelled, Princess Glory swung her mighty sword
and Lord Voldemort, the evil wizard, was decapitated.
Blood splattered onto the soil.
As the new day came without fear,
the wizarding world celebrated all around.
But we all wept for those we were dear
for we lost courageous soldiers who went down.
No longer will anyone fear of those things Dark,
no longer will we see the horrible Dark Mark,
no longer will either of us lose a loved one,
for Lord Voldemort and his evil work is done.'
"You may enter," said the little voice in the speaker.
"That was a wonderful poem," said Harry. "It was very touching."
"I could never make something up like that!" said Ron. "The closest I could get to something like that is, 'I'm a poet and I didn't even know it'."
"Glory's multi-talented," stated Hermione. "I can't believe you're still surprised at things like that."
"I can make really great poems too, you know!" said Joy in an envious tone. "I have some award-winning poems. It's just that mine aren't so deep and serious. I create love poems and poems of nature."
Suddenly, the next door unlocked and opened itself to another door, which was a large, steel door with a small voice-screen with buttons at its right side. Joy pulled out a card from her robes and slid it into the slot.
"Please give us your hand-print and eye examination to enter," stated the female voice from the screen. From the wall appeared a neon-green hand scan and a small black ball.
"This is so uncomfortable!" said Joy, as she put her hand onto the screen and one of her eyes into the little ball. There was a small beep! from the screen.
"The scan has been accepted. You may enter the room of Princess Glory."
The large, metal door opened and all four of them entered the nicely decorated room.
"How many doors do you need to get into a place like this?!" questioned Ron. "Seriously, you don't see any of us, nor Professor Dumbledore with security like that."
"Ron, the Magic Monarchs are very important and powerful people," stated Hermione. "Anyone would like to get into their rooms. They need special entrances to make sure that they are safe."
"But why couldn't we just use the telecom?"
"You can only use that if you have appointments," said Joy. "Besides, it's cleaning hour so the house-elves are busy cleaning and can't answer the telecom."
At the corner of his eye, Harry saw a chubby house-elf dusting a vase and then scurrying up the spiral staircase.
"Let's hurry up," said Joy, as she lead them into the door in the middle.
Behind the door was a very ancient staircase that spiralled very deep into the ground. There were very few torches in the staircase, so the way down there was very dark.
They finally found themselves in a very small stone room, with a massive, rusty-old door with giant hinges that secured the door very well.
"Is this where Glory is?" asked Harry, looking around the door.
"Of course!" said Joy. "Do you think I would come all the way down here for nothing?"
Ron tried opening the door, but it was perfectly closed.
"Do we need another password for this?" asked Ron.
"Unfortunately yes," answered Joy. She laid her hand onto the door knob. "It is thy Master's wish to come here, for it was his instructing command to meet him and serve him."
The door slowly opened ajar, as Joy grabbed the knob and opened it. Harry was a bit confused at the password. What kind of password was that? thought Harry. Was that an old password, or did Glory really make it up?
"That was an old password, right?" asked Harry to Joy.
"Yeah, that's it," answered Joy. "It's an old password."
She led them into a giant chamber that looked more like a pit of darkness than a room. Harry, trying to find some of the faint outlines of the room, could see that it was at least half as big as the Chamber of Secrets (not including all the tunnels). A few large torches quickly ignited, showing Draco Malfoy and Professor Luigi, staring and grinning at them, who were at both sides of a large chair in which a dark hooded figure lay sitting on it.
The scene looked so much like the room they were led to in Malfoy's dream and the one they saw when they found out about Professor Dumbledore's attack. The dark shadow was there, and so was Malfoy, but why was Professor Luigi there, and why was this in Glory's rooms? Thinking about the comparison of the three situations, Harry realized that the large shadow before them could be Lord Voldemort. Harry, Ron and Hermione took a few steps back in freezing fear, while Joy remained very calm.
"I have been expecting you four for quite a while," said the voice that seemed so familiar, although Harry couldn't pinpoint that the voice belonged to Lord Voldemort, nor if it was male or female. Scared and anxious, Harry questioned the shadow.
"Who are you?" asked Harry. "Show yourself!"
"As you wish," said the sly voice, as a sudden spotlight shown in front of the elevated chair. The dark shadow came closer to the light and revealed that it was... Glory. A sigh of relief came out of Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Hello, Glory!" said Harry cheerfully, taking a deep breath. "Sorry we looked so scared."
"We thought you were someone else," explained Hermione, who was also trying to catch her breath.
"Really?" said Glory lightly with a gentle, yet suspicious grin. "Who did you think I was?"
"It has something to do about what we want to tell you," said Ron "Could you maybe tell Malfoy and Professor Luigi to leave so we can talk to you?"
"Don't worry, they know all about what you want to say to me."
"They do?" questioned Harry. "How could they? You don't even know what we're going to tell you."
"You think so?" questioned Glory. "You don't think that I know you're going to tell me about that Malfoy-Glory-Voldemort plan?"
"So you know?" asked Hermione. "You're going to do something about it?"
"What do you mean by 'do something about it'?"
"You're going to try and stop it, of course!" said Ron.
"Why would I do that?" questioned Glory.
"Glory, don't you understand?" asked Harry. "They're abusing you! Malfoy-" he said, pointing to him, "- and Lord Voldemort are trying to use you to get Voldemort back to power!"
"I don't even think you know who I am still," chuckled Glory.
"Of course we do," said Ron in a suspicious tone of voice. "You're... Glory."
"Am I?"
"Glory, please don't play tricks with us!" pleaded Hermione, looking so scared. "It's not funny!"
"I'm not playing tricks," said Glory. "You still think I'm Glory?"
"Who else would you be?" questioned Ron. "Aren't you Glory?"
"Yes and no," she responded. "You were a bit closer at your first guess."
"Our first guess was that you were Lord Voldemort," responded Harry. "Of course, that's not true."
"You don't think it's true?" questioned Glory.
"Of course not!" said Harry, trembling in nervousness. "You're Glory!"
"I told you before, you were only half right."
"Then who are you?!" shouted Harry, with a shiver going down his spine.
"Don't you see?" questioned Glory, leaning closer to them. "I am Lord Voldemort!"
"No, you can't! You just can't!"
"After your experiences with Professor Quirrell, I'd think you'd understand this, Harry Potter!" it said. "Let me make it easier for you..."
Suddenly, something absolutely frightening happened to Glory. Her once delicate and elegant hands turned into pale and clammy skinny palms, and her face became white as bone, and a few of her features disappeared. Her eyes became blood-red and cat-shaped, with the faint outline of stars still in her eyes, and her nose formed until it looked snake-like. She resembled... Lord Voldemort.
"Please tell me you're just changing your appearance," trembled Ron, who was slowly backing away into the wall. "Please tell me you're not really..."
"Yes, I am really," said Lord Voldemort in a high-pitched voice. All three of them backed into the wall behind them. Both of Harry's friends were trembling with fear and were starting to cry. Harry suddenly felt cold, as if a Dementor was approaching him. "Let me show you a bit of the room."
He snapped his bony fingers and all the torches lit up. Harry, trying to clutch Ron or Hermione's hand (he was in the middle), looked at the lit-up room. It was all limestone, and it was fantastically carved with shapes of Glory's and Lord Voldemort's heads and figures. At every corner, there was a carving of both of them back-to-back with very evil looks. The carvings on the other sides of the room had carvings of scenes, such as Lord Voldemort surrounded by his Death Eaters who were kneeling down to him. Harry looked up on the ceiling, to see the engraving of the Dark Mark, although it wasn't what it used to look like. The skull with the serpent-tongue was slightly different, for the skull had glowing-red eyes with the shape of stars in them, and a large crown above the skull.
"Do you like the new Dark Mark?" questioned Lord Voldemort with an evil chuckle. "I modified it to use in 2 years..."
"I-I- I d-don't get it," stuttered Harry.
"You really think that my spirit just seeped out of my decapitated body and flew away to the Malfoys' estate to conjure up an evil plan? I don't think so. I waited until Glory was the only one near my slaughtered body. I seeped into her mind, and possessed it. It was my body now."
Harry suddenly thought of how Lord Voldemort was a parasite in Professor Quirrell's body. Could he be doing the same thing to Glory?
"She's possessed..." trembled Hermione. "She's possessed by your spirit!"
"Yes, you're catching on," said Lord Voldemort. "You're finally catching on. So now you understand that all the times you've seen my shadows, it was really Glory... That's probably why you might have thought that the dark figure during the meeting in the Forbidden Forest during the Christmas holidays was female. All these times, I've been working through Glory. All these times...
"Of course, I couldn't take over her body with just the spirit. I wanted some of my powers and energy. I made her suck up just a bit of my energy from my dead body, which is what I made her do for Cho Chang's and the four Ravenclaw girls' attacks."
"You made her use the Sucking Incantation!" gasped Hermione. "Why didn't I know? I read it somewhere, that it was an ancient Incantation that only those as powerful as Wizard or Witch Monarchs could use. It acted like the Venimi Monstro, and could suck up another person's blood, power and fat. Why didn't I see it before? Malfoy wasn't using Glory's powers, Glory was using her own! No wonder she was so powerful afterwards! Then, w-why was s-she so w-weak the d-day before?"
"She, well at that moment, I, was trying to figure out my plan to destroy Cho. I didn't want her ruining my plans to successfully take over her body and become a Magic Monarch! And of course... for personal reasons..."
"That's why you attacked my girlfriend?" shouted Harry in anger. "THAT'S WHY YOU DID THAT TO HER?"
"There are more reasons, Harry Potter," spoke Lord Voldemort. "There are other reasons that you never knew and would maybe want to make you 'break up with your innocent girlfriend'."
"What?"
"She didn't want to be your girlfriend because she loved you! She wanted to get all the publicity. Glory heard Cho talking to her friends of how easy it was to fool you, and to use you! Oh, it wasn't only me who wanted revenge on her! And as I said before, there are more personal reasons... which I won't tell you!"
Harry felt a burning pain in his heart for what Lord Voldemort said. Lies, they're all lies! thought Harry. Lord Voldemort, nor Glory know how Cho is really like. She loves me, and I love her! But then, could it really be that she said those things? He didn't think about it, and questioned Lord Voldemort.
"What are the personal reasons?"
"I told you already, I won't tell you!" shouted Lord Voldemort.
"You're lying. What you said are all lies."
"Well, suit yourself."
"B-but th-there were a-ashes at the scene," stuttered Ron.
"Oh, I left that, did I? Sometimes the way Glory apparates can leave a bit of ashes on the ground. It can get quite irritating."
"Of course, she told us when we came out of the Forbidden Forest!" said Hermione.
"D-do you h-h-have a-all c-control over G-Glory?" stuttered Ron again, who was completely frightened.
"No, I don't. There were a few times when I controlled her, and when she controlled herself. Usually, when I was on my own business and when Glory seemed a bit 'mean'... I was in control. Otherwise, she controlled herself."
"If you could control what Glory did, why did you kidnap the hypnotist?" asked Harry.
"I used it to hypnotize these Death Eaters," said Lord Voldemort, pointing to Malfoy and Professor Luigi. "These are a few of my new Death Eaters. I was fed up with my other ones. They were old and not so strong anymore. I wanted Death Eaters who were younger and stronger, and wouldn't be obvious to the public. I used my thought-to-be Death Eaters and the sons and daughters of former Death Eaters, like Draco Malfoy. I, of course, didn't want the Aurors to catch on with my plans, so I used Professor Luigi to get them off track and to slow down their research. I went on Glory's hippigryph to snatch the hypnotist and to use it on Professor Luigi and Draco Malfoy."
Harry looked at Professor Luigi and Draco Malfoy, who looked as if they were in a trance. Harry then noticed that they were in chains. Harry had no idea that it wasn't Draco Malfoy and Lord Voldemort who were the masterminds behind this. It was Glory and Lord Voldemort.
"Why not Lucius Malfoy? Didn't he have anything to do with this?"
"Not as much as you thought. He later found out what his son was doing and was completely shocked. He wasn't sure if his son should do it, but after a few talks, he went along with the plan."
"So, what's the big plan?" questioned Harry. "What is it?"
"I was planning to take over Glory's body, so I would be more powerful than I ever was. I would be crowned, with my faithful Death Eater, Draco Malfoy, beside me. After a year or so after the coronation ceremony, I will have finally taken over Glory's body, and would rule with more power than I ever had. I have not only my supreme powers, but the majestic and overruling powers of the Princess. Then, I would be most powerful and rule above all other, and I would no doubt end the Prophecy, and defeat you, Harry Potter!"
"So the Princesses' Birthday Ball attack was to injure those who stood in your way against ruling, you tried to destroy Dumbledore because he was one of your enemies and would maybe noticed that you weren't really his great-great-great-granddaughter, and you got Glory's father attacked because he stood in your way to be with your faithful Death Eater."
"You catch on very quickly, Potter. I used Ginny Weasley to help with letting my Death Eaters inside Hogwarts with the help of Glory's four friends. They pretended that they were sick for the night, and Ginny pretended she ran off crying because of Malfoy. Malfoy and Professor Luigi left to help my Death Eaters. I guess Ginny Weasley was right when she said that she felt as if she knew Glory before."
"Ginny!" gasped Ron, remembering how Tom Riddle used Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets.
"And I suppose you know why I kidnapped the businessman in Chile and stole the Luxark Diamond?"
"He was a very powerful man," spoke Harry, "and he had control over a lot of magical products. You stole the Luxark Diamond to bring back your pet, Nagini."
"Almost close," chuckled Lord Voldemort. "The business of Chile was in fact, a very good friend of Princess Glory as he was powerful, and if he found out that I was turning evil, he could turn against me. Besides, with him finding out that the Luxark Diamond was missing, they could report it sooner. It would be better off to take him and the Diamond. You were right about why I stole the Diamond though."
"And the Potion of the Undead, you're trying to restore yourself to full strength inside Glory. You're trying to keep yourself alive with that potion."
"Yes, that's correct. You will not believe how painful it is to try and control such a powerful witch. I needed that potion to keep myself from disappearing, and to grow stronger so that I would soon take over her."
"Why exactly her?" questioned Harry. "Why Glory?"
"Isn't it obvious? She's so strong and smart, and in my opinion a lot more powerful than her sister. Besides, her sister was too weak and too good. Glory was into the Dark Arts, and I knew it. She was also trying to create the Potion of the Undead, and it would be perfect for my plan."
"She knew the Dark Arts? She was into that?"
"She was starting to have a liking for the Dark Arts. She studied rigorously about the Defence Against the Dark Arts and wondered more about the interesting subject of the Dark Arts themselves. It was a whole new world to her, so exciting, and so powerful. She couldn't take her eyes of those Dark Art books she read.
"Besides, I like Glory a lot better than Joy. I mean, stiletto heels? Of course, if one of the twins was a boy, I would choose the boy. Believe me, there are some icky things about being inside a female body you will not believe! All those female teenage hormones and the crushes on Draco Malfoy... They made me seem a bit ga-
"Anyway, I guess you have to suffer a bit to get power. I suffered before you made me lose my powers! Of course, there are a bit of perks to looking this beautiful... and she is quite charming I suppose..."
"You have a crush on her," chuckled Harry. "You have a crush on Glory."
Lord Voldemort, who had an evil smile on his skull-face, had suddenly looked insulted and raging angry.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, you think Glory's beautiful, smart and wonderful... Admit it! You have a crush- "
"SILENCE!!!!!" he shouted. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS RUBBISH!!! I, LORD VOLDEMORT, DO NOT HAVE CRUSHES ON PATHETIC TEENAGE GIRLS!!!!"
"And why do you think we're not going to get out of here safely?" questioned Harry, feeling less frightened the more he talked to Lord Voldemort. "Princess Joy is right here, and I'm not sure if you've noticed, but she's a Witch Monarch too! She could beat you instantly!"
Lord Voldemort let out a cackle from his chair.
"You think, you really think so?"
"Think what?"
"You really think that I haven't planned this out so thoroughly? Potter, I don't think I was clear about who my Death Eaters were. Let me show you again. These two are my Death Eaters," he said, as he pointed Malfoy and Professor Luigi, who hadn't said anything or given any reaction (they were still in their trance), "and so is she," he said, as he pointed his skeleton-finger at Joy.
Harry shot a glance at Joy, who hadn't said anything nor given a reaction to anything to what was happening. She looked exactly like Malfoy and Professor Luigi. Harry, who had felt so proud of himself, had felt cold and frightened again. One of his best friends, was a Death Eater? She had used them to get all their secrets... She betrayed them... Or did she? She was hypnotized, but how could he have poured his soul to her?
"How did you?" questioned Harry angrily. "HOW?"
"Don't you remember that time she was sick? She wasn't sick, she was attacked! I hypnotized her and incrusted my Dark Mark on her arm. She didn't remember a thing. She didn't exactly know that she was a Death Eater though, and in a way she did. She sensed that something was going wrong, and she tried to tell you a few times. She couldn't though, because I made her head burn furiously."
"That's why she had those headaches?" questioned Ron.
"Yes, and she also had burning feelings in her arm because of the Dark Mark. She tried continuously to tell you, and I had to punish her all those times."
"P-punish her?" asked Hermione.
"I had to punish her for what she did. Joy, show them the scars."
Joy automatically lifted up the sleeve on her robe, and revealed many wounds and cuts on her arm and the new Dark Mark near her shoulder.
"Is that why she didn't want to show her skin?"
"I guess so. She was the only one in my inner circle at Hogwarts that was hard to control. All my other Death Eaters are so faithful to me, and Professor Luigi has no idea what he's doing. Malfoy knows what he was doing though, even though I had to convince him a bit more with the help of the hypnotist. He suffered the consequences when he revealed what our plans were that day..."
"So he did tell her the secrets?"
"Yes, he revealed it to Glory. I was furious he had done it, and was a bit frightened what would have happened. She turned to look at a mirror in the classroom, and saw my face. How dreadful..."
"I still think Glory will find out what you're doing and will destroy you some way," said Harry. "She predicted your attack, so she can predict this!"
A large howl and cackle ringed in the stone chamber and shook Harry's soul. It seemed so similar to the laugh that he remembered when Lord Voldemort killed his parents... the horror...
"Ha! You really think that she predicted the attack, that with her mighty psychic powers she stopped me in my tracks to destroy her and her sister?" chuckled Lord Voldemort. "Oh Harry, you were so wrong. Just to think, I did the same thing to you last year...."
"What?" questioned Harry.
"Potter, your memory is so short. Don't you remember when I sent you a vision in your dream that Sirius was being tortured? Do you remember that?"
Harry did remember that. Lord Voldemort had abused Harry and his ability to see what he saw, did and felt by sending Harry a vision in his sleep that Voldemort was torturing Sirius to get him a weapon that was hidden in the Ministry of Magic. Lord Voldemort knew that Harry always wanted to be the hero. He was used and mistreated because of it, and had suffered a great consequence because of it. Because he was at the Ministry, the Order of the Phoenix, including his dear godfather, tried to save him, and his godfather... went through the veil...
His soul and body trembled in sorrow for the death of his godfather and how awful a thing Lord Voldemort had abused his gift, and thought, Did he really do the same thing to Glory? Did Lord Voldemort abuse Glory's psychic abilities, power and leadership to fight for her subjects, like he had done to me?
"I- I remember..." he said trembling. "You did the same to Glory?"
"In a way, yes. You see, Glory doesn't know Occlumency. It's one of her greatest weaknesses, yet to my advantage, it was my greatest strength against her. Joy told you so, and she suffered deeply for it. I sent her a little 'vision' as you may call it, that I would make a surprise attack in Sicily. She, being 'the Princess and future leader of the wizarding world', had to do something," he said, in a laughing, sarcastic voice. "They got ready for war and such, following my plan exactly..."
So she was abused like he had been. Harry felt so sorry for Glory, that so many things that he had suffered last year, was being repeated with Glory.
"But it was true," said Harry. "You did make an attack."
"Of course I did. It was a part of my plan, and it was in my plan to lose too."
"I don't get it, what's the plan?"
"You're not as smart as you think, Potter! My plan was to have a war with Glory so that the whole world would think I would be defeated, yet I would really be controlling their leader. I was planning to die, though I knew I wouldn't really die. The Prophecy was right; only you could kill me, not Glory nor Joy. They might have killed my body, but my spirit will never die."
"Why was it so important for you to leave your body?" questioned Harry.
"Potter, you've seen me many times. I was weak in physical shape. I was nothing but a skeleton. Sure, my powers and mind were as strong as ever, but my body was aging so. I needed a stronger body. If you do have a gift, Potter, it might as well be youth. My physical shape was shrivelled and worthless, I needed a more athletic and stronger body. That's one of the major reasons why I needed to live in Glory. She was so strong in power, body and mind, and she could leave for over a thousands years! She doesn't even need the Elixir of Life to live so long... I needed it, I needed it so much... Well, since that's all cleared out, Joy can lock you up."
"What?" they all questioned, as Joy, with a wave of her wand, made them slam to the wall as heavy handcuffs clamped them in place. They struggled to get out, but there was no use.
"W-why a-are y-you d-d-doing t-this?" stuttered Ron in terror as he struggled to get out. Both Hermione and Ron were weeping and moaning. Harry, who had been in the situation more than once, wasn't as scared as they were.
"What else do you think I'm going to do?" shouted Lord Voldemort in annoyance. "I'm going to kill you all! Do you think Joy brought you down here to have a nice cup of tea? NO! She brought you down here so I could kill you all! The three people who threaten me the most are you, Harry Potter, and your two friends. Always trying to figure out my schemes, always on my trail! With my new powers and body, I can kill a whole army with the wave of my wand!
"But first, I'll bring back my pet. Joy, bring here the ingredients and the Luxark Diamond! And Luigi, bring here the cauldron. Malfoy, bring your snake!"
Joy and Professor Luigi quickly opened a few chests in the corner of the room and brought back a giant cauldron, a small potions chest and large, magnificent, sparkling diamond that laid on a purple pillow in a glass case. It was as big as a small melon, though it was in the shape of a droplet. It glowed and shimmered in the flickering light of the torches. In another corner from a large basket, Malfoy brought out the long snake that Joy and him had seen him with before.
"What are you going to do with it?" questioned Harry angrily, his arms aching from hanging on the wall.
"I'm going to make this small snake bigger and better than my pet," he chuckled.
Professor Luigi bowed down to Lord Voldemort and laid down the cauldron in front of the chair and put the chest aside, opening it to reveal quantities of very many rare potion ingredients. With a few waves of his hand, he conjured up a fire underneath the cauldron and some boiling water in the cauldron as well. Joy, who also bowed down, opened the glass case and took out the Luxark Diamond, which shimmered in the boiling water. Malfoy also bowed down and showed Lord Voldemort the snake he got from the basket.
"Excellent, Malfoy!" said Lord Voldemort. "Put it in the cauldron." Malfoy lowered the snake gently into the cauldron as it slithered violently. "Now, put in the Electrocuted Ashwinder brain into the pot."
Harry remembered he and Ron had seen a bottle of it in the stone room where he had found the Potion of the Undead. Professor Luigi took out the exact same bottle and poured a mushy, burnt and green liquid into the pot. Lord Voldemort demanded Professor Luigi to put in various different ingredients, while Malfoy stirred the pot with a large spoon and Joy held the Luxark Diamond patiently at the side. Once the potion was sizzling with a green, scaly texture at the surface with the snake moving inside it, Lord Voldemort called Joy for the gem.
"Joy, it is time for the Luxark Diamond," demanded Voldemort, as Joy bowed down once again and handed the stone into his bony hands. He dipped it gently into the mixture with an evil smile on his face. In Parsletongue, he said an incantation. "My dearest pet, a giant snake, may you be summoned into this serpent and be made anew. You will come back with more powers than you did before, and you will be by my side as I return to power."
The stone suddenly turned bright yellow as the cauldron shook violently. Suddenly, a giant serpent's head shot out of the potion with the rest of its slimy body following it out of the cauldron. It was bigger than it had been before (bigger than Malfoy's snake and Lord Voldemort's former snake). It had the same Slytherin-green colour as it did before, with the two purple and yellow stripes down its back. Although this time, there were spikes down its back and its eyes were blood-red, just like Lord Voldemort. Its fangs were as long as butcher knives, and by just looking at it, Harry and his two trapped friends shivered in horror.
The giant serpent slithered around the room, finally free from the cauldron, and curled itself up near the elevated chair that Lord Voldemort was sitting on.
"My serpent, my pet," said Lord Voldemort, as he stroked the slimy head of the serpent. "You've finally come. We should kill the three students now, shouldn't we?"
Voldemort easily stepped off the chair, stretched a bit while cracking his neck, outstretched his arm and put his hand on Joy's head.
"Suckurus incantious," he said.
Suddenly, a burst of light went through his arm and into Joy's head as he trembled. A large sucking noise was heard throughout the room. Joy's eyes turned white and her whole entire body shook, as a glowing light went from Joy's body into Voldemort. The Dark Lord lifted his hand from her head as she dropped onto the floor, unconscious.
"YOU KILLED HER?!" shouted Ron.
"No, I didn't. I just wanted a bit of her energy to reassure that I was strong enough to use the Sucking Incantation on all of you, as I just did to Joy. She'll be all right. Besides, I wouldn't want her snapping out of her trance and trying to save you, would I? First, I'll suck Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger dry."
He pulled out Glory's golden wand as he approached closer to the wall they were clamped to. Hermione and Ron burst out crying and tried to escape. Moans and cries saying, 'No, please don't kill us!' came out of them, so Harry tried to do something to help them. He tried to escape, but he couldn't.
"Don't kill them, kill me!" shouted Harry. "They don't deserve to die!"
"Harry, no!" said Hermione, her face red with tears. "If there's anyone who shouldn't die, it's you!"
"Don't even think about saving your friends," said Lord Voldemort in his awful cackle. "I'll kill you once I've finished with them."
"I guess this is goodbye," said Ron, turning to Harry. "It's been great knowing you, and I hope somehow you escape."
"These 6 years have been the best years of my life, Harry!" said Hermione. "Goodbye..."
"No, you can't! You're not going to die!"
"Of course they are!" shouted Lord Voldemort. "Locko releasis!"
Ron and Hermione's handcuffs released them which made them drop onto the floor with a hard and painful slam. They tried to run away from him and take out their wands, yet with his new and stronger body, he was able to catch them before they could escape and take away their wands. He clutched his hands onto their heads as they wept and howled violently.
Harry couldn't stand the sight playing before him that moment. He tried to get his wand or do something, but there was no use. He started to cry too. He couldn't let his friends suffer right before his eyes. He had already lost so many people in his life who were killed right before him, and he didn't want his two best friends to suffer the same way.
"NO!! DON'T KILL THEM!!!!" he cried.
Lord Voldemort, cackling even more, completely ignored Harry's cry. With his hands tightly on their heads, he said the incantation.
"Suckurus incantious!" he said.
Just like Joy, light shot out from his arms with a sucking sound. Ron and Hermione's eyes rolled until their eyes were only white, and their bodies trembled a great deal more than Joy's. Harry could see them shrivelling up before his eyes and light passing from their bodies to the Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort cackled unstoppably and threw them onto the floor. Harry saw his friends, lying dead-still on the floor. They were as pale as death, and they were almost shrivelled to the bone. He burst into tears, looking at his dead friends.
"YOU KILLED THEM!" shouted Harry in absolute rage. "YOU MONSTER!!!! YOU FILTH! YOU-"
"Enough with the shouting and let's get on with your death," said Lord Voldemort. "There are still a few bodily juices in them, so they have a couple of more minutes holding onto the tiny morsel of life they have."
He released Harry from the handcuffs as he fell down on the hard floor with a large thud. Harry, finally free, tried to run away from Lord Voldemort, and successfully escaped from his clutches to the other side of the chamber. He looked around and tried to find a way out, but there wasn't any. He finally found a large door on one side of the room. He rushed to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He was trapped. Realizing he had his wand, he took it out from his robes.
"Get him!" said Lord Voldemort in Parseltongue to the snake, and understanding his coming, the serpent unravelled itself from its curled-up position and slithered rapidly over to Harry.
Harry tried to run away, but the snake's tail curled around his waist. He tried to punch it and cast a spell to kill the snake, but he couldn't. By the end of his muscular tail, he hurled Harry fiercely onto the wall, losing his grip on his wand and letting it go. He smashed onto the wall so brutally that he felt some bones in his body smash. In pain, he tried to get up, but he couldn't; he was too weak.
Lord Voldemort picked up Harry's wand and put it in his black hooded robe.
"You won't be needing this anymore," he chuckled. He slowly approached Harry, his arms stretched out. "You'll be with your parents, your friends and your godfather again very soon!"
Harry tried to move, but he was in so much pain that he could barely do anything. Lord Voldemort's hand clutched onto Harry's head. I'm going to die now, thought Harry. This is how the Prophecy ends. I still don't even know my secret power yet. Lord Voldemort mumbled the incantation, and suddenly a bitter, icy-cold feeling spread from the top of Harry's head to his body. He trembled like madness and he shivered with every inch of his body. It felt as if everything from his body was being sucked out and crushed. Was this how death felt like? Quickly, it stopped. Harry looked around to see that nothing was wrong. The icy-feeling had stopped. Was he already dead?
Harry looked in front of him, and saw Lord Voldemort bundled up in a corner, screeching in pain. Lord Voldemort's/Glory's body started to quiver, and the Dark Lord had a confused look on his monstrous face.
"What's happening to me?" he questioned harshly, as he tried to get up. "This has never happened before! I'll try again!"
He gripped his hand quickly onto Harry's head, with the same horrible feeling inside coming inside him, but it stopped rapidly. Lord Voldemort's face and hands, which were once bone-white, were becoming red and swollen, and veins began to pop out. He studied his hands in shock, and slowly felt his face.
"THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN TO ME!" he shouted angrily. He stumbled up, clutched his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry knew what he was going to do next. This was the end... "The Sucking Incantation might not work on you, but Avada Kedavra will certainly kill you! Avada Ked- AAHh!!!!"
A blinding white light shot out from the wand and burnt Lord Voldemort's hand. He hurriedly clutched his hand to himself, as it throbbed with fury. With a small quiver, Voldemort fell down onto the ground. He clutched his head as he tried to stand up. He couldn't, so he laid on the floor, trying to rise up once in a while. Harry could tell he was in more pain than he ever felt before.
"This... isn't... what... I planned!" he shouted. Harry looked at his enemy's face, and his once red eyes turned completely black as he shivered and trembled even more. "Grr.. I- AAAH!"
He collapsed unconscious on the floor and suddenly shots of light came out of him which filled the room immediately. The beams of light shot at Harry, and quickly his body felt much better. A large burst of light shot at the gigantic chair which slammed right into the snake that made it bash into the wall; it fell unconscious. A shot of light sped at Joy, who slowly woke up from lying on the floor. Professor Luigi and Malfoy were shot with light, and they were instantly awoken from their trances. Realizing what was happening, they ducked down.
Harry watched as very many shots of life slammed into Ron and Hermione's lifeless bodies, and it was like looking at an airless balloon being filled up with air. The skinny, pruned corpses healed into how Ron and Hermione normally looked. Harry saw their bodies twitch. He ran swiftly to Ron and Hermione, his happiness overcoming his pain, and knelt down next to them. He pinched their wrists, and he gladly felt beating pulses.
"They're not dead!" he shouted gladly, as he hugged them. Slowly, Hermione opened her eyes and stared blankly at Harry.
"H-Harry? What happened?" she asked.
"You're alive! Something amazing happened! I don't know what, but now everyone's back to normal!"
Hermione tried to lift herself up from the floor and quickly hugged Harry.
"It's so glad to be alive!" she said, with many tears streaming down her face.
"I know, Hermione!" said Harry happily. "I know!"
Ron opened his eyes eventually and looked wide-eyed at everything. Stumbling, he got up.
"Is this heaven? Where am I?"
"You're still in the chamber, Ron!" said Hermione. "We're still alive!"
"W-what?" asked Ron, looking at them in surprise. "I-I can't believe it! We're alive!"
They all hugged each other happily. Harry had never felt so happy to be alive. He looked at Professor Luigi and Malfoy, who stood up from ducking from the lights.
"Where am I?" questioned Professor Luigi, scratching his head and looking confusingly around the chamber. "Did I drink too much of that imported wine, or is this a strange dream after eating those sausages? Draco Malfoy, what are you doing here?"
"I think I know what this is," said Malfoy. "I'll tell you late- GLORY!"
Malfoy rushed over to Glory's body, which had returned to how it looked before. She was lying perfectly still on the ground, lifeless, with Voldemort's black hooded cloak covering her. Malfoy quickly lowered down the hood and revealed that Glory was bone-white like Voldemort.
"Glory, please wake up!" he shouted, trying to wake her up. "Please!"
An amazing look appeared on Malfoy's face that Harry had never seen before. His eyes became watery, and he clutched Glory's hands to his heart. He looked at her in a loving and caring way. Malfoy looked exactly like how Harry looked like when Cho was attacked. Harry started to feel a bit of sympathy for him. He knew how it was like to almost lose his girlfriend in such an awful way.
Professor Luigi, absolutely stunned at Glory's state, put a finger to her throat and tried to feel her pulse.
"I feel her pulse," said Professor Luigi. "She has a heartbeat. I think she's going to be okay. How did she become like this?"
"I'm not too sure, Professor," said Malfoy. "We should just get her to the hospital wing as soon as possible. Hold her by the legs while I pick her up from the arms."
"All right," said Professor Luigi, picking up Glory from her legs and starting to carry her. "This is just such a strange place, and all the carvings of - Is that who I think it is? It's so- Oh my goodness! What is that huge snake doing there?"
Professor Luigi stumbled across the huge snake lying unconscious in the chamber.
"I think I know what that is," said Malfoy. "I'll tell you all this later. You're the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, you should know about things like this!"
"Draco, I do know about large snakes like that," said Luigi. "It's just the fact that it's in this... place... and that it looks so much like one of my cousins! Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger," said Professor Luigi, realizing they were in the room too, "what are you three doing here?"
"It's a long story," said Harry, as they all got up from the floor.
"Oh dear, I see Princess Joy is here too," said Professor Luigi, as Joy got up from the ground.
"Hello everyone," she said, rubbing her head of blonde locks and looking around the room. "Where am I?"
"That's what I've been asking Mr. Malfoy all this time!" said Luigi.
"I'll tell you afterwards!" repeated Malfoy.
"Will all of you be all right down here?"
"Don't worry, I'm here!" said Joy. "You don't have anything to wo- What happened to my sister?"
"We're not too sure," said Malfoy. "We'll get this all cleared up afterwards."
"Come on, let's go," said Professor Luigi, as Malfoy and him carried Glory (which was very hard) up the large stairs to the hospital wing. Joy hurried over to where her friends were.
"Hi everyone! I'm not too sure- Oh no, I think I know why I'm here," said Joy, as she rubbed her arm where the Dark Mark tattoo was. "I am so sorry. I wanted to tell you all everything, but I couldn't!"
"We know," said Hermione. "Lord Voldemort told us."
"Oh my goodness! You talked to him?"
"We did more than talk," said Ron. "We were almost killed by him!"
"OH MY GOODNESS! I am so sorry. It's all my fault. I-"
"You had to obey him," said Harry. "You were severely beaten if you weren't, and you were hypnotized. You don't have to apologize to us."
"I feel like I have to! Oh, if it wasn't for- AAHH!"
"You saw the giant snake?"
"How could I not?"
"I think we should get out of here," said Hermione.
"Wait a minute," said Joy. "I think we should do something."
Joy walked over to the large entrance with holes in it that Harry tried to open at the back of the chamber, and said an Unlocking Charm, which opened it. It revealed a small cell with a wooden bench and two prisoners that hurried out. They gasped for air and looked at everyone in shock. One wizard looked Spanish and had torn business robes on. The other wizard had a monocle and looked familiar to a photo Harry had seen in The Daily Prophet.
"It's the business man from Chile and the hypnotist!" shouted Hermione. Harry walked up to the poor souls to see if they were all right.
"Are you both all right ?" asked Harry, scared what their reaction would be.
"Gracias! Gracias tanto por liberarnos!" said the Spanish business man from Chile. "Puedo finalmente respirar sin aspirar en ese polvo horrible! Estamos libres!"
"What did he say?" asked Harry.
"He's thanking you for freeing us," explained the hypnotist in a Manchester accent. He shook Harry's hand in happiness. "I would also love to thank you, for freeing me from that awful cell! The name's John Hypwell, one of the world's most famous hypnotists. I assume you heard of my kidnapping, and Mr. Chico Belroni's kidnapping as well. It's very glad to meet you Mr.-" His eyes darted at Harry's forehead and a remarkable smile spread across his face. "You're Harry Potter!"
"Yes, I am," admitted Harry.
"Qué?" questioned the business. "Usted malo decir que esta persona es Harry Potter, el muchacho que vivió de Usted-Saber-Que?"
"Yes it is," said Mr. Hypwell. He whispered into Harry's ear. "After being locked up with him for months, I managed to pick up some Spanish."
"Hello, Mr. Belroni," said Harry, as he shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"A pleasuro to meeta me?" asked the business man in rough English. "Muchacho, es un placer satisfacerle! He esperado así que de largo ser libre y yo soñaba siempre el día que usted, Harry Potter, nos ahorraría ambos de esa persona horrible!"
"What did he say?" asked Ron.
"He said that it was more of a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter. He had waited so long to be free and he always dreamt of the day that you would save us both from that horrible person."
"You'ra mi hero!" said Mr. Belroni.
"I agree with that!" said Mr. Hypwell.
Harry stood and thought about the translation Mr. Hypwell had given him, and what Mr. Belroni had said. They had waited the day for him, Harry Potter, to save them, and he was their hero! He thought back to how his friends had always said that he was always trying to be the hero. After listening to what the two men said, he thought to himself how great it did feel that he was the hero.
"I'm a hero," he said, mumbling to himself.
"Yeah, you are," said Joy.
"You're our heroes too," said Hermione.
"But I didn't really do anything," said Harry. "It just happened."
"We don't care," said Ron. "It's not just this that makes you our hero, Harry! You might not have known what happened to destroy Lord Vo-"
"Oh mi calidad!" yelped Mr. Belroni. "No pronuncie ese nombre!"
"Fine," sighed Ron. "You might not have known what happened to destroy You-Know-Who, but you did battle Tom Riddle and Professor Quirrell and all the other times!"
"We wouldn't have gotten this far without you," said Hermione.
"Thanks," sighed Harry.
"Oh dear, and you're Princess Joy, aren't you?" said the hypnotist to Joy. "I don't think we were well-acquainted. I'm so sorry I had to hypnotize you like that, but he was going to kill me if- "
"It's okay," said Joy. "There's no one here to blame. Only Lo-... You-Know-Who is to blame for all this."
"Exactly!" said Hermione.
"Eee!" yelped Mr. Belroni, pointing at the huge snake. Both wizards jumped in fear and ran to the wall.
"You-Know-Who used your Luxark Diamond to bring back his 'pet'," said Harry.
"Oh mi goodnessa!" exclaimed Mr. Belroni.
Suddenly, Harry felt wobbly, as if he was swaying gently. Slowly, he swayed and fell to the ground... and everything turned black...
Disclaimer: I didn't want to say this before because it would have ruined the surprise: I got the idea of the Sucking Incantation from an episode of Smallville that this girl got so hungry after drinking this mutant smoothie that she sucked up any living thing she tried to get her hands on, including a deer, which turned into venison (deer meat) jerky! Yeah, so I was inspired by that.
Author's Note: So, did ya like it? I'm not going to do a recap next chapter of THAT, because it would be SO LONG to explain. Oh, and that Spanish that Mr. Belroni spoke? I don't know Spanish, but I do know about online translators! (Hehehe.....) PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, anything else I've mentioned and Nintendo's Princess Peach (yeah, it's a part of the chapter.).
Author's Note: Hey people! Glad you could up to this chapter. So, recap? Well, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff played against each other at Quidditch to win the Cup, and Gryffindor won. Hey, that was an easy summary! It's usually longer. Anyway, I'm glad you're reading this chapter because it's probably my favourite. It's the climax, the big going -into-the-final-chamber-to-get-the-Philosopher's Stone, meeting-Tom-Riddle, finding-out-about-Sirius-Black and going-to-the-Ministry chapter!!! SO READ ON AND REVIEW!!!!
It was the week before the exams, and all the 6th year students were studying like mad. Of course, their exams wouldn't be as bad as their O.W.L.'s, or the actual NEWTs, which the 7th years had. Harry glared at the 7th years when he was in the library or the common room. They were all so tense and study-crazed (they reminded Harry a lot like Hermione). Hermione was just as study-crazed as the 7th years, even though the 6th years' exams wouldn't be as bad as the final NEWTs. Ron was trying to study as much as he could, and Joy studied a lot too, but even if she was just as smart as Hermione, she didn't study as much as the others.
"I know this stuff like the back of my hand!" stated Joy. "I've reviewed my notes since the beginning of school, and believe me, it really helps. I'm surprised Hermione doesn't know that trick."
Harry tried to study a lot as well, but only a fair amount of reviewing. It was hard for Harry to study though. He couldn't stop thinking about the Gryffindor Quidditch team's wonderful win for the Cup. Instead of dreaming of his parents', Cedric's or Sirius' death at night, he dreamt about the Quidditch game. Unfortunately, the closer the exams got, the more dreams he had of the exams than of the Quidditch dreams.
Harry and his friends were studying in the library one day with their notes out and their books piled up in stacks to be reviewed. Hermione was reading three books at a time, Ron's face was planted onto all his notes which he read closely, and Joy read her Divination notes attentively, while Harry was memorizing the last three potions he had to study for until the exams. Summer had come and the library's books seemed to be baking. Most of the students had unbuttoned their robes and pulled up their sleeves, but Joy didn't.
"Why aren't you rolling up your sleeves?" asked Ron. "It's boiling in here!"
"I... I just don't want to."
"Joy, you're still thinking about what Glory said?"
"She was right, I shouldn't show that much."
A few minutes before, Harry saw Glory studying with her friends (they were out of the hospital wing now, and were very eager to study for the exams) and Glory looked so tense that she quickly ran out of the room to vomit. Her friends tried to go with her, but she wanted to be left alone. Her four friends kept on studying their large piles of notes and books, and occasionally waved at Harry and his friends.
"I'm glad that the four Ravenclaw girls are back from the hospital wing," said Harry.
"Me too," said Ron, before he started to hum to himself the lyrics to 'Weasley is Our King. "Weasley is our King, Weasley is our King... I didn't let the Quaffle in... Weasley is our Ki-"
"Would you stop singing that?" whispered Hermione harshly. "I'm trying to study!"
"I can't help it," sighed Ron. "It's in my head all the time."
"Try and think of a different song," suggested Joy. "Something that might help you study- OW!!!"
Joy suddenly clutched her arm in pain.
"Are you all right?" asked Ron quickly.
"I- I have to go," she said painfully. "I have to go to the hospital wing now."
Leaving her books and notes, she walked quickly out of the library.
"This is the 5th time this has happened," whispered Harry.
"I know," said Ron. "I want to help her but- "
"Would you stop talking?" whispered Hermione roughly. "I'm trying to study here! Seriously, if I don't get Outstanding in all my subjects, I'm going to blame you two!"
*****
The week of the exams had finally come, and Harry studied every free second he had. Surprisingly, the exams weren't as hard as they thought they would be. They were a lot easier than the OWLs, Harry had found out. The Potions exam was a bit harder than the others though, since Professor Snape was hovering above Harry's shoulder the entire time to see if he would make a mistake. Even so, Harry completed his potion that he was requested to do and did his written exam successfully. He was completely ready for his next exam: the Defence Against the Dark Arts practical examination.
Professor Luigi had promised the students in the beginning of the year that they wouldn't have any assignments where they would have to save a damsel in distress, but their practical examination did. Professor Luigi's practical examination was a little bit like Professor Lupin's obstacle course and the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It was a course that had dragons, Dementors and things they had learned about that year which they had to battle, and at the end was a large hologram of a Hungarian Horntail (which didn't at all seem like a hologram).
Up in a pole stood a blonde damsel in distress which looked a lot like Princess Peach from the Nintendo games. Harry went through the exam successfully and had obviously gotten an 'Outstanding' for the class. He heroically rescued the woman and untied her from the pole. She smiled at him gently and glared at his scar.
"My, you're Harry Potter!" the woman remarked. "Professor Luigi has told me all about you!"
"Really? That's great. Are you Princess Peach?"
"No, my name is just Peach. 'Princess Peach' is just a nickname my friends call me."
"Interesting," said Harry, as he lowered her down to the ground. Professor Luigi proudly clapped at his triumph.
"Wonderful! You are absolutely fantastic in the Defence Against the Dark Arts. Are you going to become an Auror?"
"Yes, in fact I will."
"Magnificent! I'll be sure to get you a good spot in the business when you finish school."
Harry smiled at the comment and went to join his friends.
Friday came quicker than they had expected, and everyone was happy the exams were over. Harry and his friends, though, were not celebrating. They were talking about Malfoy, Lord Voldemort and all their plans.
"This is what we've known from the start," said Hermione. "Glory had a vision of what would happen a few months from then about Lord Voldemort's surprise attack. She rushed to the Headmaster of Nero Gatto Academy and brought Joy down to talk about it. They discussed everything and got ready for war. When Lord Voldemort apparated in Italy, they were ready. They fought victoriously and won."
"My scar burned a few times in the summer," said Harry. "The first time was when I was at the Dursleys. My scar burnt so badly that I collapsed. I saw everyone from Hogwarts parading down Privet Drive. I found out later from Joy that Lord Voldemort collapsed that day."
"To continue," said Hermione. "Lord Voldemort was defeated when Joy tried to battle him and Glory went behind him and slashed his head off."
"I had a burning scar too at that moment," interrupted Harry.
"We found out that smoke was rising from his body," said Ron. "Possibly, his spirit came out of him, and he contacted the Malfoys somehow. A day later, Joy was attacked by Voldemort's snake which was later killed. When Glory and Joy went to school, Malfoy flirted with Glory, which to me is pretty much disgusting, and they became girlfriend and boyfriend later on."
"Malfoy is trying to bring back Lord Voldemort with Glory's powers," said Harry. "A hypnotist was kidnapped the first night at Hogwarts, and we think that in the night, Lucius and some of his accomplices brought the hypnotist with Draco's help to hypnotize Glory."
"At our birthday," continued Joy, "we were attacked by the Death Eaters. It was to injure all the Ministers for Magic because they were deciding to take away the Monarchy, which would ruin their plans."
"When the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams played each other, Malfoy tried to get the players to attack me with the Bludgers," said Harry. "He tried to destroy me or hurt me in a way. He was so angry that he didn't succeed and that Slytherin was disqualified that he set the Quidditch pitch on fire."
"Near Christmas, the business man in Chile and his Luxark Diamond were kidnapped and stolen," said Hermione. "Obviously, the business was a very powerful man, and they probably stole the Luxark Diamond to bring back his faithful serpent."
"Also at Christmas, my father had sent a letter to my sister to talk about her boyfriend Malfoy," said Joy. "He didn't approve of them dating. On Christmas morning, my father was attacked..."
"Don't worry," said Ron as he patted her on the back. "He's all right now."
"When we crashed into the Forbidden Forest," said Harry, "we found out there was a meeting in the forest, which confirmed more about their plans. We also went into Draco's dreams and confirmed he was in all these plans."
"Cho was also attacked," said Ron. "She didn't like the idea of a monarchy and was considered a threat to Lord Voldemort. We found out that Malfoy had done it. He probably hypnotized Glory into giving him some of her power, which can be done by Magic Monarchs. After he visited the Quidditch pitch, he went to attack Cho. We're really sorry about that Harry... really..."
"It wasn't your fault," sighed Harry.
"To continue," said Hermione. "We found out more information to confirm their schemes and we found out that Malfoy and his father created a plan to destroy Dumbledore, because as most people know, he's one of his most dreaded enemies. We told Dumbledore about it, but the attack was still on. Many Death Eaters tried to attack him and were sent to Azkaban."
"Glory's friends found out all the secrets concerning Malfoy, Glory and Lord Voldemort," said Joy. "They tried to have a meeting with all of you, but they were attacked and their memories of what had happened and what they knew had been forgotten. Someone from the dark side found out that they knew about their plans."
"Harry tried to tell Glory about everything, but Malfoy told her instead," said Ron. "She screamed and rushed out of the room, crying."
"Afterwards, we found out about the Potion of the Undead," said Harry. "It's a potion of the Dark Arts which is a sister potion to the Potion of Bone, Flesh and Blood. It was created by Glory, and is supposed to restore someone from the dead, or even a spirit or energy. It was used with Glory's glove covered in Lord Voldemort's blood and a few of his belongings that Lucius Malfoy had. They had already used it: a quarter of the potion was gone."
"A quarter?" questioned Joy. "I thought it was one third!"
"Why would you think that?" asked Ron.
"I checked the Potion of the Undead when I visited Glory yesterday," said Joy. "There was a third of it gone."
"That means they've used more of it," said Hermione. "The spirit of Lord Voldemort is getting stronger as we speak!"
"Do you think we should do something?" asked Ron.
"Of course we should!" said Joy, getting up from her seat. "We should go and tell Glory. I know you tried to tell Glory before, but I think we should try and tell her. Don't you see how awful they're treating her? They're abusing her!"
"How do we tell her?" asked Harry.
"We'll go to her rooms. I know she's there and she doesn't have any visitors. We need to tell her! Let's go."
Feeling a bit shocked that they were suddenly doing this, the three of them stood up and followed Joy to the Ravenclaw common room. After many curious corridors, they found themselves at the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw.
"You're not Ravenclaws," remarked the figure of Rowena Ravenclaw.
"We aren't," admitted Joy. "We're Gryffindors, and we're here on urgent business to meet Glory."
"Do you have the password?" asked Rowena Ravenclaw.
"Only the wisest," she stated.
"You may enter," she said, as the entrance opened to them. They didn't even bother to look at the room or the Ravenclaws staring curiously at them.
They headed quickly to the giant door. Joy pulled out a large, oddly-shaped key from her robes and thrust it into the key hole. As she opened the door, another door with a little speaker was revealed behind it.
"State the password, please!" said a voice from the speaker.
"Are any of you going to tell the password?" asked Joy.
"Of course not!" chimed the three of them.
"Good. Besides, it's really long. It's a poem she composed about the war."
"Password please?" repeated the little voice.
"Her Royal Highness Princess Glorificous Elizabeth Tatiana Victoria Nefertiti," said Joy. "Chronicles of the War of the Dark Lord and Royals:
'As Her Royal Highness sat in class at the Academy
learning of pesky gnome-hexing,
she predicted of an attack to be,
a prediction to make one trembling.
The Dark Lord would apparate in the royal land
to make an attack on the Royals.
He would attack with his Death Eater-band
and destroy above all morals.
Knowing of these curious sights,
she went to the Headmaster.
Glory told him the visions with of horrifying frights
and he called her sister and Ministry later.
A great vision seen by the Royal.
They hurried to create an army,
that would outshine the Dark One.
But only at the battle would they see
which powerful army will have won.
They battled and strategized on and on,
with worry in their leaders.
'At the end, would they be gone?'
was what were their fears.
On the day of July was the day,
they would confront the army of the Evil One.
They soon kissed their anxiety away
for this battle had now begun.
The only ones who would win were those who were loyal.
A bloody battle was furiously fought,
as many were injured and few died.
The fury of both armies was burning hot,
and the world worried and sighed.
By the end of the horrible war
our side was wonderfully winning,
and even if our soldiers were cold and soar
we knew there would be a victorious ending.
As the last minutes dawned, both leaders were face-to face with the Dark Lord,
the more they battled, the more of each other they hated.
while Princess Joy duelled, Princess Glory swung her mighty sword
and Lord Voldemort, the evil wizard, was decapitated.
Blood splattered onto the soil.
As the new day came without fear,
the wizarding world celebrated all around.
But we all wept for those we were dear
for we lost courageous soldiers who went down.
No longer will anyone fear of those things Dark,
no longer will we see the horrible Dark Mark,
no longer will either of us lose a loved one,
for Lord Voldemort and his evil work is done.'
"You may enter," said the little voice in the speaker.
"That was a wonderful poem," said Harry. "It was very touching."
"I could never make something up like that!" said Ron. "The closest I could get to something like that is, 'I'm a poet and I didn't even know it'."
"Glory's multi-talented," stated Hermione. "I can't believe you're still surprised at things like that."
"I can make really great poems too, you know!" said Joy in an envious tone. "I have some award-winning poems. It's just that mine aren't so deep and serious. I create love poems and poems of nature."
Suddenly, the next door unlocked and opened itself to another door, which was a large, steel door with a small voice-screen with buttons at its right side. Joy pulled out a card from her robes and slid it into the slot.
"Please give us your hand-print and eye examination to enter," stated the female voice from the screen. From the wall appeared a neon-green hand scan and a small black ball.
"This is so uncomfortable!" said Joy, as she put her hand onto the screen and one of her eyes into the little ball. There was a small beep! from the screen.
"The scan has been accepted. You may enter the room of Princess Glory."
The large, metal door opened and all four of them entered the nicely decorated room.
"How many doors do you need to get into a place like this?!" questioned Ron. "Seriously, you don't see any of us, nor Professor Dumbledore with security like that."
"Ron, the Magic Monarchs are very important and powerful people," stated Hermione. "Anyone would like to get into their rooms. They need special entrances to make sure that they are safe."
"But why couldn't we just use the telecom?"
"You can only use that if you have appointments," said Joy. "Besides, it's cleaning hour so the house-elves are busy cleaning and can't answer the telecom."
At the corner of his eye, Harry saw a chubby house-elf dusting a vase and then scurrying up the spiral staircase.
"Let's hurry up," said Joy, as she lead them into the door in the middle.
Behind the door was a very ancient staircase that spiralled very deep into the ground. There were very few torches in the staircase, so the way down there was very dark.
They finally found themselves in a very small stone room, with a massive, rusty-old door with giant hinges that secured the door very well.
"Is this where Glory is?" asked Harry, looking around the door.
"Of course!" said Joy. "Do you think I would come all the way down here for nothing?"
Ron tried opening the door, but it was perfectly closed.
"Do we need another password for this?" asked Ron.
"Unfortunately yes," answered Joy. She laid her hand onto the door knob. "It is thy Master's wish to come here, for it was his instructing command to meet him and serve him."
The door slowly opened ajar, as Joy grabbed the knob and opened it. Harry was a bit confused at the password. What kind of password was that? thought Harry. Was that an old password, or did Glory really make it up?
"That was an old password, right?" asked Harry to Joy.
"Yeah, that's it," answered Joy. "It's an old password."
She led them into a giant chamber that looked more like a pit of darkness than a room. Harry, trying to find some of the faint outlines of the room, could see that it was at least half as big as the Chamber of Secrets (not including all the tunnels). A few large torches quickly ignited, showing Draco Malfoy and Professor Luigi, staring and grinning at them, who were at both sides of a large chair in which a dark hooded figure lay sitting on it.
The scene looked so much like the room they were led to in Malfoy's dream and the one they saw when they found out about Professor Dumbledore's attack. The dark shadow was there, and so was Malfoy, but why was Professor Luigi there, and why was this in Glory's rooms? Thinking about the comparison of the three situations, Harry realized that the large shadow before them could be Lord Voldemort. Harry, Ron and Hermione took a few steps back in freezing fear, while Joy remained very calm.
"I have been expecting you four for quite a while," said the voice that seemed so familiar, although Harry couldn't pinpoint that the voice belonged to Lord Voldemort, nor if it was male or female. Scared and anxious, Harry questioned the shadow.
"Who are you?" asked Harry. "Show yourself!"
"As you wish," said the sly voice, as a sudden spotlight shown in front of the elevated chair. The dark shadow came closer to the light and revealed that it was... Glory. A sigh of relief came out of Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Hello, Glory!" said Harry cheerfully, taking a deep breath. "Sorry we looked so scared."
"We thought you were someone else," explained Hermione, who was also trying to catch her breath.
"Really?" said Glory lightly with a gentle, yet suspicious grin. "Who did you think I was?"
"It has something to do about what we want to tell you," said Ron "Could you maybe tell Malfoy and Professor Luigi to leave so we can talk to you?"
"Don't worry, they know all about what you want to say to me."
"They do?" questioned Harry. "How could they? You don't even know what we're going to tell you."
"You think so?" questioned Glory. "You don't think that I know you're going to tell me about that Malfoy-Glory-Voldemort plan?"
"So you know?" asked Hermione. "You're going to do something about it?"
"What do you mean by 'do something about it'?"
"You're going to try and stop it, of course!" said Ron.
"Why would I do that?" questioned Glory.
"Glory, don't you understand?" asked Harry. "They're abusing you! Malfoy-" he said, pointing to him, "- and Lord Voldemort are trying to use you to get Voldemort back to power!"
"I don't even think you know who I am still," chuckled Glory.
"Of course we do," said Ron in a suspicious tone of voice. "You're... Glory."
"Am I?"
"Glory, please don't play tricks with us!" pleaded Hermione, looking so scared. "It's not funny!"
"I'm not playing tricks," said Glory. "You still think I'm Glory?"
"Who else would you be?" questioned Ron. "Aren't you Glory?"
"Yes and no," she responded. "You were a bit closer at your first guess."
"Our first guess was that you were Lord Voldemort," responded Harry. "Of course, that's not true."
"You don't think it's true?" questioned Glory.
"Of course not!" said Harry, trembling in nervousness. "You're Glory!"
"I told you before, you were only half right."
"Then who are you?!" shouted Harry, with a shiver going down his spine.
"Don't you see?" questioned Glory, leaning closer to them. "I am Lord Voldemort!"
"No, you can't! You just can't!"
"After your experiences with Professor Quirrell, I'd think you'd understand this, Harry Potter!" it said. "Let me make it easier for you..."
Suddenly, something absolutely frightening happened to Glory. Her once delicate and elegant hands turned into pale and clammy skinny palms, and her face became white as bone, and a few of her features disappeared. Her eyes became blood-red and cat-shaped, with the faint outline of stars still in her eyes, and her nose formed until it looked snake-like. She resembled... Lord Voldemort.
"Please tell me you're just changing your appearance," trembled Ron, who was slowly backing away into the wall. "Please tell me you're not really..."
"Yes, I am really," said Lord Voldemort in a high-pitched voice. All three of them backed into the wall behind them. Both of Harry's friends were trembling with fear and were starting to cry. Harry suddenly felt cold, as if a Dementor was approaching him. "Let me show you a bit of the room."
He snapped his bony fingers and all the torches lit up. Harry, trying to clutch Ron or Hermione's hand (he was in the middle), looked at the lit-up room. It was all limestone, and it was fantastically carved with shapes of Glory's and Lord Voldemort's heads and figures. At every corner, there was a carving of both of them back-to-back with very evil looks. The carvings on the other sides of the room had carvings of scenes, such as Lord Voldemort surrounded by his Death Eaters who were kneeling down to him. Harry looked up on the ceiling, to see the engraving of the Dark Mark, although it wasn't what it used to look like. The skull with the serpent-tongue was slightly different, for the skull had glowing-red eyes with the shape of stars in them, and a large crown above the skull.
"Do you like the new Dark Mark?" questioned Lord Voldemort with an evil chuckle. "I modified it to use in 2 years..."
"I-I- I d-don't get it," stuttered Harry.
"You really think that my spirit just seeped out of my decapitated body and flew away to the Malfoys' estate to conjure up an evil plan? I don't think so. I waited until Glory was the only one near my slaughtered body. I seeped into her mind, and possessed it. It was my body now."
Harry suddenly thought of how Lord Voldemort was a parasite in Professor Quirrell's body. Could he be doing the same thing to Glory?
"She's possessed..." trembled Hermione. "She's possessed by your spirit!"
"Yes, you're catching on," said Lord Voldemort. "You're finally catching on. So now you understand that all the times you've seen my shadows, it was really Glory... That's probably why you might have thought that the dark figure during the meeting in the Forbidden Forest during the Christmas holidays was female. All these times, I've been working through Glory. All these times...
"Of course, I couldn't take over her body with just the spirit. I wanted some of my powers and energy. I made her suck up just a bit of my energy from my dead body, which is what I made her do for Cho Chang's and the four Ravenclaw girls' attacks."
"You made her use the Sucking Incantation!" gasped Hermione. "Why didn't I know? I read it somewhere, that it was an ancient Incantation that only those as powerful as Wizard or Witch Monarchs could use. It acted like the Venimi Monstro, and could suck up another person's blood, power and fat. Why didn't I see it before? Malfoy wasn't using Glory's powers, Glory was using her own! No wonder she was so powerful afterwards! Then, w-why was s-she so w-weak the d-day before?"
"She, well at that moment, I, was trying to figure out my plan to destroy Cho. I didn't want her ruining my plans to successfully take over her body and become a Magic Monarch! And of course... for personal reasons..."
"That's why you attacked my girlfriend?" shouted Harry in anger. "THAT'S WHY YOU DID THAT TO HER?"
"There are more reasons, Harry Potter," spoke Lord Voldemort. "There are other reasons that you never knew and would maybe want to make you 'break up with your innocent girlfriend'."
"What?"
"She didn't want to be your girlfriend because she loved you! She wanted to get all the publicity. Glory heard Cho talking to her friends of how easy it was to fool you, and to use you! Oh, it wasn't only me who wanted revenge on her! And as I said before, there are more personal reasons... which I won't tell you!"
Harry felt a burning pain in his heart for what Lord Voldemort said. Lies, they're all lies! thought Harry. Lord Voldemort, nor Glory know how Cho is really like. She loves me, and I love her! But then, could it really be that she said those things? He didn't think about it, and questioned Lord Voldemort.
"What are the personal reasons?"
"I told you already, I won't tell you!" shouted Lord Voldemort.
"You're lying. What you said are all lies."
"Well, suit yourself."
"B-but th-there were a-ashes at the scene," stuttered Ron.
"Oh, I left that, did I? Sometimes the way Glory apparates can leave a bit of ashes on the ground. It can get quite irritating."
"Of course, she told us when we came out of the Forbidden Forest!" said Hermione.
"D-do you h-h-have a-all c-control over G-Glory?" stuttered Ron again, who was completely frightened.
"No, I don't. There were a few times when I controlled her, and when she controlled herself. Usually, when I was on my own business and when Glory seemed a bit 'mean'... I was in control. Otherwise, she controlled herself."
"If you could control what Glory did, why did you kidnap the hypnotist?" asked Harry.
"I used it to hypnotize these Death Eaters," said Lord Voldemort, pointing to Malfoy and Professor Luigi. "These are a few of my new Death Eaters. I was fed up with my other ones. They were old and not so strong anymore. I wanted Death Eaters who were younger and stronger, and wouldn't be obvious to the public. I used my thought-to-be Death Eaters and the sons and daughters of former Death Eaters, like Draco Malfoy. I, of course, didn't want the Aurors to catch on with my plans, so I used Professor Luigi to get them off track and to slow down their research. I went on Glory's hippigryph to snatch the hypnotist and to use it on Professor Luigi and Draco Malfoy."
Harry looked at Professor Luigi and Draco Malfoy, who looked as if they were in a trance. Harry then noticed that they were in chains. Harry had no idea that it wasn't Draco Malfoy and Lord Voldemort who were the masterminds behind this. It was Glory and Lord Voldemort.
"Why not Lucius Malfoy? Didn't he have anything to do with this?"
"Not as much as you thought. He later found out what his son was doing and was completely shocked. He wasn't sure if his son should do it, but after a few talks, he went along with the plan."
"So, what's the big plan?" questioned Harry. "What is it?"
"I was planning to take over Glory's body, so I would be more powerful than I ever was. I would be crowned, with my faithful Death Eater, Draco Malfoy, beside me. After a year or so after the coronation ceremony, I will have finally taken over Glory's body, and would rule with more power than I ever had. I have not only my supreme powers, but the majestic and overruling powers of the Princess. Then, I would be most powerful and rule above all other, and I would no doubt end the Prophecy, and defeat you, Harry Potter!"
"So the Princesses' Birthday Ball attack was to injure those who stood in your way against ruling, you tried to destroy Dumbledore because he was one of your enemies and would maybe noticed that you weren't really his great-great-great-granddaughter, and you got Glory's father attacked because he stood in your way to be with your faithful Death Eater."
"You catch on very quickly, Potter. I used Ginny Weasley to help with letting my Death Eaters inside Hogwarts with the help of Glory's four friends. They pretended that they were sick for the night, and Ginny pretended she ran off crying because of Malfoy. Malfoy and Professor Luigi left to help my Death Eaters. I guess Ginny Weasley was right when she said that she felt as if she knew Glory before."
"Ginny!" gasped Ron, remembering how Tom Riddle used Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets.
"And I suppose you know why I kidnapped the businessman in Chile and stole the Luxark Diamond?"
"He was a very powerful man," spoke Harry, "and he had control over a lot of magical products. You stole the Luxark Diamond to bring back your pet, Nagini."
"Almost close," chuckled Lord Voldemort. "The business of Chile was in fact, a very good friend of Princess Glory as he was powerful, and if he found out that I was turning evil, he could turn against me. Besides, with him finding out that the Luxark Diamond was missing, they could report it sooner. It would be better off to take him and the Diamond. You were right about why I stole the Diamond though."
"And the Potion of the Undead, you're trying to restore yourself to full strength inside Glory. You're trying to keep yourself alive with that potion."
"Yes, that's correct. You will not believe how painful it is to try and control such a powerful witch. I needed that potion to keep myself from disappearing, and to grow stronger so that I would soon take over her."
"Why exactly her?" questioned Harry. "Why Glory?"
"Isn't it obvious? She's so strong and smart, and in my opinion a lot more powerful than her sister. Besides, her sister was too weak and too good. Glory was into the Dark Arts, and I knew it. She was also trying to create the Potion of the Undead, and it would be perfect for my plan."
"She knew the Dark Arts? She was into that?"
"She was starting to have a liking for the Dark Arts. She studied rigorously about the Defence Against the Dark Arts and wondered more about the interesting subject of the Dark Arts themselves. It was a whole new world to her, so exciting, and so powerful. She couldn't take her eyes of those Dark Art books she read.
"Besides, I like Glory a lot better than Joy. I mean, stiletto heels? Of course, if one of the twins was a boy, I would choose the boy. Believe me, there are some icky things about being inside a female body you will not believe! All those female teenage hormones and the crushes on Draco Malfoy... They made me seem a bit ga-
"Anyway, I guess you have to suffer a bit to get power. I suffered before you made me lose my powers! Of course, there are a bit of perks to looking this beautiful... and she is quite charming I suppose..."
"You have a crush on her," chuckled Harry. "You have a crush on Glory."
Lord Voldemort, who had an evil smile on his skull-face, had suddenly looked insulted and raging angry.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, you think Glory's beautiful, smart and wonderful... Admit it! You have a crush- "
"SILENCE!!!!!" he shouted. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS RUBBISH!!! I, LORD VOLDEMORT, DO NOT HAVE CRUSHES ON PATHETIC TEENAGE GIRLS!!!!"
"And why do you think we're not going to get out of here safely?" questioned Harry, feeling less frightened the more he talked to Lord Voldemort. "Princess Joy is right here, and I'm not sure if you've noticed, but she's a Witch Monarch too! She could beat you instantly!"
Lord Voldemort let out a cackle from his chair.
"You think, you really think so?"
"Think what?"
"You really think that I haven't planned this out so thoroughly? Potter, I don't think I was clear about who my Death Eaters were. Let me show you again. These two are my Death Eaters," he said, as he pointed Malfoy and Professor Luigi, who hadn't said anything or given any reaction (they were still in their trance), "and so is she," he said, as he pointed his skeleton-finger at Joy.
Harry shot a glance at Joy, who hadn't said anything nor given a reaction to anything to what was happening. She looked exactly like Malfoy and Professor Luigi. Harry, who had felt so proud of himself, had felt cold and frightened again. One of his best friends, was a Death Eater? She had used them to get all their secrets... She betrayed them... Or did she? She was hypnotized, but how could he have poured his soul to her?
"How did you?" questioned Harry angrily. "HOW?"
"Don't you remember that time she was sick? She wasn't sick, she was attacked! I hypnotized her and incrusted my Dark Mark on her arm. She didn't remember a thing. She didn't exactly know that she was a Death Eater though, and in a way she did. She sensed that something was going wrong, and she tried to tell you a few times. She couldn't though, because I made her head burn furiously."
"That's why she had those headaches?" questioned Ron.
"Yes, and she also had burning feelings in her arm because of the Dark Mark. She tried continuously to tell you, and I had to punish her all those times."
"P-punish her?" asked Hermione.
"I had to punish her for what she did. Joy, show them the scars."
Joy automatically lifted up the sleeve on her robe, and revealed many wounds and cuts on her arm and the new Dark Mark near her shoulder.
"Is that why she didn't want to show her skin?"
"I guess so. She was the only one in my inner circle at Hogwarts that was hard to control. All my other Death Eaters are so faithful to me, and Professor Luigi has no idea what he's doing. Malfoy knows what he was doing though, even though I had to convince him a bit more with the help of the hypnotist. He suffered the consequences when he revealed what our plans were that day..."
"So he did tell her the secrets?"
"Yes, he revealed it to Glory. I was furious he had done it, and was a bit frightened what would have happened. She turned to look at a mirror in the classroom, and saw my face. How dreadful..."
"I still think Glory will find out what you're doing and will destroy you some way," said Harry. "She predicted your attack, so she can predict this!"
A large howl and cackle ringed in the stone chamber and shook Harry's soul. It seemed so similar to the laugh that he remembered when Lord Voldemort killed his parents... the horror...
"Ha! You really think that she predicted the attack, that with her mighty psychic powers she stopped me in my tracks to destroy her and her sister?" chuckled Lord Voldemort. "Oh Harry, you were so wrong. Just to think, I did the same thing to you last year...."
"What?" questioned Harry.
"Potter, your memory is so short. Don't you remember when I sent you a vision in your dream that Sirius was being tortured? Do you remember that?"
Harry did remember that. Lord Voldemort had abused Harry and his ability to see what he saw, did and felt by sending Harry a vision in his sleep that Voldemort was torturing Sirius to get him a weapon that was hidden in the Ministry of Magic. Lord Voldemort knew that Harry always wanted to be the hero. He was used and mistreated because of it, and had suffered a great consequence because of it. Because he was at the Ministry, the Order of the Phoenix, including his dear godfather, tried to save him, and his godfather... went through the veil...
His soul and body trembled in sorrow for the death of his godfather and how awful a thing Lord Voldemort had abused his gift, and thought, Did he really do the same thing to Glory? Did Lord Voldemort abuse Glory's psychic abilities, power and leadership to fight for her subjects, like he had done to me?
"I- I remember..." he said trembling. "You did the same to Glory?"
"In a way, yes. You see, Glory doesn't know Occlumency. It's one of her greatest weaknesses, yet to my advantage, it was my greatest strength against her. Joy told you so, and she suffered deeply for it. I sent her a little 'vision' as you may call it, that I would make a surprise attack in Sicily. She, being 'the Princess and future leader of the wizarding world', had to do something," he said, in a laughing, sarcastic voice. "They got ready for war and such, following my plan exactly..."
So she was abused like he had been. Harry felt so sorry for Glory, that so many things that he had suffered last year, was being repeated with Glory.
"But it was true," said Harry. "You did make an attack."
"Of course I did. It was a part of my plan, and it was in my plan to lose too."
"I don't get it, what's the plan?"
"You're not as smart as you think, Potter! My plan was to have a war with Glory so that the whole world would think I would be defeated, yet I would really be controlling their leader. I was planning to die, though I knew I wouldn't really die. The Prophecy was right; only you could kill me, not Glory nor Joy. They might have killed my body, but my spirit will never die."
"Why was it so important for you to leave your body?" questioned Harry.
"Potter, you've seen me many times. I was weak in physical shape. I was nothing but a skeleton. Sure, my powers and mind were as strong as ever, but my body was aging so. I needed a stronger body. If you do have a gift, Potter, it might as well be youth. My physical shape was shrivelled and worthless, I needed a more athletic and stronger body. That's one of the major reasons why I needed to live in Glory. She was so strong in power, body and mind, and she could leave for over a thousands years! She doesn't even need the Elixir of Life to live so long... I needed it, I needed it so much... Well, since that's all cleared out, Joy can lock you up."
"What?" they all questioned, as Joy, with a wave of her wand, made them slam to the wall as heavy handcuffs clamped them in place. They struggled to get out, but there was no use.
"W-why a-are y-you d-d-doing t-this?" stuttered Ron in terror as he struggled to get out. Both Hermione and Ron were weeping and moaning. Harry, who had been in the situation more than once, wasn't as scared as they were.
"What else do you think I'm going to do?" shouted Lord Voldemort in annoyance. "I'm going to kill you all! Do you think Joy brought you down here to have a nice cup of tea? NO! She brought you down here so I could kill you all! The three people who threaten me the most are you, Harry Potter, and your two friends. Always trying to figure out my schemes, always on my trail! With my new powers and body, I can kill a whole army with the wave of my wand!
"But first, I'll bring back my pet. Joy, bring here the ingredients and the Luxark Diamond! And Luigi, bring here the cauldron. Malfoy, bring your snake!"
Joy and Professor Luigi quickly opened a few chests in the corner of the room and brought back a giant cauldron, a small potions chest and large, magnificent, sparkling diamond that laid on a purple pillow in a glass case. It was as big as a small melon, though it was in the shape of a droplet. It glowed and shimmered in the flickering light of the torches. In another corner from a large basket, Malfoy brought out the long snake that Joy and him had seen him with before.
"What are you going to do with it?" questioned Harry angrily, his arms aching from hanging on the wall.
"I'm going to make this small snake bigger and better than my pet," he chuckled.
Professor Luigi bowed down to Lord Voldemort and laid down the cauldron in front of the chair and put the chest aside, opening it to reveal quantities of very many rare potion ingredients. With a few waves of his hand, he conjured up a fire underneath the cauldron and some boiling water in the cauldron as well. Joy, who also bowed down, opened the glass case and took out the Luxark Diamond, which shimmered in the boiling water. Malfoy also bowed down and showed Lord Voldemort the snake he got from the basket.
"Excellent, Malfoy!" said Lord Voldemort. "Put it in the cauldron." Malfoy lowered the snake gently into the cauldron as it slithered violently. "Now, put in the Electrocuted Ashwinder brain into the pot."
Harry remembered he and Ron had seen a bottle of it in the stone room where he had found the Potion of the Undead. Professor Luigi took out the exact same bottle and poured a mushy, burnt and green liquid into the pot. Lord Voldemort demanded Professor Luigi to put in various different ingredients, while Malfoy stirred the pot with a large spoon and Joy held the Luxark Diamond patiently at the side. Once the potion was sizzling with a green, scaly texture at the surface with the snake moving inside it, Lord Voldemort called Joy for the gem.
"Joy, it is time for the Luxark Diamond," demanded Voldemort, as Joy bowed down once again and handed the stone into his bony hands. He dipped it gently into the mixture with an evil smile on his face. In Parsletongue, he said an incantation. "My dearest pet, a giant snake, may you be summoned into this serpent and be made anew. You will come back with more powers than you did before, and you will be by my side as I return to power."
The stone suddenly turned bright yellow as the cauldron shook violently. Suddenly, a giant serpent's head shot out of the potion with the rest of its slimy body following it out of the cauldron. It was bigger than it had been before (bigger than Malfoy's snake and Lord Voldemort's former snake). It had the same Slytherin-green colour as it did before, with the two purple and yellow stripes down its back. Although this time, there were spikes down its back and its eyes were blood-red, just like Lord Voldemort. Its fangs were as long as butcher knives, and by just looking at it, Harry and his two trapped friends shivered in horror.
The giant serpent slithered around the room, finally free from the cauldron, and curled itself up near the elevated chair that Lord Voldemort was sitting on.
"My serpent, my pet," said Lord Voldemort, as he stroked the slimy head of the serpent. "You've finally come. We should kill the three students now, shouldn't we?"
Voldemort easily stepped off the chair, stretched a bit while cracking his neck, outstretched his arm and put his hand on Joy's head.
"Suckurus incantious," he said.
Suddenly, a burst of light went through his arm and into Joy's head as he trembled. A large sucking noise was heard throughout the room. Joy's eyes turned white and her whole entire body shook, as a glowing light went from Joy's body into Voldemort. The Dark Lord lifted his hand from her head as she dropped onto the floor, unconscious.
"YOU KILLED HER?!" shouted Ron.
"No, I didn't. I just wanted a bit of her energy to reassure that I was strong enough to use the Sucking Incantation on all of you, as I just did to Joy. She'll be all right. Besides, I wouldn't want her snapping out of her trance and trying to save you, would I? First, I'll suck Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger dry."
He pulled out Glory's golden wand as he approached closer to the wall they were clamped to. Hermione and Ron burst out crying and tried to escape. Moans and cries saying, 'No, please don't kill us!' came out of them, so Harry tried to do something to help them. He tried to escape, but he couldn't.
"Don't kill them, kill me!" shouted Harry. "They don't deserve to die!"
"Harry, no!" said Hermione, her face red with tears. "If there's anyone who shouldn't die, it's you!"
"Don't even think about saving your friends," said Lord Voldemort in his awful cackle. "I'll kill you once I've finished with them."
"I guess this is goodbye," said Ron, turning to Harry. "It's been great knowing you, and I hope somehow you escape."
"These 6 years have been the best years of my life, Harry!" said Hermione. "Goodbye..."
"No, you can't! You're not going to die!"
"Of course they are!" shouted Lord Voldemort. "Locko releasis!"
Ron and Hermione's handcuffs released them which made them drop onto the floor with a hard and painful slam. They tried to run away from him and take out their wands, yet with his new and stronger body, he was able to catch them before they could escape and take away their wands. He clutched his hands onto their heads as they wept and howled violently.
Harry couldn't stand the sight playing before him that moment. He tried to get his wand or do something, but there was no use. He started to cry too. He couldn't let his friends suffer right before his eyes. He had already lost so many people in his life who were killed right before him, and he didn't want his two best friends to suffer the same way.
"NO!! DON'T KILL THEM!!!!" he cried.
Lord Voldemort, cackling even more, completely ignored Harry's cry. With his hands tightly on their heads, he said the incantation.
"Suckurus incantious!" he said.
Just like Joy, light shot out from his arms with a sucking sound. Ron and Hermione's eyes rolled until their eyes were only white, and their bodies trembled a great deal more than Joy's. Harry could see them shrivelling up before his eyes and light passing from their bodies to the Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort cackled unstoppably and threw them onto the floor. Harry saw his friends, lying dead-still on the floor. They were as pale as death, and they were almost shrivelled to the bone. He burst into tears, looking at his dead friends.
"YOU KILLED THEM!" shouted Harry in absolute rage. "YOU MONSTER!!!! YOU FILTH! YOU-"
"Enough with the shouting and let's get on with your death," said Lord Voldemort. "There are still a few bodily juices in them, so they have a couple of more minutes holding onto the tiny morsel of life they have."
He released Harry from the handcuffs as he fell down on the hard floor with a large thud. Harry, finally free, tried to run away from Lord Voldemort, and successfully escaped from his clutches to the other side of the chamber. He looked around and tried to find a way out, but there wasn't any. He finally found a large door on one side of the room. He rushed to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He was trapped. Realizing he had his wand, he took it out from his robes.
"Get him!" said Lord Voldemort in Parseltongue to the snake, and understanding his coming, the serpent unravelled itself from its curled-up position and slithered rapidly over to Harry.
Harry tried to run away, but the snake's tail curled around his waist. He tried to punch it and cast a spell to kill the snake, but he couldn't. By the end of his muscular tail, he hurled Harry fiercely onto the wall, losing his grip on his wand and letting it go. He smashed onto the wall so brutally that he felt some bones in his body smash. In pain, he tried to get up, but he couldn't; he was too weak.
Lord Voldemort picked up Harry's wand and put it in his black hooded robe.
"You won't be needing this anymore," he chuckled. He slowly approached Harry, his arms stretched out. "You'll be with your parents, your friends and your godfather again very soon!"
Harry tried to move, but he was in so much pain that he could barely do anything. Lord Voldemort's hand clutched onto Harry's head. I'm going to die now, thought Harry. This is how the Prophecy ends. I still don't even know my secret power yet. Lord Voldemort mumbled the incantation, and suddenly a bitter, icy-cold feeling spread from the top of Harry's head to his body. He trembled like madness and he shivered with every inch of his body. It felt as if everything from his body was being sucked out and crushed. Was this how death felt like? Quickly, it stopped. Harry looked around to see that nothing was wrong. The icy-feeling had stopped. Was he already dead?
Harry looked in front of him, and saw Lord Voldemort bundled up in a corner, screeching in pain. Lord Voldemort's/Glory's body started to quiver, and the Dark Lord had a confused look on his monstrous face.
"What's happening to me?" he questioned harshly, as he tried to get up. "This has never happened before! I'll try again!"
He gripped his hand quickly onto Harry's head, with the same horrible feeling inside coming inside him, but it stopped rapidly. Lord Voldemort's face and hands, which were once bone-white, were becoming red and swollen, and veins began to pop out. He studied his hands in shock, and slowly felt his face.
"THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN TO ME!" he shouted angrily. He stumbled up, clutched his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry knew what he was going to do next. This was the end... "The Sucking Incantation might not work on you, but Avada Kedavra will certainly kill you! Avada Ked- AAHh!!!!"
A blinding white light shot out from the wand and burnt Lord Voldemort's hand. He hurriedly clutched his hand to himself, as it throbbed with fury. With a small quiver, Voldemort fell down onto the ground. He clutched his head as he tried to stand up. He couldn't, so he laid on the floor, trying to rise up once in a while. Harry could tell he was in more pain than he ever felt before.
"This... isn't... what... I planned!" he shouted. Harry looked at his enemy's face, and his once red eyes turned completely black as he shivered and trembled even more. "Grr.. I- AAAH!"
He collapsed unconscious on the floor and suddenly shots of light came out of him which filled the room immediately. The beams of light shot at Harry, and quickly his body felt much better. A large burst of light shot at the gigantic chair which slammed right into the snake that made it bash into the wall; it fell unconscious. A shot of light sped at Joy, who slowly woke up from lying on the floor. Professor Luigi and Malfoy were shot with light, and they were instantly awoken from their trances. Realizing what was happening, they ducked down.
Harry watched as very many shots of life slammed into Ron and Hermione's lifeless bodies, and it was like looking at an airless balloon being filled up with air. The skinny, pruned corpses healed into how Ron and Hermione normally looked. Harry saw their bodies twitch. He ran swiftly to Ron and Hermione, his happiness overcoming his pain, and knelt down next to them. He pinched their wrists, and he gladly felt beating pulses.
"They're not dead!" he shouted gladly, as he hugged them. Slowly, Hermione opened her eyes and stared blankly at Harry.
"H-Harry? What happened?" she asked.
"You're alive! Something amazing happened! I don't know what, but now everyone's back to normal!"
Hermione tried to lift herself up from the floor and quickly hugged Harry.
"It's so glad to be alive!" she said, with many tears streaming down her face.
"I know, Hermione!" said Harry happily. "I know!"
Ron opened his eyes eventually and looked wide-eyed at everything. Stumbling, he got up.
"Is this heaven? Where am I?"
"You're still in the chamber, Ron!" said Hermione. "We're still alive!"
"W-what?" asked Ron, looking at them in surprise. "I-I can't believe it! We're alive!"
They all hugged each other happily. Harry had never felt so happy to be alive. He looked at Professor Luigi and Malfoy, who stood up from ducking from the lights.
"Where am I?" questioned Professor Luigi, scratching his head and looking confusingly around the chamber. "Did I drink too much of that imported wine, or is this a strange dream after eating those sausages? Draco Malfoy, what are you doing here?"
"I think I know what this is," said Malfoy. "I'll tell you late- GLORY!"
Malfoy rushed over to Glory's body, which had returned to how it looked before. She was lying perfectly still on the ground, lifeless, with Voldemort's black hooded cloak covering her. Malfoy quickly lowered down the hood and revealed that Glory was bone-white like Voldemort.
"Glory, please wake up!" he shouted, trying to wake her up. "Please!"
An amazing look appeared on Malfoy's face that Harry had never seen before. His eyes became watery, and he clutched Glory's hands to his heart. He looked at her in a loving and caring way. Malfoy looked exactly like how Harry looked like when Cho was attacked. Harry started to feel a bit of sympathy for him. He knew how it was like to almost lose his girlfriend in such an awful way.
Professor Luigi, absolutely stunned at Glory's state, put a finger to her throat and tried to feel her pulse.
"I feel her pulse," said Professor Luigi. "She has a heartbeat. I think she's going to be okay. How did she become like this?"
"I'm not too sure, Professor," said Malfoy. "We should just get her to the hospital wing as soon as possible. Hold her by the legs while I pick her up from the arms."
"All right," said Professor Luigi, picking up Glory from her legs and starting to carry her. "This is just such a strange place, and all the carvings of - Is that who I think it is? It's so- Oh my goodness! What is that huge snake doing there?"
Professor Luigi stumbled across the huge snake lying unconscious in the chamber.
"I think I know what that is," said Malfoy. "I'll tell you all this later. You're the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, you should know about things like this!"
"Draco, I do know about large snakes like that," said Luigi. "It's just the fact that it's in this... place... and that it looks so much like one of my cousins! Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger," said Professor Luigi, realizing they were in the room too, "what are you three doing here?"
"It's a long story," said Harry, as they all got up from the floor.
"Oh dear, I see Princess Joy is here too," said Professor Luigi, as Joy got up from the ground.
"Hello everyone," she said, rubbing her head of blonde locks and looking around the room. "Where am I?"
"That's what I've been asking Mr. Malfoy all this time!" said Luigi.
"I'll tell you afterwards!" repeated Malfoy.
"Will all of you be all right down here?"
"Don't worry, I'm here!" said Joy. "You don't have anything to wo- What happened to my sister?"
"We're not too sure," said Malfoy. "We'll get this all cleared up afterwards."
"Come on, let's go," said Professor Luigi, as Malfoy and him carried Glory (which was very hard) up the large stairs to the hospital wing. Joy hurried over to where her friends were.
"Hi everyone! I'm not too sure- Oh no, I think I know why I'm here," said Joy, as she rubbed her arm where the Dark Mark tattoo was. "I am so sorry. I wanted to tell you all everything, but I couldn't!"
"We know," said Hermione. "Lord Voldemort told us."
"Oh my goodness! You talked to him?"
"We did more than talk," said Ron. "We were almost killed by him!"
"OH MY GOODNESS! I am so sorry. It's all my fault. I-"
"You had to obey him," said Harry. "You were severely beaten if you weren't, and you were hypnotized. You don't have to apologize to us."
"I feel like I have to! Oh, if it wasn't for- AAHH!"
"You saw the giant snake?"
"How could I not?"
"I think we should get out of here," said Hermione.
"Wait a minute," said Joy. "I think we should do something."
Joy walked over to the large entrance with holes in it that Harry tried to open at the back of the chamber, and said an Unlocking Charm, which opened it. It revealed a small cell with a wooden bench and two prisoners that hurried out. They gasped for air and looked at everyone in shock. One wizard looked Spanish and had torn business robes on. The other wizard had a monocle and looked familiar to a photo Harry had seen in The Daily Prophet.
"It's the business man from Chile and the hypnotist!" shouted Hermione. Harry walked up to the poor souls to see if they were all right.
"Are you both all right ?" asked Harry, scared what their reaction would be.
"Gracias! Gracias tanto por liberarnos!" said the Spanish business man from Chile. "Puedo finalmente respirar sin aspirar en ese polvo horrible! Estamos libres!"
"What did he say?" asked Harry.
"He's thanking you for freeing us," explained the hypnotist in a Manchester accent. He shook Harry's hand in happiness. "I would also love to thank you, for freeing me from that awful cell! The name's John Hypwell, one of the world's most famous hypnotists. I assume you heard of my kidnapping, and Mr. Chico Belroni's kidnapping as well. It's very glad to meet you Mr.-" His eyes darted at Harry's forehead and a remarkable smile spread across his face. "You're Harry Potter!"
"Yes, I am," admitted Harry.
"Qué?" questioned the business. "Usted malo decir que esta persona es Harry Potter, el muchacho que vivió de Usted-Saber-Que?"
"Yes it is," said Mr. Hypwell. He whispered into Harry's ear. "After being locked up with him for months, I managed to pick up some Spanish."
"Hello, Mr. Belroni," said Harry, as he shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"A pleasuro to meeta me?" asked the business man in rough English. "Muchacho, es un placer satisfacerle! He esperado así que de largo ser libre y yo soñaba siempre el día que usted, Harry Potter, nos ahorraría ambos de esa persona horrible!"
"What did he say?" asked Ron.
"He said that it was more of a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter. He had waited so long to be free and he always dreamt of the day that you would save us both from that horrible person."
"You'ra mi hero!" said Mr. Belroni.
"I agree with that!" said Mr. Hypwell.
Harry stood and thought about the translation Mr. Hypwell had given him, and what Mr. Belroni had said. They had waited the day for him, Harry Potter, to save them, and he was their hero! He thought back to how his friends had always said that he was always trying to be the hero. After listening to what the two men said, he thought to himself how great it did feel that he was the hero.
"I'm a hero," he said, mumbling to himself.
"Yeah, you are," said Joy.
"You're our heroes too," said Hermione.
"But I didn't really do anything," said Harry. "It just happened."
"We don't care," said Ron. "It's not just this that makes you our hero, Harry! You might not have known what happened to destroy Lord Vo-"
"Oh mi calidad!" yelped Mr. Belroni. "No pronuncie ese nombre!"
"Fine," sighed Ron. "You might not have known what happened to destroy You-Know-Who, but you did battle Tom Riddle and Professor Quirrell and all the other times!"
"We wouldn't have gotten this far without you," said Hermione.
"Thanks," sighed Harry.
"Oh dear, and you're Princess Joy, aren't you?" said the hypnotist to Joy. "I don't think we were well-acquainted. I'm so sorry I had to hypnotize you like that, but he was going to kill me if- "
"It's okay," said Joy. "There's no one here to blame. Only Lo-... You-Know-Who is to blame for all this."
"Exactly!" said Hermione.
"Eee!" yelped Mr. Belroni, pointing at the huge snake. Both wizards jumped in fear and ran to the wall.
"You-Know-Who used your Luxark Diamond to bring back his 'pet'," said Harry.
"Oh mi goodnessa!" exclaimed Mr. Belroni.
Suddenly, Harry felt wobbly, as if he was swaying gently. Slowly, he swayed and fell to the ground... and everything turned black...
Disclaimer: I didn't want to say this before because it would have ruined the surprise: I got the idea of the Sucking Incantation from an episode of Smallville that this girl got so hungry after drinking this mutant smoothie that she sucked up any living thing she tried to get her hands on, including a deer, which turned into venison (deer meat) jerky! Yeah, so I was inspired by that.
Author's Note: So, did ya like it? I'm not going to do a recap next chapter of THAT, because it would be SO LONG to explain. Oh, and that Spanish that Mr. Belroni spoke? I don't know Spanish, but I do know about online translators! (Hehehe.....) PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!