A/N: Wow, see I told you I was continuing the story! Two chappies in one night. I'm
on a roll :)
Chapter Four
Disclaimer: I see no JK Rowling. I hear no JK Rowling. I am no JK Rowling. I donut
own Harry Potter.
Harry found himself in a place stranger than any he had been in before. It was a
place void of time and space. Looking around him he saw colors every changing in
ripple-like designs almost like liquid metal. And he, Harry was in the center of it.
Without warning Harry was abruptly in a room with grey cement walls. It
reminded him of a warehouse only it was filled with the remains of everything from the
Great Hall. Bits of bodies lay scattered about, they were as grey as the walls and the
sight of them made the boy feel sick to his stomach.
"Harry!" Ron's voice echoed across the room. "Come quick!"
Harry rushed, dodging things right and left-exactly what things he didn't want to
ponder.
"I'm here," Harry said breathlessly. "What's going on? Have you found Ginny?"
Harry looked to Hermione's tear streaked face. "Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked
voice full of concern.
"Ha!" She sniffed. "What's wrong?!? We're surrounded by our dead
classmates! What could be MORE WRONG?" Hermione turned to Ron and buried her
face in his shirt.
Ron didn't quite know what to do; he patted Hermione's back a bit awkwardly,
shrugging at Harry.
Eventually Hermione collected herself and Harry looked at Ron expectantly,
waiting for an explanation to why he had called him so urgently across the room.
Ron looked rather sheepish. "We weren't sure what had happened to you, we
were afraid that we were the only two that made it here. Fred and George aren't here…"
The boy looked around wearily.
"Alright then," Harry started, assuming the role of the leader of the group as he so
often did in times of peril. "I would say we should spread out, but there's too much of a
risk that we'd get separated. Stay close and come along now-we have to look for
Ginny!"
And so that is what they did, searching the cold, emotionless room filled with
horrors from top to bottom.
Finally, Hermione's voice sounded through the air. "I-I think I've found her."
The girl called and Harry and Ron came sprinting towards her.
"Yes, it is her!" Ron said, happy to have found his younger sister. The boy
crouched down beside her. "It's Ginny and she has a pulse, she's alive!"
Deep within a forest inside a underground fortress which was unplottable sat the
most evil of wizards. He cackled, deep in thought about things to come.
His red eyes gazed downward, resting upon a paper held in hand. Lord
Voldemort was extremely happy about what he saw on that piece of paper.
"Everything is going according to plan, the ancient spells are breaking, Hogwarts
is falling apart." His lips twisted in what one would assume to be a smile, his hand
stroked the snake hissing at his side. "Soon muggles will be able to see the place and
then…mass chaos shall follow."
Voldemort rose slowly and turned to face the death eater who had brought him the
information.
"You have down well, Malfoy. I know the news of your son's death made you
doubt me, but obviously you have chosen the right course." Lord Voldemort stared
Lucious Malfoy in the eye, his hand clamped rather tightly on his shoulder. "Let you stay
on that course."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione bent down beside Ron and inspected Ginny, a look on uncertainty and
fear upon the 17 year old's face.
"I think she'll be ok." Hermione said, visibly relieved. Ron was busily moving
things away from his sister to make her more comfortable.
"Are you sure she's alright?" Harry asked, face wrought with tension.
"Yes," Hermione said firmly. "All her vitals are steady and she doesn't seem to
be hurt too badly…"
Ron looked down at Ginny and said. "So how long d'you think until she wakes
up?"
"I guess we'll find out." Answered Hermione.
Harry was too anxious to simply sit there waiting, he decided to rummage around
and look for more survivors. "I'll be off then, call me if she wakes. Who knows, maybe
she wasn't the only one who lived."
There was so much rubble made from bits of candles and tables, not to mention
plates and glasses that Harry found that to find anyone would be a nearly impossible task-
it was a miracle they had found Ginny!
That's when he heard it, a low groan and the sound of wood being pushed away.
Harry spun around and found to his utter disbelief a badly battered Draco Malfoy, and he
was still alive!
A/N: Now then, REVIEW OR BE DOOOMMMMMEEEDDDDD :)
on a roll :)
Chapter Four
Disclaimer: I see no JK Rowling. I hear no JK Rowling. I am no JK Rowling. I donut
own Harry Potter.
Harry found himself in a place stranger than any he had been in before. It was a
place void of time and space. Looking around him he saw colors every changing in
ripple-like designs almost like liquid metal. And he, Harry was in the center of it.
Without warning Harry was abruptly in a room with grey cement walls. It
reminded him of a warehouse only it was filled with the remains of everything from the
Great Hall. Bits of bodies lay scattered about, they were as grey as the walls and the
sight of them made the boy feel sick to his stomach.
"Harry!" Ron's voice echoed across the room. "Come quick!"
Harry rushed, dodging things right and left-exactly what things he didn't want to
ponder.
"I'm here," Harry said breathlessly. "What's going on? Have you found Ginny?"
Harry looked to Hermione's tear streaked face. "Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked
voice full of concern.
"Ha!" She sniffed. "What's wrong?!? We're surrounded by our dead
classmates! What could be MORE WRONG?" Hermione turned to Ron and buried her
face in his shirt.
Ron didn't quite know what to do; he patted Hermione's back a bit awkwardly,
shrugging at Harry.
Eventually Hermione collected herself and Harry looked at Ron expectantly,
waiting for an explanation to why he had called him so urgently across the room.
Ron looked rather sheepish. "We weren't sure what had happened to you, we
were afraid that we were the only two that made it here. Fred and George aren't here…"
The boy looked around wearily.
"Alright then," Harry started, assuming the role of the leader of the group as he so
often did in times of peril. "I would say we should spread out, but there's too much of a
risk that we'd get separated. Stay close and come along now-we have to look for
Ginny!"
And so that is what they did, searching the cold, emotionless room filled with
horrors from top to bottom.
Finally, Hermione's voice sounded through the air. "I-I think I've found her."
The girl called and Harry and Ron came sprinting towards her.
"Yes, it is her!" Ron said, happy to have found his younger sister. The boy
crouched down beside her. "It's Ginny and she has a pulse, she's alive!"
Deep within a forest inside a underground fortress which was unplottable sat the
most evil of wizards. He cackled, deep in thought about things to come.
His red eyes gazed downward, resting upon a paper held in hand. Lord
Voldemort was extremely happy about what he saw on that piece of paper.
"Everything is going according to plan, the ancient spells are breaking, Hogwarts
is falling apart." His lips twisted in what one would assume to be a smile, his hand
stroked the snake hissing at his side. "Soon muggles will be able to see the place and
then…mass chaos shall follow."
Voldemort rose slowly and turned to face the death eater who had brought him the
information.
"You have down well, Malfoy. I know the news of your son's death made you
doubt me, but obviously you have chosen the right course." Lord Voldemort stared
Lucious Malfoy in the eye, his hand clamped rather tightly on his shoulder. "Let you stay
on that course."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione bent down beside Ron and inspected Ginny, a look on uncertainty and
fear upon the 17 year old's face.
"I think she'll be ok." Hermione said, visibly relieved. Ron was busily moving
things away from his sister to make her more comfortable.
"Are you sure she's alright?" Harry asked, face wrought with tension.
"Yes," Hermione said firmly. "All her vitals are steady and she doesn't seem to
be hurt too badly…"
Ron looked down at Ginny and said. "So how long d'you think until she wakes
up?"
"I guess we'll find out." Answered Hermione.
Harry was too anxious to simply sit there waiting, he decided to rummage around
and look for more survivors. "I'll be off then, call me if she wakes. Who knows, maybe
she wasn't the only one who lived."
There was so much rubble made from bits of candles and tables, not to mention
plates and glasses that Harry found that to find anyone would be a nearly impossible task-
it was a miracle they had found Ginny!
That's when he heard it, a low groan and the sound of wood being pushed away.
Harry spun around and found to his utter disbelief a badly battered Draco Malfoy, and he
was still alive!
A/N: Now then, REVIEW OR BE DOOOMMMMMEEEDDDDD :)