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cautiously creeps in trying to avoid the lynch mob outside I'm really, really, really sorry! You see I had to move because of problems we won't get into, and I wasn't exactly in the best of health afterwards, and THEN I moved again, but I was without internet, and the library wouldn't let me bring any disks in or even use my laptop, so I had no way to update. BUT now, I have the internet and am fine, and had some free time, so here's at least one more chapter. Going to edit the next couple of chapters and try to upload them as well.
Thanks to all who reviewed... I can't seem to find all the emails, so I can't name you personally. Will go back to the site and do it soon. OK? Thanks. Love you guys! Enjoy!
At that moment, Harry heard the song. It was harmonic and relaxing.
Harry stared at the ring that was held before his eyes. It stopped spinning and fell flat on the floor. Harry looked at Voldemort and he noticed he could hear the song, too.
'The phoenix song...I am near the phoenix light...immortality is mine!' he grinned.
Phoenix light? Was it coming from him? Everybody seemed to think so. They were awaiting a spontaneous move from Harry but he was positive it was not coming from him.
Fawkes wasn't around either. He looked around and his eyes were stuck at a certain picture.
Hermione was rising slowly, higher and higher. She had her eyes closed with some light coming from her chest. She spoke in a voice that was not hers.
'Those who look for the light immoral reasons shall pay.' Moreover, she said this with her mouth closed. Her hair looked as though it was being blown by a strong breeze.
Voldemort had an evil grin.
'So that Mudblood is the Phoenix light!And all these years I thought it was Potter!'
Harry had no idea what he was talking about.
'I will have to draw the phoenix's immortal power from her.' he said as he cast most of the standing people to a side.
The Deatheaters were now gathering around Hermione's floating body. They were going to try and protect it until Voldemort finished with Harry...if he did...
Suddenly, there was a small, but very loud burst and a wave of invisible energy started to spread out from Hermione. It made all the Deatheaters that surrounded her unconscious. Then, Hermione, or whoever she was, spoke again.
'You cannot contain the light nor will you get it dishonestly.'
The picture was complete...or rather painting. The dragon was there, as well as the serpent. The phoenix, it seemed, just surfaced.
Voldemort, the bad guy that he is, didn't wait for Harry to let all this sink in. He quickly cast another spell.
'Helanius!'
It was as if Harry's skin was suddenly on fire. He hadn't heard of this spell before so he didn't know the counter curse. The phoenix song was slowly going.
His body felt as though it was burning from the outside, but there was no fire.
He then heard a voice so familiar and so welcoming.
'Concentrate, Harry. Focus! You can do this...for everyone that dies...you can do this.' said his father's voice.
That was all it took for him to get his strength back.
The red cloud of mist that covered Harry during the spell was fading and Voldemort noticed this. Harry's eyes, which were closed, opened suddenly and he heard the song loud and clear! The red mist was entirely gone now...
Voldemort still laughing confidently and conceitedly.
'You think that scares me, boy?'
Hermione, or the Phoenix light, made a barrier so huge, it covered the area Voldemort, Harry and her were in. She did this so they would remain undisturbed by any of the Deatheaters.
'I see your little friend's helping you, Harry. Creating a barrier. Now she won't have a chance to run away!' he said this hovering toward Hermione, holding his wand in front of him.
Voldemort was a mere 3 feet away when Harry raised hand, faced towards the Dark Lord. Something blew Voldemort away and he bounced off the barrier. He looked at Harry, who was now, finally, grinning.
'What...'Voldemort began, shocked at how Harry did what he had just done.
Voldemort didn't wait for the answer. He felt threatened. He threw all the curses he knew and spells which could damage, but not kill, he still wanted to make sure Harry would see his face when he killed him.
Harry cast out numerous counter spells. All of which were successful. Voldemort came closer. If spells weren't going to help, he was going to kill him with the knife that wounded him 3 years ago!
He aparated at Harry's side and got ready to stab him. Harry saw him and held his hand to stop him. They both fought for the knife. One was trying to stab the other while one was trying to take the knife away.
'You'll never win, boy. .I'll be immortal once you're out of the way!' he said, short of breath.
Then, Voldemort drew all his strength pushed the knife, not caring wherever it went.
Harry lost strength, he was stabbed in the side but it wasn't going to be fatal.
'As you pathetic children say, 'I told you so'.' 'laughed Voldemort.
He turned and headed to Hermione, or the Phoenix light. Surprisingly, she wasn't doing anything. As Voldemort passed his unconscious Deatheaters, he was appreciating the phoenix light .Hermione's chest was still glowing. It was a radiant glow, so white and so pure. This was immortality. Voldemort happily reached for Hermione, prepared to pull her down as she was still afloat.
'Immortality is mine!' he greedily said.
I should leave you here, but as I haven't updated in forever, I'll keep going. (the lynch mob outside is going to kill me!)
He touched her warm, feather-light robes and felt and enormous pain from behind his chest. What was this? Did it mean he was turning immortal?
He was losing strength...
He reached for his back...he stared at his hand. It had blood.
He was bleeding!
He was now on the floor. Someone walked up to him.
It was Harry and he was holding a knife with blood on it. He threw the knife away and was about to give Voldemort a hand but all the painful memories he caused and the people he killed, including his parents, Cedric Diggory and Clay Olsen ,he took his hand back.
'Imagine that. You were brought down by a knife and your immortality ticket. A Muggle knife, made by Muggles who you hate so much and the Phoenix light which you thought would bring you immortality. Ironic, isn't it?' said Harry, looking down at the pitiful person who was the dark Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort was dying. He wasn't expecting this. All he could do now was stare at the person who hated him the most, Harry Potter.
'I will return...'he managed to say.
And with that, Voldemort stopped breathing and lay there, lifeless.
'I don't think so.' said Harry.
The corpse began to turn into ashes and was blown away by the wind.
The light in Hermione's chest began to fade. Harry noticed this and ran to her. She was falling.
'Gotcha!' he said, catching Hermione. She was still unconscious. The barrier was gone and the Deatheaters remained still. They just witnesses their master's death.
All the spells Voldemort did to stop everyone from interrupting were now gone as well.
Within a few minutes, the Ministry Aurors arrived, late as usual. They took care of all the Deatheaters, both conscious and not.
Other Ministry members attended to the shocked students, those who couldn't take any of this.
As the Ministry took care of the people ,all of Harry's friends, both young and old, who were there, remained silent and waited till they were alone.
Cornelius Fudge went to Dumbledore and glared at Sirius. They spoke for about 20 minutes. When Fudge left, he gave Sirius a look that said loathing and told him something, too. He left abruptly afterwards.
It took about 5 hours for the Ministry to fix the mess and the staff, along with the students, returned safely to Hogwarts. They walked, of course, as Hermione would say, 'You can't aparate into Hogwarts.'
The Order members, Ron, Gabrielle went with Harry, who was still carrying Hermione, to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was there waiting already and had some trouble asking Harry to let go of Hermione.
The moment everyone was seated, or at least staring into abyss, Sirius spoke, which cleared away the unwanted silence.
'I never would have guessed Hermione was the Phoenix light.'
Lupin smiled. 'That's true. Did you know about this, Dumbledore?' he asked, still grinning.
'What I knew then does not matter, for it is now.' said Dumbledore with more glimmer in his eyes now, than he had in a long time.
'Albus, I never knew Clay would sacrifice his life! How awful!' said Professor McGonagall, sadly.
'Uh, Professor, Clay was an Order Member?' asked Ron, trying to piece things together.
'Yes. He was undercover to protect Harry. We knew Voldemort would try anything so we couldn't be too sure. Whether or not he was the Phoenix light, he needed protection.' said Leonhart.
'So ,Hermione was actually the Phoenix light. Who knew?' asked Gabrielle.
'I tell yeh, if Harry hadn't killed that Voldemort, I would've! Puttin' me in a cage, how insultin'! Should've killed him before Harry did, I should've.' grumbled Hagrid.
Snape has a look that almost said disappointment. He was only too smart to hide this.
Moody's big eye suddenly faced Harry, who was in fact, silent and next to Hermione. 'I reckon we should let these children get their rest.' he suggested.
'I second that, Alastor.' said Dumbledore, staring at the two.
Everyone got the idea, even Snape. However, this was a student's hospital wing so Madam Pomfrey made Ron and Gabrielle stay while letting the "old" people go. Ron and Gabrielle decided to get a bed really far from where Hermione.
The moment they were out of earshot, Gabrielle spoke to Ron. 'Thanks for saving me, Ronald.' she said politely.
'Uh, it's Ron, actually and it was no problem. I mean I couldn't let Voldemort um...'
'Thanks. You're sweet.' she said, smiling and blushing at the same time.
'Yes. I AM sweet.' he joked.
Gabrielle leaned in and gave Ron a kiss on the cheeks. He then turned crimson red.
Meanwhile, over at Harry Potter.
He was next to Hermione, quiet still. It wasn't until she began to slowly wake up.
'Harry? What happened? I thought I told you not to come!' she said, about to go tell him off.
'Hermione, you know what? I don't care that you told me. You think I'd let you stay in danger? We've known each other seven years and yet you do not know me.' he said playfully.
'Well what happened anyway? Why am I here? And how'd you get that cut?' she asked all at once.
'Do you really want to know now, or shall we get some rest?'
'Fine, but I want answers first thing in the morning...or whenever we wake up. What time is it, anyway?'
'It's now 4 am.' said Harry, checking the hospital wing's clock.
'Oh. Better get some sleep then. More sleep.'
Harry got on a bed next to hers and pretended to sleep. He waited for her o do so before he did any of it.
He also refused any question that came to his mind. He was far too tired to think about any answers to anything now, especially to how his father talked to him.
He did answer one question: Hermione wasn't in danger because of him...
Hope you enjoyed it! Again I'm really sorry. PLEASE! Don't kill me. eyes angry mob warily
cautiously creeps in trying to avoid the lynch mob outside I'm really, really, really sorry! You see I had to move because of problems we won't get into, and I wasn't exactly in the best of health afterwards, and THEN I moved again, but I was without internet, and the library wouldn't let me bring any disks in or even use my laptop, so I had no way to update. BUT now, I have the internet and am fine, and had some free time, so here's at least one more chapter. Going to edit the next couple of chapters and try to upload them as well.
Thanks to all who reviewed... I can't seem to find all the emails, so I can't name you personally. Will go back to the site and do it soon. OK? Thanks. Love you guys! Enjoy!
At that moment, Harry heard the song. It was harmonic and relaxing.
Harry stared at the ring that was held before his eyes. It stopped spinning and fell flat on the floor. Harry looked at Voldemort and he noticed he could hear the song, too.
'The phoenix song...I am near the phoenix light...immortality is mine!' he grinned.
Phoenix light? Was it coming from him? Everybody seemed to think so. They were awaiting a spontaneous move from Harry but he was positive it was not coming from him.
Fawkes wasn't around either. He looked around and his eyes were stuck at a certain picture.
Hermione was rising slowly, higher and higher. She had her eyes closed with some light coming from her chest. She spoke in a voice that was not hers.
'Those who look for the light immoral reasons shall pay.' Moreover, she said this with her mouth closed. Her hair looked as though it was being blown by a strong breeze.
Voldemort had an evil grin.
'So that Mudblood is the Phoenix light!And all these years I thought it was Potter!'
Harry had no idea what he was talking about.
'I will have to draw the phoenix's immortal power from her.' he said as he cast most of the standing people to a side.
The Deatheaters were now gathering around Hermione's floating body. They were going to try and protect it until Voldemort finished with Harry...if he did...
Suddenly, there was a small, but very loud burst and a wave of invisible energy started to spread out from Hermione. It made all the Deatheaters that surrounded her unconscious. Then, Hermione, or whoever she was, spoke again.
'You cannot contain the light nor will you get it dishonestly.'
The picture was complete...or rather painting. The dragon was there, as well as the serpent. The phoenix, it seemed, just surfaced.
Voldemort, the bad guy that he is, didn't wait for Harry to let all this sink in. He quickly cast another spell.
'Helanius!'
It was as if Harry's skin was suddenly on fire. He hadn't heard of this spell before so he didn't know the counter curse. The phoenix song was slowly going.
His body felt as though it was burning from the outside, but there was no fire.
He then heard a voice so familiar and so welcoming.
'Concentrate, Harry. Focus! You can do this...for everyone that dies...you can do this.' said his father's voice.
That was all it took for him to get his strength back.
The red cloud of mist that covered Harry during the spell was fading and Voldemort noticed this. Harry's eyes, which were closed, opened suddenly and he heard the song loud and clear! The red mist was entirely gone now...
Voldemort still laughing confidently and conceitedly.
'You think that scares me, boy?'
Hermione, or the Phoenix light, made a barrier so huge, it covered the area Voldemort, Harry and her were in. She did this so they would remain undisturbed by any of the Deatheaters.
'I see your little friend's helping you, Harry. Creating a barrier. Now she won't have a chance to run away!' he said this hovering toward Hermione, holding his wand in front of him.
Voldemort was a mere 3 feet away when Harry raised hand, faced towards the Dark Lord. Something blew Voldemort away and he bounced off the barrier. He looked at Harry, who was now, finally, grinning.
'What...'Voldemort began, shocked at how Harry did what he had just done.
Voldemort didn't wait for the answer. He felt threatened. He threw all the curses he knew and spells which could damage, but not kill, he still wanted to make sure Harry would see his face when he killed him.
Harry cast out numerous counter spells. All of which were successful. Voldemort came closer. If spells weren't going to help, he was going to kill him with the knife that wounded him 3 years ago!
He aparated at Harry's side and got ready to stab him. Harry saw him and held his hand to stop him. They both fought for the knife. One was trying to stab the other while one was trying to take the knife away.
'You'll never win, boy. .I'll be immortal once you're out of the way!' he said, short of breath.
Then, Voldemort drew all his strength pushed the knife, not caring wherever it went.
Harry lost strength, he was stabbed in the side but it wasn't going to be fatal.
'As you pathetic children say, 'I told you so'.' 'laughed Voldemort.
He turned and headed to Hermione, or the Phoenix light. Surprisingly, she wasn't doing anything. As Voldemort passed his unconscious Deatheaters, he was appreciating the phoenix light .Hermione's chest was still glowing. It was a radiant glow, so white and so pure. This was immortality. Voldemort happily reached for Hermione, prepared to pull her down as she was still afloat.
'Immortality is mine!' he greedily said.
I should leave you here, but as I haven't updated in forever, I'll keep going. (the lynch mob outside is going to kill me!)
He touched her warm, feather-light robes and felt and enormous pain from behind his chest. What was this? Did it mean he was turning immortal?
He was losing strength...
He reached for his back...he stared at his hand. It had blood.
He was bleeding!
He was now on the floor. Someone walked up to him.
It was Harry and he was holding a knife with blood on it. He threw the knife away and was about to give Voldemort a hand but all the painful memories he caused and the people he killed, including his parents, Cedric Diggory and Clay Olsen ,he took his hand back.
'Imagine that. You were brought down by a knife and your immortality ticket. A Muggle knife, made by Muggles who you hate so much and the Phoenix light which you thought would bring you immortality. Ironic, isn't it?' said Harry, looking down at the pitiful person who was the dark Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort was dying. He wasn't expecting this. All he could do now was stare at the person who hated him the most, Harry Potter.
'I will return...'he managed to say.
And with that, Voldemort stopped breathing and lay there, lifeless.
'I don't think so.' said Harry.
The corpse began to turn into ashes and was blown away by the wind.
The light in Hermione's chest began to fade. Harry noticed this and ran to her. She was falling.
'Gotcha!' he said, catching Hermione. She was still unconscious. The barrier was gone and the Deatheaters remained still. They just witnesses their master's death.
All the spells Voldemort did to stop everyone from interrupting were now gone as well.
Within a few minutes, the Ministry Aurors arrived, late as usual. They took care of all the Deatheaters, both conscious and not.
Other Ministry members attended to the shocked students, those who couldn't take any of this.
As the Ministry took care of the people ,all of Harry's friends, both young and old, who were there, remained silent and waited till they were alone.
Cornelius Fudge went to Dumbledore and glared at Sirius. They spoke for about 20 minutes. When Fudge left, he gave Sirius a look that said loathing and told him something, too. He left abruptly afterwards.
It took about 5 hours for the Ministry to fix the mess and the staff, along with the students, returned safely to Hogwarts. They walked, of course, as Hermione would say, 'You can't aparate into Hogwarts.'
The Order members, Ron, Gabrielle went with Harry, who was still carrying Hermione, to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was there waiting already and had some trouble asking Harry to let go of Hermione.
The moment everyone was seated, or at least staring into abyss, Sirius spoke, which cleared away the unwanted silence.
'I never would have guessed Hermione was the Phoenix light.'
Lupin smiled. 'That's true. Did you know about this, Dumbledore?' he asked, still grinning.
'What I knew then does not matter, for it is now.' said Dumbledore with more glimmer in his eyes now, than he had in a long time.
'Albus, I never knew Clay would sacrifice his life! How awful!' said Professor McGonagall, sadly.
'Uh, Professor, Clay was an Order Member?' asked Ron, trying to piece things together.
'Yes. He was undercover to protect Harry. We knew Voldemort would try anything so we couldn't be too sure. Whether or not he was the Phoenix light, he needed protection.' said Leonhart.
'So ,Hermione was actually the Phoenix light. Who knew?' asked Gabrielle.
'I tell yeh, if Harry hadn't killed that Voldemort, I would've! Puttin' me in a cage, how insultin'! Should've killed him before Harry did, I should've.' grumbled Hagrid.
Snape has a look that almost said disappointment. He was only too smart to hide this.
Moody's big eye suddenly faced Harry, who was in fact, silent and next to Hermione. 'I reckon we should let these children get their rest.' he suggested.
'I second that, Alastor.' said Dumbledore, staring at the two.
Everyone got the idea, even Snape. However, this was a student's hospital wing so Madam Pomfrey made Ron and Gabrielle stay while letting the "old" people go. Ron and Gabrielle decided to get a bed really far from where Hermione.
The moment they were out of earshot, Gabrielle spoke to Ron. 'Thanks for saving me, Ronald.' she said politely.
'Uh, it's Ron, actually and it was no problem. I mean I couldn't let Voldemort um...'
'Thanks. You're sweet.' she said, smiling and blushing at the same time.
'Yes. I AM sweet.' he joked.
Gabrielle leaned in and gave Ron a kiss on the cheeks. He then turned crimson red.
Meanwhile, over at Harry Potter.
He was next to Hermione, quiet still. It wasn't until she began to slowly wake up.
'Harry? What happened? I thought I told you not to come!' she said, about to go tell him off.
'Hermione, you know what? I don't care that you told me. You think I'd let you stay in danger? We've known each other seven years and yet you do not know me.' he said playfully.
'Well what happened anyway? Why am I here? And how'd you get that cut?' she asked all at once.
'Do you really want to know now, or shall we get some rest?'
'Fine, but I want answers first thing in the morning...or whenever we wake up. What time is it, anyway?'
'It's now 4 am.' said Harry, checking the hospital wing's clock.
'Oh. Better get some sleep then. More sleep.'
Harry got on a bed next to hers and pretended to sleep. He waited for her o do so before he did any of it.
He also refused any question that came to his mind. He was far too tired to think about any answers to anything now, especially to how his father talked to him.
He did answer one question: Hermione wasn't in danger because of him...
Hope you enjoyed it! Again I'm really sorry. PLEASE! Don't kill me. eyes angry mob warily