A/N: believe it or not I'm alive! And more importantly, updating! I did one of the worsted things a person can do to themselves; I played Sims, a game much more obsessive then any drug. Stupid games that turn you into zombies! Anywho, I know you all don't care about that you just want to know what happens, right? So here I go!
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I don't own Harry Potter. He belongs to the great J.K Rowling, where, alas, I am a 13 year old on her computer typing fantasies about it. sigh life's not fair is it?
Fate Worse then DeathRe-cap:
""It's… her soul…" A lump in his thought rose, what was he going to do with her?! "Close Potter, but it's better then her soul, it's her emotion. Say good bye to the Hermione you know." Her eyes slowly turned brown again, fear still showing. "Harry! Don't let him drop the …" Her sentence was cut short as the orb dropped from his hand and shattered on the ground in pieces. "HERMIONE!!!"
"Hermione!" Her eyes turned from deep blue to a dull gray, refusing to focus on anything. She sat onto the ground slowly as Harry gaped at her. "So Potter, how does it feel to finally be defeated?" Malfoy smirked and laughed, as if this whole thing were hilarious. "Voldermort has given me power beyond powers, strength beyond strength, and knowledge beyond knowledge. I'm practically a god! Can the 'great' Harry Potter defeat a god?" He stepped onto the shards of Hermione's emotion into the floor, each one making Hermione flinch. "I've won. Now I'm the…" "Mr. Malfoy, I think you are quite done here." Dumbldore walked into the room, Phoenix on shoulder and Snape and Madame Pomfrey following. "Malfoy, your hatred of Mr. Potter here is not justified, nor any reason to become a follower of Voldermort." Malfoy spat at Dumbdore's feet in discussed. "Stop preaching, you have no right to talk to me that way, Voldermort had absorbed the strength of many, now he is more powerful then ever before and anyone could ever be. Even you can't stop him now." A sly look crossed his face as he pictured the new world filled with pureblood wizards only and all the power he would receive from the Dark Lord. "I am very well aware that I can not stop him now, there is no one that can…" "That's not true! There must be someone!" Madame Pomfrey put her hands to her mouth in fear. "Perhaps what Professor Dumbldore is try to say, is that there is no single person who can stop him, but perhaps two." Snap said as he crossed his arms and looked directly at Harry, who stared back in aw. Malfoy's face turned red with anger as smoke rose from the ground around him. "He's coming back, and he will win this battle."
He was gone. Harry stared at where he had once stood, and noticed the tiny shards of the globe. "Hermione!" He turned and tried to put his hands on her shoulders, but they fell through. "What?!" "Madame Pomfrey, perhaps you should tend to the others?" Dumbldore said calmly. She hurried off. "Mr. Potter, do you understand what happened to Ms. Granger?" Harry shook his head, nothing seemed to make since anymore. "That is to be expected. Professor Snape? Would you be so kind as to inform Professor Magonigull about the situation, and have her accompany you to the Ministry of Magic?" "Yes sir. Although I don't expect it will do any good." Snape walked out with more of a scowl then usual and slammed the door. Dumbldore sat next to Harry. "He is hard on himself, Professor Snape. He feels if he had gotten here sooner, this wouldn't have happened." He paused as he realized Harry wasn't really listening, all his focus was on Hermione, lying on the bed behind them. "She said that Malfoy had shown her nightmares, what could possibly have been so horrible that she would traumatize over it?" "This is something you will find out soon enough. Right now you need to understand that what's happening here is much more dangerous then just Voldermort becoming more powerful, or Malfoy even for that matter." Harry turned around quickly. "How is that possible?! There's no way that…" "Ahem, perhaps the best place to start the story is from the beginning." "You mean when Malfoy joined Voldermort?" He shook his head. "No, many many years before that, back to the real reason you have that scar on your head." Harry looked at Dumbldore in confusion. There was more to that story then he had been told? Dumbldore cleared his throat and began.
"You know that there are many different types of Magic; Sorcery, which craft, dark magic, etcetera. Two of them are very special and especially powerful magic that everyone possesses, even muggles. One is the power over our fates, the ability to change them and to make them worth living. The second is the power we have right here." Dumbldore pointed one of his bony fingers at Harry's chest over his heart. He looked up at him in confusion. "This power is stored within us, the power can be used to achieve the impossible, or to stand up against everything. Our ability to love." Harry stopped him. "But that's not magic, those are just things and feelings. There's no power behind them." Dumbldore smiled knowingly and whispered, "Always remember, Harry Potter, everything is magic." They were both quiet for what seemed like hours. Finally, Harry had to break silence. "So…My parent's power was strong enough to protect me?" "Yes, and it was enough to give you the power to protect yourself from Voldermort in the future. That power came from no wand, no, it came from they're will to let you live on, even if it meant giving their lives. That is the power of their love for you." Dumbldore stood up slowly and started towards the door. "Ah, yes, such a powerful magic. It has defeated him before, perhaps it shall work again."
The door closed. Harry sat holding his scar and trying to figure out through all the information that he had gathered in the simple story of how he got his scar. 'The only problem with this plan is that there is no way to know how to harness that power, or even how to find it or generate it. I don't understand…' "Mr. Potter, if you are finished here, I would request you to back to your dormitory in the next few minutes. We're going to be keeping Hermione here until she comes to." He suddenly shot up and turned around. He had been so busy trying to figure out what Dumbldore meant with all his riddles he had almost forgotten about her. "Hermione! Can you hear me?! Wait…the globe!" He rushed down to the spot where Draco had smashed it. Only remnants of dust remained in the carpet. "Oh no…No!" He dropped down to his knees on the floor, attempting to gather any of it that was left. "Madame Pomfrey, may I please use a small corked bottle? I'm going to keep this…" In his mind Dumbldore's words lingered as he tried to figure out how it would help him or Hermione. 'Always remember, Harry Potter, everything is magic.' It didn't seem to have any relevance to fighting off Voldermort, of saving Hermione from her fate. After putting all the leftovers in the small glass bottle, he leaned over Hermione and put his hand on her now cold cheek. She looked up and made eye contact, but there was no feeling behind it. He stroked her cheek once then kissed it hesitantly. She showed no response but a small turn of the head to look at him again.
"Bye, Hermione, please try to get better." He stood up and she went back to starring at the ceiling. He opened the door, causing Ron to fall over with it. Obviously, he had been listening to the whole thing. "Uuh, lovely day isn't it?" He stuttered. Harry sighed. "Just great. I don't know what to do anymore. Nothing really made since." Ron stood up, attempting to gain some of his dignity back. "Harry…? Is Hermione…is she dead?" Harry's face fell. "No…I don't really know how to explain it. You know what happens when a you get a dementor's kiss?" Ron's face turned to horror as he nodded. "Well this is something like that." "Bloody hell…" Ron walked over to her bedside. "Hermione? Hello, can you here me! If you don't get up your Potions essay will be late." She didn't move. "It's true then!" He turned to look at Harry. "What happened to Hermione that day anyway?" Harry took a deep breath and say down on Hermione's bed to tell Ron the whole story.
"Bloody hell…" Ron looked in shock. "Dumbldore doesn't like to make things to clear does he." Harry cocked his eyebrow. "No, but the main thing here is how is someone supposed to defeat Voldermort? He didn't give us enough clues to who could do it and…" "I think you are more worried about something else, Mr. Potter." Professor Snape appeared in the doorway. "The headmaster may want to take chances on this, but I'm not. I'm telling you strait out, Hermione will die if you don't defeat Voldermort soon. According to the prophecy, no one else can." He turned to walk out of the room. "I expect to see you and Weasly in class tomorrow early to make up your exams." Snape closed the door behind him. "He can be a bit scary sometimes." Muttered Ron. "Well, we need to be getting back to the commons room, we can try to figure everything out tomorrow." Ron stood up and waited for Harry to slowly follow. "No…" a quiet voice said behind them. "Ron, did you hear that?" He turned around looking confused. "Hear what?" Harry stopped and looked at Hermione again; she was looking strait at him. "You go on, I'm just going to see something." "Okay, but hurry up it's almost curfew." Ron continued his way down to the fat lady's picture.
Back at the infirmary, Harry walked over and leaned over Hermione's bed. "Hermione, did you say something?" She looked strait at him again, this time her glare intent. "Harry…" Her arms shot up and wrapped around his neck, hugging him so close to her he was choking. "Her--Hermione, stop! I, I can't breath." Her grip loosened, but wouldn't let him go. "The power…" she whispered, so low Harry almost couldn't hear it. "What…?!" A lightning-like sensation flowed from his body, gathering at his fingertips that were holding Hermione's shoulders. After mere seconds he felt drained, and his hands about to burst with some sort of energy. Slowly, it started to trickle away, seemingly into Hermione. She had had her eyes closed and her arms limp since the power had started to drain from Harry. "Hermione, what's happening…?" As the energy transferred, he had the strangest urge to be closer to her, to pull her closer to him. Eventually, the desire became too strong and he wrapped his arms around her waist and back, still managing to look at her face. 'I never really noticed how pretty she was…' the last bit of his power was now exiting his body and entering hers. Slowly, he pulled her now almost awake face towards his, to where he could feel the heat radiating off of her. Her eye's opened. "Harry…?" She couldn't say anymore as he snapped at the sight of her brown eyes and kissed her. She responded quickly by kissing him back, slightly startling Harry, both at her boldness and his own. Tried to pull back, but her arms around his neck pulled him back down, close to her. She had her eyes open again, and was looking at his. Slowly, she reached up and pulled his glasses off and started at his eyes. "POTTER! It is 10:30 at night, way passed your curfew! PLEASE return to your dormitory now!"
Madam Pomfrey opened up the curtain separating the cubicles in the infirmary. Harry jumped up. "I'm sorry I lost track of time!" She sighed and waved her hand, shooing him out. "And leave that bottle here, we may need that for Ms. Granger here. Though it seem she's feeling better." She gave a stern look and Harry turned to leave. "Good night Hermione!" He said as he walked out the door.
Once he got back to the Gryfindor common room, no one was up except Ron, who was obviously waiting for him. "I should have known." He said with an evil smile. Harry came and sat down on the other chair by the fire. "What all happened? And don't skip details, I had to stop listening a while ago cause of curfew." Harry raised and eyebrow. "Okay well, it's a kind of weird story actually…"
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A/N: I feel so diabolical right now. I stopped typing a while ago, but then realized I was sooo close to having 2,000 words, so I went back and added more. (by the way this chapter is over 2,300 words! Go me!) This chapter was a little slow, not as well written as the other two, and beyond the normal levels of sappiness (even for me) but it's 2 am, blame the sleep cycle, I had nothing to do with it. …Hopefully I'm responsible enough to follow up and update everything and keep it up this time, but who knows. Cross your fingers! (I'd cross mine but I can't type like that) haha, review me please!