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55- Dementors
'I still don't believe what happened,' said Hermione sadly. 'How could five Death Eaters get past Dumbledore, Mc Gonigal, and Snape? That's tough.'
'Ya,' said Ron, 'and isn't Snape a spy or something? Shouldn't he have known this was going to happen?'
'Unless, he's no longer a spy,' said Harry slowly, 'Maybe, Voldemort found out, maybe, just maybe.'
'Maybe what?' said Mona, just coming into the Gryffindor Common Room. She sat down beside Hermione and looked expectedly at Harry.
'Um, well,' Harry stuttered and looked at Ron and Hermione.
'We were thinking that maybe, Snape wouldn't give us too much homework over Easter weekend,' Hermione rescued, 'Though, I don't think he'd ever do that,' Hermione sighed, 'Do you guys want to go walk by the lake? Seems like everyone else is doing that now.'
'Sure,' Ron said, jumping up, 'Let's go.'
Hermione was right, there were loads of people walking around the lake or sitting under trees. Mona contentedly looked at the view around her. Her hand went to her necklace, it was slightly warm, just slightly. Just then, Ron mischievously picked Hermione up and threw her in the water. Hermione shrieked and stood up, half soaked, as Ron, Harry, and Mona laughed a great deal. Mona looked at Hermione as she started to laugh herself, when she suddenly spotted a gleam of blonde hair. Thank goodness, Malfoy's on the other side of the lake, he can't bug us, Mona thought. But, Mona thought again, I wouldn't put it past him.
As Ron went back to help Hermione out of the water, Harry spotted Mona playing with her necklace. 'Who gave you that necklace?' he said suddenly, looking Malfoy's way.
'Just a friend,' Mona replied, hand still twirling around the necklace.
'You seem to like it a lot,' Harry said, looking put out about something.
'Ya, well an old friend gave it to me,' Mona said fairly.
Harry nodded, 'Do you think about him a lot?' he said, suddenly distant.
'Him?' Mona thought confused, then said, 'Oh, no! A she gave it to me; she was an old family friend.'
'Oh,' said Harry; he looked at her and laughed slightly.
Mona kept her hand on her necklace. Was it getting warmer? Or was the temperature around them just getting suddenly colder?
A horde of black abruptly emerged from the forbidden forest around the lake. A bone shattering cold swept over Mona, as she felt every hair on her body stand for warmth. The black was dulling the world, dulling her vision.
They surrounded her, she felt her knees bend and fall to the ground. She felt a fire burning around her neck, she saw the image of a fire, she heard the echo of a scream.
She dared to open her eyes to see the blinding black. Then, she saw a figure, someone, not black, step forward. He put his hand forward... an incantation... and all was black.
Do you guys want to know what happens before Mona wakes in the hospital wing? I thought so...
Harry felt the cold, he recognized it all too soon. The Dementors were coming, they were coming fast. Harry looked to his right and saw Ron and Hermione take out their wands; many other DA members around the lake were doing the same; Harry looked to his right and was surprised at what he saw.
Dementors were surrounding Mona; she fell to her knees; she fell on her side. His breath catching in his chest, Harry ran forward; he stood in front of Mona. Wand at the ready, he shouted, 'Expecto Patronum!'
A stag burst out of the tip of his wand. It circled them and pranced till the Dementors were away and the sun was back.
Hermione and Ron stood beside Harry as he bent down to pick up Mona.
'We should take her to the hospital wing,' Hermione said, doubtlessly.
As Harry carefully carried Mona across the grounds a very unusual sight caught his eye.
Malfoy was kneeling on the ground; he was grasping the grass with his fists. Harry could tell he was breathing heavily. As though, Malfoy felt Harry's gaze upon him, he got up quickly and dusted off his robes.
At the hospital wing...
'Dementors!' Madam Pomphrey nearly cried, 'What is this world coming to?'
'So, will she be alright?' Harry asked breathlessly.
'Fine, fine, 'Madam Pomphrey said quickly, 'Dementors! Dementors! Oh why?'
Harry left the demented nurse to herself.
At dinner...
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table for dinner very uncomfortably. Why was Mona in the Hospital Wing for so long. Ok, a couple hours, not much. But, from a Dementor attack? Ok, there were a lot of Dementors... but, hadn't Professor Lupin told him:
'The Dementors affect you most of all, because you have memories far worse than others. Worse than they can't even imagine.'
Did Mona have bad memories?
Harry shook his head; he wasn't used to thinking so much, maybe he should just ask Hermione. He looked around the Great Hall. There was Malfoy, rude, proud, the usual... But, why had he fallen onto the grass as well during the attack?
Merlin, what was the world coming too?!
Harry looked over to the Head Table. He always felt calm when he saw Dumbledore. He was chatting politely with Professor Mc Gonigal. Harry looked at Snape, who caught his eye. Snape unleashed his usual look of loathing, as though he was looking at a disgusting bug. As though feeling no need to keep his eyes on him, Snape continued to look up and down the Gryffindor table. As though... he was looking for something... or someone.
Harry saw a rare look of concern appear in Snape's eyes. He saw Snape lean over to Dumbledore's left side and whisper something in his ear. Dumbledore replied slowly and calmly, like always. But, something wasn't like always... Snape stood up abruptly and made his way out of the Great Hall. He walked between the Slytherin and Gryffindor Tables a bit more swiftly than usual. A few Slytherins looked up to see their Head of House. Malfoy's eyes caught his, Harry stood up; he had to answer at least one question.
What was going on?
Harry followed Snape out of the Great Hall. He ignored the questioning glance from Hermione and the 'Where are you going?' from Ron. Snape was moving fast, and Harry had to know what was going on.
He followed him up every stair case, passed every portrait. The way seemed familiar, too familiar. They were going to the Hospital Wing.
Snape threw open the doors, 'Where is she?' he asked Madam Pomphrey, once he saw her coming around with a towel.
'She's just over there, Severus. Don't worry, she'll be fine,' said Madam Pomphrey as she looked towards a corner of the room.
Harry's breath caught in his chest as he saw to which bed Snape was going to. It was Mona's.
Snape hurried touched Mona's forehead and put one of his hand's on hers. 'How did this happen?' he asked quietly.
'Dementor Attack,' Madam Pomphrey huffed. 'I don't know what this world is coming too!'
'How did she get here?' Snape asked, brushing some black strands of hair from in front of her face.
'Mr. Potter brought her in...'
'Harry Potter?' Snape asked aghast.
'Do we have another Potter?' Madam Pomphrey said, slightly angry at being interrupted. 'He carried her inside,'
'Potter,' Snape spat, still aghast, 'touched her?!' Instantly, he grabbed a towel and started cleaning her face as though to get the Potter germs off.
Madam Pomphrey laughed, and Snape looked slightly angry, so she said, 'It's just, I've never seen you so worried about anyone before.'
'Well,' said Snape, 'How many beautiful,' the word sounded foreign on his lips, 'nieces do you get?'
Harry nearly fell backwards from the bed he was hiding behind. Mona was Snape's niece? Snape was Mona's uncle?
'Severus,' Mona said, waking up and sitting straight in the bed.
Mona was related to Snape? How could such a beautiful girl be related to such a greasy git?
'Mona, how are you feeling?' Snape asked, looking at her as if he could spot a disease.
But, Mona was from Saudi Arabia. She went to a school there.
'I'm fine, fine. What happened, where am I?' she said looking around.
But, Snape said he was her uncle. Maybe she moved to Saudi Arabia.
'Hospital wing.' Snape answered. 'There was a Dementor attack.'
Mona never said that she was related to Snape, she couldn't be.
'What are Dementors?'
She never said she wasn't either.
'Horrid creatures that suck happiness out of everywhere they go. They leave you with your worst memories.'
And Snape's so nice to her. At least, she never gets into real trouble.
'How'd I get here?'
I don't believe it.
'Potter,' Snape spat.
I have to believe it.
'Harry,' Mona exclaimed, suddenly spotting him. Harry stood up. Snape turned around looking furious. Madam Pomphrey was slightly surprised. Harry just looked at them, he opened his mouth in disbelief, then closed it shaking his head. Harry turned and ran.
Harry Potter didn't run from Voldemort.
He ran from the truth.
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. Please enjoy.
55- Dementors
'I still don't believe what happened,' said Hermione sadly. 'How could five Death Eaters get past Dumbledore, Mc Gonigal, and Snape? That's tough.'
'Ya,' said Ron, 'and isn't Snape a spy or something? Shouldn't he have known this was going to happen?'
'Unless, he's no longer a spy,' said Harry slowly, 'Maybe, Voldemort found out, maybe, just maybe.'
'Maybe what?' said Mona, just coming into the Gryffindor Common Room. She sat down beside Hermione and looked expectedly at Harry.
'Um, well,' Harry stuttered and looked at Ron and Hermione.
'We were thinking that maybe, Snape wouldn't give us too much homework over Easter weekend,' Hermione rescued, 'Though, I don't think he'd ever do that,' Hermione sighed, 'Do you guys want to go walk by the lake? Seems like everyone else is doing that now.'
'Sure,' Ron said, jumping up, 'Let's go.'
Hermione was right, there were loads of people walking around the lake or sitting under trees. Mona contentedly looked at the view around her. Her hand went to her necklace, it was slightly warm, just slightly. Just then, Ron mischievously picked Hermione up and threw her in the water. Hermione shrieked and stood up, half soaked, as Ron, Harry, and Mona laughed a great deal. Mona looked at Hermione as she started to laugh herself, when she suddenly spotted a gleam of blonde hair. Thank goodness, Malfoy's on the other side of the lake, he can't bug us, Mona thought. But, Mona thought again, I wouldn't put it past him.
As Ron went back to help Hermione out of the water, Harry spotted Mona playing with her necklace. 'Who gave you that necklace?' he said suddenly, looking Malfoy's way.
'Just a friend,' Mona replied, hand still twirling around the necklace.
'You seem to like it a lot,' Harry said, looking put out about something.
'Ya, well an old friend gave it to me,' Mona said fairly.
Harry nodded, 'Do you think about him a lot?' he said, suddenly distant.
'Him?' Mona thought confused, then said, 'Oh, no! A she gave it to me; she was an old family friend.'
'Oh,' said Harry; he looked at her and laughed slightly.
Mona kept her hand on her necklace. Was it getting warmer? Or was the temperature around them just getting suddenly colder?
A horde of black abruptly emerged from the forbidden forest around the lake. A bone shattering cold swept over Mona, as she felt every hair on her body stand for warmth. The black was dulling the world, dulling her vision.
They surrounded her, she felt her knees bend and fall to the ground. She felt a fire burning around her neck, she saw the image of a fire, she heard the echo of a scream.
She dared to open her eyes to see the blinding black. Then, she saw a figure, someone, not black, step forward. He put his hand forward... an incantation... and all was black.
Do you guys want to know what happens before Mona wakes in the hospital wing? I thought so...
Harry felt the cold, he recognized it all too soon. The Dementors were coming, they were coming fast. Harry looked to his right and saw Ron and Hermione take out their wands; many other DA members around the lake were doing the same; Harry looked to his right and was surprised at what he saw.
Dementors were surrounding Mona; she fell to her knees; she fell on her side. His breath catching in his chest, Harry ran forward; he stood in front of Mona. Wand at the ready, he shouted, 'Expecto Patronum!'
A stag burst out of the tip of his wand. It circled them and pranced till the Dementors were away and the sun was back.
Hermione and Ron stood beside Harry as he bent down to pick up Mona.
'We should take her to the hospital wing,' Hermione said, doubtlessly.
As Harry carefully carried Mona across the grounds a very unusual sight caught his eye.
Malfoy was kneeling on the ground; he was grasping the grass with his fists. Harry could tell he was breathing heavily. As though, Malfoy felt Harry's gaze upon him, he got up quickly and dusted off his robes.
At the hospital wing...
'Dementors!' Madam Pomphrey nearly cried, 'What is this world coming to?'
'So, will she be alright?' Harry asked breathlessly.
'Fine, fine, 'Madam Pomphrey said quickly, 'Dementors! Dementors! Oh why?'
Harry left the demented nurse to herself.
At dinner...
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table for dinner very uncomfortably. Why was Mona in the Hospital Wing for so long. Ok, a couple hours, not much. But, from a Dementor attack? Ok, there were a lot of Dementors... but, hadn't Professor Lupin told him:
'The Dementors affect you most of all, because you have memories far worse than others. Worse than they can't even imagine.'
Did Mona have bad memories?
Harry shook his head; he wasn't used to thinking so much, maybe he should just ask Hermione. He looked around the Great Hall. There was Malfoy, rude, proud, the usual... But, why had he fallen onto the grass as well during the attack?
Merlin, what was the world coming too?!
Harry looked over to the Head Table. He always felt calm when he saw Dumbledore. He was chatting politely with Professor Mc Gonigal. Harry looked at Snape, who caught his eye. Snape unleashed his usual look of loathing, as though he was looking at a disgusting bug. As though feeling no need to keep his eyes on him, Snape continued to look up and down the Gryffindor table. As though... he was looking for something... or someone.
Harry saw a rare look of concern appear in Snape's eyes. He saw Snape lean over to Dumbledore's left side and whisper something in his ear. Dumbledore replied slowly and calmly, like always. But, something wasn't like always... Snape stood up abruptly and made his way out of the Great Hall. He walked between the Slytherin and Gryffindor Tables a bit more swiftly than usual. A few Slytherins looked up to see their Head of House. Malfoy's eyes caught his, Harry stood up; he had to answer at least one question.
What was going on?
Harry followed Snape out of the Great Hall. He ignored the questioning glance from Hermione and the 'Where are you going?' from Ron. Snape was moving fast, and Harry had to know what was going on.
He followed him up every stair case, passed every portrait. The way seemed familiar, too familiar. They were going to the Hospital Wing.
Snape threw open the doors, 'Where is she?' he asked Madam Pomphrey, once he saw her coming around with a towel.
'She's just over there, Severus. Don't worry, she'll be fine,' said Madam Pomphrey as she looked towards a corner of the room.
Harry's breath caught in his chest as he saw to which bed Snape was going to. It was Mona's.
Snape hurried touched Mona's forehead and put one of his hand's on hers. 'How did this happen?' he asked quietly.
'Dementor Attack,' Madam Pomphrey huffed. 'I don't know what this world is coming too!'
'How did she get here?' Snape asked, brushing some black strands of hair from in front of her face.
'Mr. Potter brought her in...'
'Harry Potter?' Snape asked aghast.
'Do we have another Potter?' Madam Pomphrey said, slightly angry at being interrupted. 'He carried her inside,'
'Potter,' Snape spat, still aghast, 'touched her?!' Instantly, he grabbed a towel and started cleaning her face as though to get the Potter germs off.
Madam Pomphrey laughed, and Snape looked slightly angry, so she said, 'It's just, I've never seen you so worried about anyone before.'
'Well,' said Snape, 'How many beautiful,' the word sounded foreign on his lips, 'nieces do you get?'
Harry nearly fell backwards from the bed he was hiding behind. Mona was Snape's niece? Snape was Mona's uncle?
'Severus,' Mona said, waking up and sitting straight in the bed.
Mona was related to Snape? How could such a beautiful girl be related to such a greasy git?
'Mona, how are you feeling?' Snape asked, looking at her as if he could spot a disease.
But, Mona was from Saudi Arabia. She went to a school there.
'I'm fine, fine. What happened, where am I?' she said looking around.
But, Snape said he was her uncle. Maybe she moved to Saudi Arabia.
'Hospital wing.' Snape answered. 'There was a Dementor attack.'
Mona never said that she was related to Snape, she couldn't be.
'What are Dementors?'
She never said she wasn't either.
'Horrid creatures that suck happiness out of everywhere they go. They leave you with your worst memories.'
And Snape's so nice to her. At least, she never gets into real trouble.
'How'd I get here?'
I don't believe it.
'Potter,' Snape spat.
I have to believe it.
'Harry,' Mona exclaimed, suddenly spotting him. Harry stood up. Snape turned around looking furious. Madam Pomphrey was slightly surprised. Harry just looked at them, he opened his mouth in disbelief, then closed it shaking his head. Harry turned and ran.
Harry Potter didn't run from Voldemort.
He ran from the truth.