Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
By:Krystal Lily Potter
Chapter Twelve: One Down
Rating: PG-13 (more on the AA side)
Couples: HP/HG, DT/LB, PP/SF, LL/NL, DT/GW, LB/RW, LL/RW, HP/PP (other twin), HP/EM, HP/CC…you know the whole raging hormone thing…
Summary: As Harry and his friends enter their sixth year at Hogwarts they don't enter the cheerful world they left behind. They enter a world covered in a thick blanket of fear. It only hits Harry how important he really is when people start seeing him as the light that allows them to see under this blanket. Along with his friend he must battle the horrors of the past, present, and possible the future to begin the end of the war, hopefully before it hits Hogwarts. What happens when people start disappearing from under Dumbledore's protection, and one of the famous 'trio' disappears? It's up to the last two, plus some more friends, to find a way to save all the people that disappeared because they can't fight this war on their own…
Warning: Dark themes will be mentioned a lot and there's going to start being a lot more dark themes described and if worst comes to worst I'll rate this R because of that. There's swearing, mentions of suicide, murder, gore/bloody scenes, mentions of rape and other dark things like that…
Quotes
I tell you, that dragon is the most horrible creature I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes about it you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit. When it bit me, he told me off for frightening it. And when I left he was singing it a lullaby."
-Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Hermione sighed sadly and looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black skirt with a black ¾ shirt and her black robes over it. She was getting ready for Charlie's funeral at the moment.
Moving closers to the mirror Hermione saw that her eyes were red and watering slightly. But she wouldn't cry. She wanted to, but she wouldn't. She would be the strong person today, the one that people could lean on of they wanted to cry.
Sighing she walked downstairs and saw that Harry was waiting for her. He too was dressed head to toe in black. After glancing him over Hermione wondered for an instant if he put contacts with a really dark green in over his eyes because they weren't his normal color.
Harry noticed her staring at him oddly and said, "You noticed to? My eyes change different shades of green, depending on what kind of mood I'm in. Come on; let's get to the main doors. Dumbledore said he'll have a carriage waiting down there for us and whoever else is going."
Hermione nodded and stared at the floor thinking, "I won't cry, I won't cry…"
They walked down the hall, getting some odd looks from some people and some sympathetic looks from others. When they reached the carriages they saw Professor Evelyn waiting for them.
"You can't go without a teacher with you," she said. "And I knew all the Weasleys fairly well too. That family is just being hit by sheer tragedy lately. Although the only person who can be blamed is Voldemort."
They both nodded and entered the carriage. Harry shivered as he looked at the Thestrals (how the hell do you spell that? I'm too lazy too look in the book) and for a quick second he saw Cedric's death flash before his eyes and then Sirius's. Sighing heavily he sat next to Hermione and looked dully at the floor.
Professor Evelyn went in and sat opposite of them and smiled sadly as the door closed magically. "When the other Weasleys get back they're going to be heart broken not to at least see their son's burial. I know I would be if I had a child and he or she died."
They both nodded silently and just stared at the passing land, then Hermione let out a gasp as the carriage went into the air. She grabbed a hold of Harry's arm, who just chuckled at this.
Professor Evelyn got a look of concern on her face and said, "Is there a problem Hermione?"
Hermione just sank back into her chair more and Harry said, "Hermione's…er…well she's not very big on flying."
"I can stand it to a point," Hermione muttered. "Like in a really important situation I will fly but most of the time I'm not too keen on it."
"Oh, understandable," Evelyn replied and stared out the window with a sad look on her features that resembled Harry and Hermione's looks to the last little frown wrinkle.
"Hullo Harry, Hermione," said one of the twins in a monotone voice as they walked into the graveyard where Charlie was to be buried.
"Hi…Gred," Harry decided on, since he didn't know who it was.
The young red haired man cracked a weak smile which faded as fast as it appeared and said, "Close. I'm Fred. George is helping Bill around. And you are?" He looked at Professor Evelyn.
"Oh you probably wouldn't remember me," she said. "But I'm Clara Evelyn, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts."
"Clara Evelyn?" a new voice said. Fred turned around to see George walking over, helping a limping Bill along.
"Hey Bill…George" Hermione said weakly.
"Hi guys," both said and Bill's attention went to Evelyn again, "did you say your name was Clara Evelyn?"
"Yeah," she said with a sad smile.
"You're in the Order, I heard mum and dad mention your name before," Bill said. Harry had never seen any of the Weasleys look so weak before aside from when he saw Mr. Weasley attacked by a snake last year. Bill looked broken and like he was about to cry.
Both of the Hogwarts students looked a little surprised but didn't question their teacher. Both were interested in a new girl that just showed up.
This young woman had long, flowing locks of bright blond hair and shimmering blue eyes.
"Bill, come getz a zeat…you are not feeling too well," she said with a French accent.
"Hi Fleur," Harry said, recognizing one of his former rivals in the Triwizard tournament.
"Ello 'Arry," she said with a sad smile and nodded to Hermione as she helped bill towards some of the seats in front of an open grave hole with a coffin floating magically over it.
"Well come on," George said. "Bill's giving a Eulogy soon." He led the way to the first rows of chairs that were placed there for them.
Harry couldn't help but fell extremely odd. He thought he should be sitting between Hermione and Ron, not Hermione and Professor Evelyn. It was like a missing piece to a puzzle and without that piece there was no point in trying to complete the puzzle.
After a few minutes a young man with blond hair and gray eyes walked up on the stage. He stared around then muttered, "Sonorus." That made everyone stare at him.
Harry noticed there was many red heads in the crowd and assumed they were the rest of the Weasleys.
"Hello, I'm Norman Zepher," the young man said. "Charles Weasley was my best friend for years. We became friends on the train to our first year at Hogwarts and hit it off right away. Charlie was a good man and an even better human being. He had a passion for both Quidditch and animals. In Hogwarts he was one of the best Seekers in history since James Potter himself. He could have been a professional but he decided to do something more…worthwhile with his life…no offence to any of the Quidditch players here. Charlie especially loved dragons, that's why he decided to work with them. When asked why he loved Dragons he would reply "because everyone thinks their dangerous, I think everything, even the dangerous things, should be given a chance." Charlie was not just a good man but a great man. Now we will hear from Billius Weasley." He waved his wand and the spell was lifted so his voice returned to normal, then he walked back to his seat and buried his head in his hands.
Nobody clapped but that was expected in a funeral. Everyone stared as Bill was helped up on stage by both Fred and George, who stood on either side of him and helped him stay tall, like he would have normally. Bill put the same spell on himself so everyone would hear him.
"Hi, I'm Bill Weasley and these are two of my brothers, Fred and George. What happened to our family is nothing short of a tragedy. It started last year when one of our brothers, Percy Weasley, left our family for the Ministry because we believed Dumbledore was right about you-know-who. Charlie and I, as well as our parents, decided to help fight against 'him' in any way possible, in the end though it was our youngest brother and sister, Ron and Ginny, who did the most. Charlie had a different job from the rest of us. Well we were fighting and protecting something, he was out on the field trying to get more people to help us…to believe us. Some of those people came to help when St. Mungo's was attacked. Charlie, like Norman said, was the best of us Weasleys. He was, without a doubt, the kindest and most outgoing of us all. Our family has a history of being Heads at Hogwarts and Prefect, but Charlie decided to give up that title to become Quidditch Captain. He didn't listen to anybody, he followed his dreams, which inspired my little brothers that stand by my side today to do what they wanted to do no matter what our mother said. Charlie's death was in vain though, and it will be until my mother, father, brothers and sister have returned."
Bill looked really close to tears now as he took a shuddering breath and continued, "Charlie, my baby brother, he shouldn't have died in that battle. No one should have. If anyone did have to die that day it should have been me, the oldest child, not Charlie. I should have protected him like he tried to protect Ron and Ginny. My parents should be here to witness this! I speak for myself, my parents, my living siblings, and most of all for Charlie, we need to win this war for all of them. When is it going to be enough? When all the students in Hogwarts are dead? We can't let this continue. I know my brother wouldn't want us to give up or act weak because of him. I know he's watching us right now, and he will be watching until the end of it all. We need to win. Please, I beg you, for Charlie and for everyone else who died, please help us fight in this war. Please…for my little brother…"
Bill was in tears right now, he couldn't continue and just hung his head for a few minutes then said, "My brother lived a happy life, but it was cut too short. He never got to get married or have kids and he'll never have any grandchildren coming up to him asking for stories of hid youth. We need this to stop now…I know none of you children, teenagers and young adults want to die before you get to experience all life as to offer and I know you adults don't want to watch your children be tortured or die before you. Charles Weasley…Charlie…please little brother, rest in peace…wherever you are."
He took the spell off his voice and was helped away by a crying Fred and George and into the seat in the front row.
Hermione was weeping onto Harry shoulder, and for the second time in along time Harry let tears slip silently down his cheeks as he watched Charlie's coffin sink into the ground. After a minute there was a small 'thump' then the ground that was throwing to the side slowly started to fill in the hole.
Professor Evelyn shook as she watched the tombstone appear and a message was magically written into it.
Charles "Charlie" Arthur Weasley
1969 – 1996
A brother, a son, a friend, a fighter
May he rest in peace
Then there was a picture of a dragon twisting around the upper right corner of the tomb stone.
Harry felt himself having a hard time breathing as he said, "It was all my fault." He tasted his salty tears and didn't like it one bit at all. He hated crying. It made him feel weak but he couldn't help it right now.
Hermione didn't say anything but shook her head and continued sobbing.
Sighing heavily he watched as people went up to the now totally covered grave stone and placed flowers around it.
(Author's Note: No this isn't the end of the chapter…I'm not that mean. Anyways I just wanted to explain how I got Charlie's birthday. In the third book Professor McGonagall says it's been 8 years (it's 1994 after new years in book 3) since they won the Quidditch cup, so it's been 8 years since Charlie left so if you do the math you get his birthday was around 1969…I might have made a slight mistake but oh well…on with the story again!)
When they got back to the school Harry just had a stern, cold face that didn't suit him very well and seemed more…Slytherin then anything else and Hermione was trying to keep her tear and mascara streaked face out of view of curious students.
"What's wrong Harry?" asked a concern sounding Cho Chang.
Harry could almost feel Hermione glaring at the Headgirl for some reason, although he didn't know what and said, "What do you think?" They then brushed past her and towards the Gryffindor common room.
When they entered the common room a few people looked over at them and the sound went down noticeable as Harry and Hermione walked into their respective dormitories.
Later on after they were in more comfortable cloths they came back down to the common room and sat with their friends.
"How was the funeral?" Lavender asked in a tiny, meek voice.
"Sad, but inspiring, that's for sure," Hermione said simply although her voice sounded almost forced as she shoved her head behind a book.
Harry smiled sadly at her and nodded then said, "Inspiring is a word I'd defiantly use. Bill Weasley, the oldest of the Weasley brothers was in tears about his own speech."
They all knew who Bill Weasley was. He had been here when they were in their fourth year at Hogwarts and all of them had taken a liking to them.
"The Weasleys don't deserve this, no one does," Parvati said.
Harry shook his head violently and said darkly, "Until Voldemort (many of them flinched) dies, nobody's safe, especially the people that are friends with me. Ever since Dumbledore and I were proved right about old Voldy coming back people seemed to be dying to get near me…I don't know why…if they get near me they'll die. So I understand and actually suggest you don't come near me anymore for your own safety."
Hermione made an odd noise causing everyone to look at her. Her eyes were red and she looked both sad and furious. "Don't you…don't you say…don't dare…I'm not going to stop being your friend Harry Potter. I'm already a target because of who I am and besides when you hit bottom you have nowhere else to go but up."
The others nodded too.
"What you're saying Harry does make sense," Neville said. "But remember what you said in Umbridge's class last year? We need to be ready for what waits for us out there. And who better then to help prepare us then the one person that's been head to head with you-know-who five times."
Harry stared at him for a minute then said, "Thanks guys, I guess."
There was a long slightly uncomfortable silence between them but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Harry felt some kind of understanding coming from everyone there, although they all hadn't been through everything he had, that was for sure.
"What are you doing?"
Harry looked up at Hermione's curious face. It was Sunday night and he was finishing up his Essay for Madam Pomfrey on how to properly heal a sprain ankle, it was quite dull to be honest.
"My essay for Healing. I suppose you have yours done already," Harry noted.
"I had it done the day she assigned it," Hermione said proudly then frowned and added, "I can't believe you're leaving it to the last minute…again."
He smiled sheepishly and said, "Hey Hermione…"
"I'm not letting you copy mine," she said harshly.
"I wasn't going to ask that," he replied, looking slightly insulted.
"Oh, well then what?"
"Have you ever had a dream, where you remember some things that happened, but you can't remember who said it at all?" Harry asked then shook his head lightly. "I'm just being stupid, never mind."
"No your not," Hermione replied. "I have had those dreams before, and I believe they're the most important ones."
"Really? That's an interesting thought," Harry said simply.
There was a pause then Hermione said, "You've been having dreams again, haven't you? Why hasn't Dumbledore offered to teach you Occumancy again?"
"He said last year, in the Ministry, that I didn't need it anymore. I have something stronger then that inside of me. Did I tell you that Voldemort possessed me then? No? Well anyways he did and somehow I warded him out. Dumbledore said it was my love or my emotions that helped me survive that," Harry explained. "Anyways back to my dream. Yes I have been having them, but they're not leading me anywhere or anything, I know that."
"Well what does happen?" she pressed on.
"That's the thing, unlike my other weird dreams I can't remember. I know there's two figures, I think one's male and one's female. Anyways one tries to attack me and is evil and the other protects me and gives me warnings. I know it's weird…I can't remember what they look like or anything. I constantly hear this one line that the girl said…she says 'don't trust him' but I have no clue who the bastard is," Harry growled and kicked the table in front of him.
Hermione raised an eyebrow and said, "Calm down. I know all our emotions are running on the edge right now but that doesn't give you a reason to beat up the table."
Harry smiled weakly and said, "I'm just frustrated that's all. Usually I remember my dreams but this time I can't, and I think it's really important."
"Well just keep trying to remember," she suggested. "Write down what you remember the second you wake up and try and piece it together."
"You know that's a good idea," Harry said and looked down at his homework with a worried look.
"That's not all that's wrong, is it?"
"I've just got this feeling…like foreboding or something," he said with a shrug.
"Don't just shrug that off Harry," Hermione said. "Trust your gut instinct."
Harry gave a cold laugh that didn't suit him and said, "The last time I did that we ended up at the Ministry with all of you hurt and Sirius dead. You were right last time Hermione and I'll never doubt you again."
"Good. Then trust me now."
They stared at each other for a minute before Hermione said, "What are you writing, that doesn't make sense." She was looking at his now finished essay.
"I was hoping you could read it over," Harry said.
She rolled her eyes and sat down next to him and started reading over his essay, scratching out lines and muttering about grammar.
The night was calm and cool. Everyone except for a few teachers, Order members, ghosts and Mrs. Norris was asleep.
In the sixth year male Gryffindors dorm Harry was tossing and turning in his bed like he did whenever he had a bad dream.
He was walking towards the Gryffindor common room and kept looking behind him nervously, as if scared he was being followed.
Suddenly a crash came from behind him just as he came into the area where the portrait to the Gryffindor common room was. He stared at the dark hall behind him then turned around and took off towards the portrait was but the Fat Lady wasn't there.
Feeling a wave of panic fly through him he heard heavy footsteps and heavy breathing that didn't quite sound human.
Suddenly something lashed out at him from the shadows and a high pitch, female, scream was heard.
Harry's eyes snapped open as he really did hear the scream and everyone else did too from the way they shot up.
He grabbed his housecoat and took off downstairs. People were coming out of their dorms to see what was happening.
Harry felt as if his head was about to split in two because of the pain radiating from his scar.
"Harry, be careful," Katie Bell's voice rang out as he reached the portrait and pushed it open.
There was no creature and there was no person, but there was a puddle of blood on the floor.
Harry gasped with shock, causing everyone behind him to look confused as he stepped into the hallway, pulled out his wand and muttered, "Lumos."
He shined the light around and listened to every sound carefully. He could hear footsteps rushing towards them but he could tell (somehow) that it was either teachers or members of the Order. The light from his wand suddenly fell on the wall beside the blood and he stared in shock.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked. She managed to force her way to the front of the crowd.
"All the pieces are set, I've made the first move, you're one down, your warnings are up," Harry read. The writing was in blood, most likely the blood of the person attacked. But what made his heart skip a beat in terror was the bloody handprint on the wall, obviously the person had fought to keep away from whatever it was, and failed.
Suddenly Dumbledore appeared flanked by Snape, McGonagall, Evelyn, Tonks and Remus. They all stared with just as much sock as the students had at the scene in front of them.
Tonks shook her head and turned away from the scene. Everyone else just stood and seemed to be petrified…one thought running through all of their heads.
Someone or something dangerous had entered Hogwarts.
Needless to say no one in the Gryffindor tower slept very well that night. Actually no one slept at all. That all sat in the common room, waiting to hear who it was that was attacked.
All the first years were huddled together, looking highly startled and scared. Harry couldn't blame them but he didn't remember being like that.
"Did we ever act scared like that?" Harry said out loud well looking at them.
"No you didn't," a seventh year named Nathan said.
"At least you personally Harry," Katie agree. "You never seemed to be scared of anything. Your first Quidditch match was the first time I've seen you scared. Hermione, I saw you cry once but you looked more or less confident enough, and Ron…well no offence to him or anything but he was always a little more…of a scary cat then you two."
Harry nodded and stared at the burning fire as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Hey," a seventh year prefect named Brent said as he stood up and got everyone's attention. "Here's an easier way of finding out who it was rather then waiting. Let's just see who's here. Every year check and tell me if anyone's missing…preferably a girl because I don't think a boy could scream like that, not even if being tortured."
Harry shrugged, his whole year, except for poor Ron, was here.
Suddenly one of the four years screamed and said, "Kathy's gone!"
"And who are you?" Brent asked her.
"I'm Kallie, Kathy's twin sister," she said with sad eyes. "She looks exactly like me."
Harry stared at the young girl then suddenly remembered in his dream he looked at a piece of silver on the wall and saw a blurred reflection, but he could tell that it was indeed this Kathy kid.
"It was her," he blurted out, making everyone stare at him.
"How do you know?" Neville asked.
"I saw it, I woke up the same time she screamed. There was something following her, and it wasn't human," Harry stated.
"Amazing, you were in her head without meaning to," Brent muttered. "Do you think you could try again?"
Harry stared at him for a minute then said, "I've never been able to do it on my own. The only person who's mind I've ever been in before was…Voldemort's (there as many gasps and winces) and that wasn't intentional. I don't know how in Merlin's name I got in Kathy's mind."
He slumped down slightly, not wanting to see the sad look on Kallie's face. Suddenly a warm voice floated through the air and said, "The creature that tried to take her accidentally killed her. I assure you I'm on your side, and I assure you that dying now would be better then what she'd have to go through later on. Her body's down by the lake."
Harry didn't wait for the voice to finish fade completely. He was up and running out of the door with Hermione, Mark, Kallie, Brent and a few others behind him. He could hear the fifth year prefects keeping everyone back.
Kallie was actually the first one to reach the lakeside, and probably the worst one too. She saw her sister's mangled and bloody body and burst out in tears.
Everyone else ran up and stared in pure shock.
"What do you think you're doing?" Professor Snape said as he marched over to them. He had saw them all run by and was itching to take away points, that was until he saw the body of the girl on the ground.
He simply shot a beam of silver sparks towards the castle and walked over to the mangled girl and her crying sister. He levitated the dead one without saying anything and conjured a white sheet.
"Cover her with it," he said to Kallie, who picked it up and placed it over her sister. The scene made the seventh year female prefect, Laura, stared at the scene and actually started crying.
"She was only 13…" Hermione muttered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Everyone sat in the Great Hall the next day, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin were all talking animatedly when they walked in. They got a day off of class and didn't think anything of it. Until they saw the Gryffindors.
All of them looked tired and many of the girls had tears going down their faces while the boys all looked beyond pissed.
"Students, we are taking a day off of classes to mourn," Dumbledore said as everyone was settled and he stood up. "The worst has happened; a student was attacked inside of Hogwarts."
Whispers exploded through the hall but quickly were quieted down.
"The culprit has not been apprehended and we need all of you to be on guard. Just like four years ago, when the Chamber of Secrets was opened, no student is to wander alone. That rule hasn't really been enforced yet this year like I said it would but it's going to be. That will change soon enough. Prefects your new duties will be given to you by the Headboy and girl. Now on another note if anyone knows anything about what could have happened please come forwards…for the sake of Kathy Vance's family. Now please try to enjoy your lunch and would Harry Potter please go to my office? Thank you."
Kallie Vance wasn't present that day, her family had pulled her out of Hogwarts the second they knew of what happened to her twin sister which shocked Harry a lot because her mother was in the Order!
He didn't have time to think about that though as he had to go talk to Dumbledore and he could guess what it was about.
"Now Harry I hear that you had a vision of this happening, or rather you saw it as it did happen," Dumbledore said the second the two entered his office.
"Yes sir," Harry mumbled, noting that all the pictures were staring at him curiously.
"Just like last year I would like to know in who's prospective you saw this from," the headmaster demanded.
"I saw it from Kathy's point of view," Harry said and suddenly felt someone trying to penetrate his mind. He knew that magic anywhere. No it wasn't Voldemort, but Dumbledore.
Dumbledore looked surprised as he felt something slam in the way between his mind and Harry's and realized soon that it was sheer anger and rage. "I told you how I saw it, I'm not lying."
"I don't doubt you are Harry, I was just checking for signs of Voldemort in your mind…"
"Voldemort? Who cares about him right now, we were talking about a little girl dying!"
"Yes but I believe that he—"
"--Had something to do with it. Of course he does and everyone knows it! You're the only one here that can see that sir and don't think for a minute that you are. Forget him for a minute though! A 13 year old girl died! That's too young to die! Fuck my parents were to young to die! Nobody deserves it! And here you are thinking about missions, prophecies and other things. I can see why they yanked Kallie out of this school now…she would probably be next," Harry said, his voice started in a yelled and died down to a whisper in the end.
"Next?" Dumbledore asked.
"This is only the beginning, you know that?" Harry said and stood up. "It happened right under your nose…you should have known. I have nothing to say to you right now sir so I'll just excuse myself." Harry turned and walked out of the door, slamming it behind him.
One of the portraits chuckled and said, "That reminds me of little Lily Evans…"
"For good reason too, she was his mother," another said seriously.
Dumbledore sighed and placed his head in his hands and for the second time in the past 5 months he let a silver tear roll down his cheek and onto the floor.
Author's Random Babbling
Hey again peoples! Ok this time that little title right there, author's random babbling, doesn't really suit this. I'm addressing some important things here from reviews that might not seem so important to most people.
First I want to say something that has nothing to do with my fic or anything like that. It has to do with something that happened recently around here. Someone I knew fairly well went to a Teen Dance (ages 13-18) and this guy was thrown out for causing trouble. He went to his car and was surrounded by a large group of people who smashed in the windows of his car (at least that's what all the adults told me) and he tried to drive away but he hit a group of people. One girl died, and that girl was the one I was referring to. Now this is more or less a tribute to her because she didn't need to die…that's why I've got the whole funeral and dying too young theme in this chapter…
R.I.P Emily, we're all going to miss you…
I guess I'll move onto another topic right now because if I kept writing about that this chapter would probably be 20 pages long.
Here's some things that I'm pointing out thanks to reviews…
Dumbledore seemed very out of character when dealing with Harry, I know that, and that's the whole point. This is important so keep it in mind!
As of Dean and Seamus acting out of character…well I'm not 100% sure what they act like, they've only been in parts of the books so we didn't really get to grasp on their characters that much anyways…besides, their teenage boys! They're supposed to act weird! LOL! That was actually directed more to my friends that are guys so no one else take that to offence.
That cave…well really why would I have put it there if it wasn't important? Just to throw you off? Actually I might have so this isn't helping much is it? The thing inside it is important though…I'll tell you that.
There have been a few important hints in this story so far, it's constantly being repeated too! It gives away who…well I'll get to that later on! I know, I'm terrible aren't I?
Oh and just so you know Harry isn't going to actually DATE four different girls…it's more or less one sided, or at least there's no feelings behind it…it's confusing…can't explain it,
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