Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not own the movies 'Dragon Heart' and 'Dragon Heart: New Beginnings'.
Mayday! This is a plead to all fans, and/or players, of the Final Fantasy VIII game. I'm really stuck! Okay, I defeated Seifer, but now that I face off Adel, I get creamed every time! Someone please help me out here!
Replies to reviewers:
shdurrani: thanks for the review.
athenakitty: Thanks for the review. As to your first question, read below for an answer. To answer your second question, when the phoenixes use their magic, especially the barely trained ones, it drains the magic from their bodies. Harry accidentally used too magic at one time and made himself faint.
Last time on Phoenix Fire:
"Don't ever do that again," Alexia growled out, her voice faint, and cleared her throat, before speaking once more, "I hate having to do that."
"Angel," she stated calmly, seething mad inside, "I thought I told the Wings to stay behind until the Phoenixes were gathered and the Dragons arrived."
"It's bad," Angel replied softly, "They found us easily and we had to battle them. God was with us... We had zero casualties, but..."
"TONKS!" she screamed out and whipped around to face Aeria "Let her go! You're killing her!"
"Never sneak up on a Wing," Aeria snarled out, "We're quite dangerous when we're provoked."
Chapter 14
Hermione nodded once, stepped up to Harry, and did as she had been instructed. Just as soon as she had started to concentrate, she felt herself getting pulled in. What she was greeted by, froze her blood... Images...hundreds and hundreds of images... None of which, as far as she could see, were good. She quickly realized that she was seeing Harry's childhood memories...
/"BOY!! Get in here and fix breakfast!"/
Hermione wheeled around as the voice of Vernon Dursley burst through the silence. She stared at the memory, as a ten-year-old Harry came out of the cupboard under the stairs, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and started fixing breakfast...
/"How many are there?!" demanded a fat boy as he gazed over a mountain of presents.
"Thirty six..." replied Vernon Dursley proudly, "Counted them myself."
"Thirty six?!" the fat boy, known as Dudley Dursley, screamed, "THIRTY SIX! BUT LAST YEAR I HAD THIRTY SEVEN!"
... ... ...
Harry stared at the entrapped snake.
"Hello..."
The Boa Constrictor's head raised up and it nodded.
Harry's eyes widened. "You can understand me!?"
Again the snake nodded, answering his question. Harry looked over at the sign and saw Brazil on it.
"So, have you ever been to Brazil?"
The snake shook its head and turned to another sign; one that read: Raised in Captivity. Just then, Harry was shoved out of the way, as the fat boy reappeared and slammed against the glass.
"Muumy, daddy! Look, at what the snake is doing!"
Harry glared at his portley cousin and the glass to the snake's habitat disappeared. Before he could react, Dudley Dursley fell through the open space and into the snake's enclosure. The Boa paid him no mind as it slithered past him and onto the floor.
Thanksss Amigo... it hissed before making its way out the door...
... ... ...
"But I don't know how it happened!" Harry screamed as Vernon Dursley literally carried him into the house, "The glass was there one minute and gone the next! It was like magic!"
Vernon shoved Harry into the cupboard, slammed the door shut and locked it.
"There's no such thing as magic!"/(1)
Hermione stared at the memory in horror.
'THAT was how Harry had been treated before he came to Hogwarts?! How could anyone be so cruel!?'
/Five-year-old Harry shivered as he stared up at the towering form of Vernon Dursley. His uncle was furious at Harry and Harry couldn't understand why. All he had done was lightly burnt the toast... Harry's eyes widened in horror-he had burnt the toast! ... ... .../
Hermione continue to watch the memory play with nausia threatening to overpower her.
'Oh, God, please, tell me these aren't really his memories!'
Suddenly she heard the sound of singing, but it was a woman's voice. Whoever it was, she could sing beautifully...
/"Go to sleep, my little Harry
Dream of white, fluffy, clouds
Where Snitches chase you with golden wings
And there's angels all around.../(2)
Hermione felt herself tear up; she was hearing Lily Potter sing to her son-to Harry-when he was a baby. Suddenly she heard gut-wrenching sobs from somewhere nearby the singing's origins. It was the kind of sobs you would hear from a grieving man and Hermione instatly knew that she was hearing the cries of her Harry-the fifteen-year-old Harry...
Meanwhile... Outside Harry's Mind...
Ron was as pale as a sheet as he, along with everyone else, watched the two still forms for any signs of life. Angel was acting like it was a Quiddich game and was commenting everything she saw to them.
"She's viewing a memory of his childhood... I can see it and it's horrible... Oh, some woman is singing and it sounds like a man is crying..."
Ginny had done fled to the safety of Draco's arms and the Slytherin seemed to be paler than normal.
"Come on Hermione," Alexia whispered under her breath, "He's running out of time..."
Hermione followed the sounds and came upon a surprising sight. Leaning against a memory, watching the one next to it, was a tall form. It couldn't have been Harry because he was too old. He reached up and touched the memory as if he could still feel the warm of the skin of Lily Potter. Hermione noted that the figure's arms and legs were shackled to the ground with iron chains. Hermioned swallowed nervously and took a step toward him.
"E-Excuse me?" she questioned, shaking visibly.
The man whirled around and Hermione gasped as chocolate met emerald. The man was, in fact, Harry, but he looked to be at least twenty-one years of age.
"Who are you?" he spoke with an aged version of Harry's voice.
"Hermione Granger."
"Hermione Granger?" he repeated, "Sorry, don't ring a bell."
Heartbroken, Hermione ran away from the thing that couldn't possibly be her Harry. Suddenly she was swallowed by darkness and felt as if she weighed a ton. Hermione was surprised when a bright yellow phoenix, made up of energy and magic, surrounded her. She found it easier to move and she didn't feel like she weighed a ton anymore.
Without any warning she felt herself drawn in a direction. She followed the pull and walked for what seemed like forever. She finally saw a bright silver light in the distance. Immediately she understood that the silver light was Harry's phoenix spirit; it was guarding him like hers was guarding her. She could see a form lying under the energy phoenix and gasped when she saw that it was her Harry.
"HARRY!"
The form's head raised and focused on her and Hermione saw a familiar smile come across his lips. Emerald eyes shined with a light Hermione had gotten used to seeing.
"Mione?"
Slowly Harry struggled to his feet and staggered over to her. He reached out to touch her and fell to his knees.
"What happened Harry?" she asked him softly.
"Uh," Harry began lamely, "After I overdid it and drained myself, Voldemort got in here when I passed out. I had to fight him by myself and I barely got him to leave; it almost killed me."
"Harry, everyone is worried about you," Hermione began softly, "Even Draco... But that doesn't matter since you're alright... I was so scared...and I couldn't stand it if you died."
"Let's get out of here then," Harry stated softly, trying to change the subject, "Uh, how do we get out?"
"You don't know how to get out?!" Hermione yelled out in surprise, "It's your mind!"
"Er, well," Harry began lamely, "I don't ever go this far back in my mind, but Voldemort drove me back here."
Back outside...
Angel groaned as she heard their conversation.
'Neither of them know how to get out? Oh, Merlin!'
Angel sighed and then started to direct the two out of the deepest parts of Harry's mind. She watched, as inside the boy's mind,the two passed by the other Harry and was amused by the shocked look on the boy's astral face. Finally the two found their way back to the conscious parts of Harry's mind and were envolped in a white light.
Finally the two began to move and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Harry slowly sat up, holding his head and wincing. Hermione stood up and also winced as she tried to wake up her legs. Harry then sighed and turned around to sit normally on the couch. Everyone rushed forward and hugged the two like crazy; tears were rushing down Molly and Ginny's faces.
Angel sighed as she stood in the background with her two friends and commanders.
"Thank you, Angel," Alexia stated softly.
"What are you thanking me for?" she asked simply, "I just opened the door, the girl did all the work..."
"Still..." Jordan replied softly, "You did open the way."
"Yeah...well..." Angel started, but then changed the subject by asking "Are either of you going to go back?"
"I'll go," Alexia replied softly, "Jordan can stay and help find the last Phoenix."
"Are you sure?" Jordan asked, worried, "What about your condition?! What about Harry?"
"I'm sure," Alexia replied softly, "We'll be okay. He'll understand later."
The next minute the two were vaguely explaining why Alexia had leave. Harry didn't like it, but he told Alexia that he'd cope. So, Alexia and Angel both disappeared in a fashion similar to Apparating; the technique was different enough to work in Anti-Apparation warded areas and be undetectable. Jordan turned to Harry after Alexia was gone.
"This is going to be a long vacation," he groaned, "A very long vacation..."
1. taken from the Harry Potter Movie. Written from memory.
2. sappy I know.
Mayday! This is a plead to all fans, and/or players, of the Final Fantasy VIII game. I'm really stuck! Okay, I defeated Seifer, but now that I face off Adel, I get creamed every time! Someone please help me out here!
Replies to reviewers:
shdurrani: thanks for the review.
athenakitty: Thanks for the review. As to your first question, read below for an answer. To answer your second question, when the phoenixes use their magic, especially the barely trained ones, it drains the magic from their bodies. Harry accidentally used too magic at one time and made himself faint.
Last time on Phoenix Fire:
"Don't ever do that again," Alexia growled out, her voice faint, and cleared her throat, before speaking once more, "I hate having to do that."
"Angel," she stated calmly, seething mad inside, "I thought I told the Wings to stay behind until the Phoenixes were gathered and the Dragons arrived."
"It's bad," Angel replied softly, "They found us easily and we had to battle them. God was with us... We had zero casualties, but..."
"TONKS!" she screamed out and whipped around to face Aeria "Let her go! You're killing her!"
"Never sneak up on a Wing," Aeria snarled out, "We're quite dangerous when we're provoked."
Chapter 14
Hermione nodded once, stepped up to Harry, and did as she had been instructed. Just as soon as she had started to concentrate, she felt herself getting pulled in. What she was greeted by, froze her blood... Images...hundreds and hundreds of images... None of which, as far as she could see, were good. She quickly realized that she was seeing Harry's childhood memories...
/"BOY!! Get in here and fix breakfast!"/
Hermione wheeled around as the voice of Vernon Dursley burst through the silence. She stared at the memory, as a ten-year-old Harry came out of the cupboard under the stairs, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and started fixing breakfast...
/"How many are there?!" demanded a fat boy as he gazed over a mountain of presents.
"Thirty six..." replied Vernon Dursley proudly, "Counted them myself."
"Thirty six?!" the fat boy, known as Dudley Dursley, screamed, "THIRTY SIX! BUT LAST YEAR I HAD THIRTY SEVEN!"
... ... ...
Harry stared at the entrapped snake.
"Hello..."
The Boa Constrictor's head raised up and it nodded.
Harry's eyes widened. "You can understand me!?"
Again the snake nodded, answering his question. Harry looked over at the sign and saw Brazil on it.
"So, have you ever been to Brazil?"
The snake shook its head and turned to another sign; one that read: Raised in Captivity. Just then, Harry was shoved out of the way, as the fat boy reappeared and slammed against the glass.
"Muumy, daddy! Look, at what the snake is doing!"
Harry glared at his portley cousin and the glass to the snake's habitat disappeared. Before he could react, Dudley Dursley fell through the open space and into the snake's enclosure. The Boa paid him no mind as it slithered past him and onto the floor.
Thanksss Amigo... it hissed before making its way out the door...
... ... ...
"But I don't know how it happened!" Harry screamed as Vernon Dursley literally carried him into the house, "The glass was there one minute and gone the next! It was like magic!"
Vernon shoved Harry into the cupboard, slammed the door shut and locked it.
"There's no such thing as magic!"/(1)
Hermione stared at the memory in horror.
'THAT was how Harry had been treated before he came to Hogwarts?! How could anyone be so cruel!?'
/Five-year-old Harry shivered as he stared up at the towering form of Vernon Dursley. His uncle was furious at Harry and Harry couldn't understand why. All he had done was lightly burnt the toast... Harry's eyes widened in horror-he had burnt the toast! ... ... .../
Hermione continue to watch the memory play with nausia threatening to overpower her.
'Oh, God, please, tell me these aren't really his memories!'
Suddenly she heard the sound of singing, but it was a woman's voice. Whoever it was, she could sing beautifully...
/"Go to sleep, my little Harry
Dream of white, fluffy, clouds
Where Snitches chase you with golden wings
And there's angels all around.../(2)
Hermione felt herself tear up; she was hearing Lily Potter sing to her son-to Harry-when he was a baby. Suddenly she heard gut-wrenching sobs from somewhere nearby the singing's origins. It was the kind of sobs you would hear from a grieving man and Hermione instatly knew that she was hearing the cries of her Harry-the fifteen-year-old Harry...
Meanwhile... Outside Harry's Mind...
Ron was as pale as a sheet as he, along with everyone else, watched the two still forms for any signs of life. Angel was acting like it was a Quiddich game and was commenting everything she saw to them.
"She's viewing a memory of his childhood... I can see it and it's horrible... Oh, some woman is singing and it sounds like a man is crying..."
Ginny had done fled to the safety of Draco's arms and the Slytherin seemed to be paler than normal.
"Come on Hermione," Alexia whispered under her breath, "He's running out of time..."
Hermione followed the sounds and came upon a surprising sight. Leaning against a memory, watching the one next to it, was a tall form. It couldn't have been Harry because he was too old. He reached up and touched the memory as if he could still feel the warm of the skin of Lily Potter. Hermione noted that the figure's arms and legs were shackled to the ground with iron chains. Hermioned swallowed nervously and took a step toward him.
"E-Excuse me?" she questioned, shaking visibly.
The man whirled around and Hermione gasped as chocolate met emerald. The man was, in fact, Harry, but he looked to be at least twenty-one years of age.
"Who are you?" he spoke with an aged version of Harry's voice.
"Hermione Granger."
"Hermione Granger?" he repeated, "Sorry, don't ring a bell."
Heartbroken, Hermione ran away from the thing that couldn't possibly be her Harry. Suddenly she was swallowed by darkness and felt as if she weighed a ton. Hermione was surprised when a bright yellow phoenix, made up of energy and magic, surrounded her. She found it easier to move and she didn't feel like she weighed a ton anymore.
Without any warning she felt herself drawn in a direction. She followed the pull and walked for what seemed like forever. She finally saw a bright silver light in the distance. Immediately she understood that the silver light was Harry's phoenix spirit; it was guarding him like hers was guarding her. She could see a form lying under the energy phoenix and gasped when she saw that it was her Harry.
"HARRY!"
The form's head raised and focused on her and Hermione saw a familiar smile come across his lips. Emerald eyes shined with a light Hermione had gotten used to seeing.
"Mione?"
Slowly Harry struggled to his feet and staggered over to her. He reached out to touch her and fell to his knees.
"What happened Harry?" she asked him softly.
"Uh," Harry began lamely, "After I overdid it and drained myself, Voldemort got in here when I passed out. I had to fight him by myself and I barely got him to leave; it almost killed me."
"Harry, everyone is worried about you," Hermione began softly, "Even Draco... But that doesn't matter since you're alright... I was so scared...and I couldn't stand it if you died."
"Let's get out of here then," Harry stated softly, trying to change the subject, "Uh, how do we get out?"
"You don't know how to get out?!" Hermione yelled out in surprise, "It's your mind!"
"Er, well," Harry began lamely, "I don't ever go this far back in my mind, but Voldemort drove me back here."
Back outside...
Angel groaned as she heard their conversation.
'Neither of them know how to get out? Oh, Merlin!'
Angel sighed and then started to direct the two out of the deepest parts of Harry's mind. She watched, as inside the boy's mind,the two passed by the other Harry and was amused by the shocked look on the boy's astral face. Finally the two found their way back to the conscious parts of Harry's mind and were envolped in a white light.
Finally the two began to move and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Harry slowly sat up, holding his head and wincing. Hermione stood up and also winced as she tried to wake up her legs. Harry then sighed and turned around to sit normally on the couch. Everyone rushed forward and hugged the two like crazy; tears were rushing down Molly and Ginny's faces.
Angel sighed as she stood in the background with her two friends and commanders.
"Thank you, Angel," Alexia stated softly.
"What are you thanking me for?" she asked simply, "I just opened the door, the girl did all the work..."
"Still..." Jordan replied softly, "You did open the way."
"Yeah...well..." Angel started, but then changed the subject by asking "Are either of you going to go back?"
"I'll go," Alexia replied softly, "Jordan can stay and help find the last Phoenix."
"Are you sure?" Jordan asked, worried, "What about your condition?! What about Harry?"
"I'm sure," Alexia replied softly, "We'll be okay. He'll understand later."
The next minute the two were vaguely explaining why Alexia had leave. Harry didn't like it, but he told Alexia that he'd cope. So, Alexia and Angel both disappeared in a fashion similar to Apparating; the technique was different enough to work in Anti-Apparation warded areas and be undetectable. Jordan turned to Harry after Alexia was gone.
"This is going to be a long vacation," he groaned, "A very long vacation..."
1. taken from the Harry Potter Movie. Written from memory.
2. sappy I know.
