Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potterâ only this particular plot line
Written by: RR and TP (no real names)
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CHAPTER 9
Author's note: I wasn't saying I would stop, just that I would only be able to post one or twice a weekâ more around the weekends and holidays (American). Sorryâ no one guessed stuff right! There are clues... if you find themâ you will get recognition
The old man found this impossible-to-pass-through castle disappointing. The wall spikes were obvious. The collapsing floor didn't work right. The flying axes were easy to dodge. The lava monster was too old. The basilisk was dead already. And finally, the port key door handle to the bottomless pit sent itself back too soon. Dumbledore entered the final room. Four swords were on a pedestal in the center of the room. He stared down at them, then placed each one into its sheath, and placed them somewhere in his robes. Three of them had never been used. One was currently caked with the blood of a basilisk. Dumbledore unsheathed Godric's sword. Harry had seemed to notice a lot about the sword when he first saw it. The balance, the jewels, and the engraving were all masterful. However, there was one thing he did not notice. Faded on the blade, was more blood. Not from an animal, so to speak. It was the blood of Salazar Slytherin.
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The boy who lived pivoted on his left foot, and shot a curse at Nott. He spun again, hitting Bellatrix. Hermione's own wand was furiously spitting beams of light in various directions. Ron was over leaning against a wall, his eyes open, reflecting the scene. He could see it, but he could not move. Ginny's arm was oozing blood, but she managed to fire a curse every once in a while. Luna was firing curses towards the death eaters, while trying to attend to Ron. Neville, surprisingly, was single handedly holding off three death eaters. And, probably the most unexpected, Draco Malfoy was there to. He smirked, as if he had wanted to do this for a long time, as he fired several curses into his father. The tide was turning. It looked as if Harry and his friends would win, and there would be no casualties on their side. Two more death eaters hit the ground.
"AVADRA KEDAVERA!"
Hermione gasped as a wall of green light speed towards her. VOldemort should have died in the last battle. He couldn't have survived, but somehow, he was here to fire that curse. Hermione took in a breath, as the green disappeared.
She opened her eyes. She was covered in sweat. She looked over to her right. Harry was there. It had all been a dream. A weird dream. Who would have thought Malfoy? She sighed. Harry was so cute. He was very gentle too. She just remembered her shirt was off. The fun memories of the night before flooded into her mind. Harry had insisted, however, that they would not go too far. Little did they know that Ron and Luna were not keeping to as strict conduct. Screw what his mom had said, he and Luna were in love, and needed a way to express it. While they were doing this, and Hermione was starting to far back asleep, at loud snap downstairs got everyone, except Ron and Luna, to go down stairs to investigate. They found Dumbledore sitting at the table, reading the daily prophet. He was completely drenched.
"Umm professor?" Hermione asked, "What happened?"
"I was on a vacation."
"Umm to where, the bottom of the ocean?" Harry inquired.
"If you must know, Uberwald."
"But professor," Hermione gasped. "All that is there is a great big castle that is impossible to get through."
"Yes, but before they gave it that particularly long title, they never asked me to try."
"But why on earth would you need to be there?"
"Mrs. Granger, do you know what is in the castle?"
"Noâ Because no one can pass it"
Dumbledore reached into his cloak, unsheathing Godric's sword.
"You should have cleaned the basilisk blood off of it," Harry said.
"I did."
"But then what is"
"Harry, this sword, as you know, belonged to one of the founders of Hogwarts. It was the only of four swords to ever be used. They were supposed to be for looks, but each had a spell on them. They were both so valuable, that they were to be sent to a place where only the four founders could apparently get to. After being out of the sorting hat for some time, the sword just vanished. But I had to get itâ You need it"
"Why professor?" Harry asked at the same time as Hermione.
"Because as I told you Harry. This isn't Basilisk blood. You never noticed, being too engaged in your battle with the basilisk, but this was there when the hat gave you the sword."
"What blood is itâ The sorting hat doesn't have"
"No, this blood is from when the sword was thrust into Salazar Slytherin's heart.
Mrs. Weasley gasped.
"But why do I need it?" Harry inquired.
"Because, it was the only way in which Godric could kill Salazar. You see, their wands shared cores."
Realization dawned on Harry. This sword would be needed to kill Voldemort. Hermione put her arm around Harry, and grabbed the sword, studying it.
"I sensed a connection between you two. A very deep connection," Dumbledore pointed out.
WHAM!
A large owl thwacked its head on the window. Thinking they had not gotten the message, it reared back again. Ginny came forward, grabbed the letter, and darted into her room.
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Dear Ginny,
When are you going to Diagon Alley. I hope I can see you there. My father has no idea about this though, so we will need privacy. I'm beginning to hate him. He wants me to get the Dark Mark soon. I'm going to have to refuse, but if I do, I will be disowned for sure.
Love,
Draco