Phoenix Tears
By Phoenix Ash
Rating: T
Spoilers: SS, COS, POA, GOF, OOTP, HBP
Category: action/adventure/romance
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Chapter Thirteen
Death Toll
The death toll rose into the hundreds. The shops that were destroyed were being rebuilt, such as Ollivander's old shop and a cauldron store Harry didn't know the name of. He had taken to making sure the members of the D.A. were resting up. He met Neville in the afternoon on the thirteenth.
"Hey nev." He said, sitting across from him in his house.
"Hi."
"How are you?" he asked.
"I'm doing fine. Luna came here this morning talking about how she remembers me dead, which is odd because I remember that too."
"Hm, odd." Harry replied.
"It's weird. I remember standing over my body while Luna cried. It feels like their someone else's memories, but I know their mine."
"Perhaps some rest will help you. I'll see you later." He apparated into Ottery ST. Chappole and returned to the burrow.
"How's Hermione?" he asked Ginny. She looked flushed from anger.
"Not well. She's been speaking gibberish constantly and her eyes are glowing blue."
"What do we do?" he asked.
"I don't know. All I know is that Ron's been at her side all day and that she's had several fainting spells."
"Please keep me informed." He said slightly coldly. He went up to his room he shared with Ron.
He removed his glove and flexed his hand, feeling refreshed. He took his communicator.
"Harry to Justin." He said.
"Justin here."
"Report."
"Knockturn alley has been decimated and some shops around that area are in pretty bad shape. Ollivander's has been burnt to the ground." Justin replied.
"Thank you. Harry out."
He sighed and moved to his bed and sat there in contemplation. Ginny came into the room.
"Harry, what's wrong?" she asked.
"First we battle in the department of mysteries. Then we go and battle again in Diagon alley, then I meet a supposed God named Cronos-"
"What?" Ginny asked.
"I met Cronos in an alternate universe of sorts. In that timeline Neville died and he wasn't supposed to, so he asked me to go back in time and prevented him from dying." He explained.
"That's interesting." She said.
"Not really."
"So that's what's bothering you?"
"No, it's the war. How many people will die before I'm ready to kill him!" he shouted. He smashed his fist into the desk, shattering it. He grabbed his wand and repaired it.
"You can't save everyone." She soothed him.
"Yeah, but still…" he trailed off.
"You need to rest."
"One more thing." He got the communicator and announced to everyone that there would be a meeting tomorrow at noon. The cool thing about the communicators was that it recorded the transmissions.
"Okay."
He lay in bed and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
He was in a cold marble room.
"Are they ready Wormtail?" he hissed.
"All is going according to plan, master. The clones are being trained as we speak."
Harry inspected his inhuman hand.
"I want to make an example. Send one hundred Death eaters to destroy mudblood and muggle homes. Tell them they may choose which ones, I do not care. I want the world to know of this massacre for decades to come."
"Yes master."
"I want Harry Potter to feel my wrath. I want him screaming for the pain to stop. He will pay for his victories." He hissed.
"Yes master."
"All is going according to plan. Now that the old man is dead, I want to attack Hogwarts once and for all. Over the course of the year, assemble teams to 'wreak havoc'."
"Yes master."
"Now go." Wormtail nodded and left. He cackled and looked in the mirror and he saw the familiar face of lord Voldemort.
Harry woke up screaming.
Again, it was short, so sorry. This is the second to the last of book one. Please read and review.