Chapter 13:
When Harry, Ron, and the Baudelaires returned, Hermione and Ginny proudly presented the potions, which were finally ready. They kept both cauldrons upstairs in Harry's room. But the cauldrons would be sitting there for a while. Because, though the Death Eaters were everywhere, for several days, they did not come.
Then one night, Harry and the Baudelaires woke up screaming, drenched in sweat. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley scrambled between the two rooms, trying to see what the matter was. When Harry realized that the Baudelaires had nightmare too, he rushed to their room, ignoring Mrs. Weasley's orders to stay in bed. The Baudelaires were babbling to Hermione about their dreams and she was trying helplessly to calm them down.
"What happened?" Harry demanded over their babbling. His scar was burning. The Baudelaires turned to him.
"I had a dream that Olaf was here!" Klaus cried. "He was here! And my sisters had the same dream!"
"But it wasn't only Olaf," Violet said. "There were other people. Wizards and witches I think. And then there was one that… I don't know how to describe him. He was so much worse that Count Olaf. And so much more evil." Harry knew she saw Voldemort. He turned to Sunny to hear what she had to say. Sunny had the covers wrapped around her tightly.
"Terrified," was all that Sunny said. That was all she had to say. Harry rubbed it his scar. It was hurting worse than he'd ever known. And what was weirder, his dream was pretty much exactly like the Baudelaires. He wondered if the reason his scar was hurting was because Voldemort was nearby. He hoped that that was not true.
"Are you alright?" he asked the Baudelaires. They slowly nodded. Hermione looked at Harry. He was still rubbing his forehead.
"Is your scar hurting?" Hermione asked in awe. Harry nodded. "Well that's not good, is it?"
"No, it isn't," Harry agreed. Hermione sighed. She looked at the Baudelaires and frowned. "What?"
"It's kind of odd, them having the same dream, isn't it?" Hermione remarked. Harry nodded.
"I think it means something," he said.
"And I think I know what it means," Hermione said grimly.
"You know what, what means?" Ron asked as he came into the room.
"My scar's hurting, and the Baudelaires all had the same dream," Harry explained.
"Well even I know what that means," Ron said.
"What should we do, Harry?" Violet asked.
"There's nothing we can do really," Harry admitted. "We made ourselves prepared, and that's really all we can do right now." Everyone sighed. The next day, everyone was anxious. Their wary eyes would scan every room, just to be sure. Even Mr. Weasley seemed nervous. Mrs. Weasley was on a constant panic, despite the comforting words of others.
Then, that night, there was a rustle of bushes outside. Everyone froze. They were all in the kitchen eating a late dinner. No one made a sound, and they strained their ears to listen for more disturbances from outside. And they soon came. They could hear people closing in on the house. Everyone was terrified, but they still sat frozen, not making a sound.
Then finally, Harry stood up. He gestured quietly for everyone to follow him. They complied and followed him silently. Once they were upstairs, Harry turned to everyone and whispered, "This is it. The Death Eaters finally showed up."
"I don't think they're the only ones who showed up," Hermione whispered sadly. Everyone nodded grimly.
"Hermione, Ginny, you go get the potions," Harry instructed. "Hermione, pour the Thud Somesy on the stairs. And Ginny, pour us all some Felix Felicis."
"Yes!" Ron said excitedly. Hermione and Ginny hurried to do as they were told as there was a loud knock at the door. Everyone glanced at the door, and then turned away. Harry led the Baudelaires to his room and opened the window.
"What are you doing?" Klaus asked.
"You have to go in the hide-out," Harry reminded him.
"Jump?" Sunny asked in amazement.
"No, not jump," Harry said. "He pointed his wand down and muttered a spell. There was a flash of blew light, and the Baudelaires saw there was a blue line that went straight to the ground. "Climb down."
"Wait!" Ginny cried. She approached the Baudelaires and handed them each a glass of the Felix Felicis. They drank it and gave smiles of appreciation as a wonderful feeling swept over them. Sunny had a sudden impulse to run downstairs, open the door, and bite the Death Eaters. But as Harry noticed their change, he shook his head.
"No way," Harry said. "Don't do anything stupid. Climb down the line."
"But Harry," Violet protested.
"No," Harry stated. "Climb down." The Baudelaires hesitated, but as they heard the door burst open, they rushed out the window and climbed down.
Meanwhile, Hermione, who had just poured the potion on the steps, saw the door fly open. The log immediately swung down, and Hermione could hear several groans and thuds. Hermione knew she couldn't stay any longer and rushed into Harry's room. Ginny handed her a glass. "We've already had ours," Ginny said.
"And the Baudelaires?" Hermione inquired as she drunk her glass.
"They've had theirs, and they're going to the hide-out right now," Harry replied. Hermione nodded with a smile.
"Good," she said. "The Death Eaters have just entered, and by the sound of it, they're going over the Thud Somesy." Everyone listened and realized she was right. There were dozens of thuds and shouts coming from the stairs. But then they heard someone talking.
"Wait!" the voice cried. "Don't move any further. They have done something to these steps." Everyone heard him cast a spell, and suddenly the Death Eaters were able to walk on the steps without worrying about the Thud Somesy. "Go! Kill them!" Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all got ready, their wands directed toward the top of the stairs.
As soon as someone appeared, they fired away with spells. Outside, the Baudelaires were searching for the hide-out. "It was under a bush," Klaus said, searching quickly around the garden.
"Yes, I know," Violet said. "But there are a lot of bushes out here."
"Files at hospital," Sunny said, which meant something like, "This is like the time we were searching for a file through all those file cabinets at the Heimlich Hospital." Her siblings nodded in agreement. But then Klaus noticed something dark in the sky above. As quickly as it appeared, it vanished. Then he and Sunny heard Violet gasp.
They turned to her, but she wasn't looking at anything. She was thinking. No, she was … remembering. "Violet?" Klaus asked worriedly. She looked up with sad, frightened eyes. Klaus and Sunny suddenly felt cold and unhappy. Then they heard something breathing. They all turned around to see something flying in a black, hooded robe in front of them. They screamed.
Up in his room, fighting off Death Eaters, Harry heard their scream. He rushed to the window and saw the dementor in front of them. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry shouted. A white light hit the dementor and it flew away. The Baudelaires looked up at the window and saw Harry. Then they searched for the hide-out again. Finally, they found it. They crawled in, closing the hatch behind them, and sat in darkness, not saying a word.
Harry and everyone else were fending off the Death Eaters. It seemed pretty easy to take them out. But no one realized who was standing in the shadows on the stairs. There were two people on the stairs. One was watching hungrily at the fight, and the other was creeping back downstairs and outside. The one creeping outside was Olaf, and he saw that the Baudelaires were not with their friends. So he went outside to find them.
"Come out Baudelaires!" he hissed as he entered the garden. "You can't hide for ever!" In their hide-out, the Baudelaires heard Count Olaf's words and stared up at the closed hatch. "What are you waiting for? I'll find you eventually! You might as well give up! You've been running for so long now, and I'm afraid you've come to a dead end." Count Olaf made an emphasis on dead.
In the hide-out, Violet suddenly stood up and walked to the hatch. "Violet, what are you doing?" Klaus whispered furiously and stood up too.
"I'm going to climb back out of here," Violet whispered back.
"But we're supposed to stay here and hide," Klaus reminded her.
"Hiding?" Violet snapped. "Is that what we're going to do our whole life? Run and hide? Olaf wants to kill us, but we're not going to let that happen. But for us, hiding from him hasn't been working. He always finds us. We need to face him."
"Not too shabby," Sunny said which probably meant, "Good point, but I'm still afraid to face Olaf."
"I'm afraid too, Sunny," Violet said quietly. "But our friends are scared and they're still fighting. Besides, I have a good feeling about this." (The effect of the Felix Felicis was still there). Klaus sighed and looked down at Sunny. She smiled, showing her four sharp teeth, and made a growl. Violet and Klaus smiled and nodded.
Violet went first, slowly climbing out of the hide-out. After looking around, she pulled Sunny out, and then helped Klaus out. When they turned around, there was Olaf, standing in the eerie moonlight. He grinned wickedly. "Finally giving up, Baudebrats?" he asked with an evil laugh.
"No!" Violet yelled over his laughter. Olaf stopped and suddenly scowled.
"What do you mean no?" Olaf asked through gritted teeth.
"It's over, Olaf!" Klaus cried. The Felix Felicis was making him want to talk back to Olaf. "You've lost."
"Oh, have I?" Olaf asked, grinning again. "I brought a little friend of mine with me here tonight. He is powerful enough to kill you all in an instant."
"You and what army?" Sunny shrieked, which meant something along the lines of, "Where is he now?" After all the years of trying to capture Sunny and her siblings, Olaf was able to understand Sunny as well. And when she said this, a flash of fright passed through his eyes and was gone as quickly as it came.
"He's dealing with your little friends now," Olaf said. "His name is Lord Voldemort." The Baudelaires' eyes grew wide and they glanced at Harry's window.
"They can take him," Violet stated confidently. Olaf glared and started walking towards the three siblings. They didn't flinch, but did grow a bit frightened. They held hands and charged at Olaf. Olaf charged too, and soon they were hitting and kicking and scratching, and biting (Sunny was anyway) each other. The Baudelaires weren't normally violent, but in these circumstances, it was perfectly fine.
A dementor from above noticed the quarrel and swooped down to them. The Baudelaires looked up and saw it and then looked back at Olaf. Together, they pushed Olaf towards the dementor. The dementor performed the Dementor's Kiss. Then it went to the Baudelaires. But it didn't taste grief from them. It tasted happiness. Because the Baudelaires were ecstatic that they finally defeated Olaf.
The dementor flew away. The Baudelaires looked at Olaf. His eyes were blank. "I've read about this," Klaus said quietly. "In one of the books Hermione gave me. That dementor sucked out his soul." Olaf's expression didn't show any emotion at all. In the house, Harry saw the Baudelaires standing in front of Olaf and instinct took over.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry shouted. Olaf fell to the ground, dead. The Baudelaires slowly looked up at Harry. But Harry was in the middle of a crisis. He turned back to everyone else, but they were not looking at him. They were looking at someone who entered the room. A someone named Voldemort.
"Hello, Potter," Voldemort said coldly. No one in the room dared raise their wand to Voldemort. Even Harry seemed frozen. "No where to hide now, Potter. It's all over. Your life. And your friends' lives. Including those little Muggles outside."
"You're wrong about that," Harry said suddenly. Voldemort laughed.
"What makes you think that?" he asked.
"Because Count Olaf is dead," Harry said. "A dementor sucked out his soul. I finished it." Voldemort frowned.
"Hm, I thought he'd be more capable than that," he said. "Oh, well. Let's move on to your own death." Voldemort aimed his wand at Harry, but before he could utter a word, everyone (yes everyone) lifted their wands in instinct.
"Avada Kedavra!" they all shouted in unison. Voldemort was dead before he hit the ground. Harry stared down at him amazedly. Had they all just killed him? Everyone in the room started cheering. Harry leaned out the window and called to the Baudelaires.
"Come up here!" Harry called. "We've won!" The Baudelaires smiled. The next morning, Harry explained to the Baudelaires that Voldemort was not technically dead because of the Horcruxes.
"Well, then we'd better go destroy those Horcruxes," Violet said. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Are you sure?" he asked. The Baudelaires nodded.
"Positive," they said in unison. Ron grinned and did something he had always wanted to do. He stuck his hand out in the middle of the group. Harry was first to respond. He put his hand on top of Ron's. Then Hermione, then Violet, Klaus, and then finally Sunny.
"Break!" they shouted.
The End
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