Disclaimer: I do not own, like, watch, support, look at, know of, or read Harry Potter. So how could I steal from him?
A/N: I know you've all been holding your breath, waiting for our next update. I want say sorry to the ones who have died. When I was rereading chapters 7&8 I realized that there were a lot of grammatical errors in chapter 7 and one big mistake in chapter 8 (It said "'The killer is Ra'", it should have said "Some believe the killer is Ra"). Sorry about that, I've already went and fixed the mistakes, but just wanted to clear that up if you're already read the chapter.
A/N2: I know one or more of you were wondering whether or not Hagrid was the 'big giant of a man' Voldemort killed in chapter 7. That was not Hagrid, the guy who died was just an OC I invented just so I could kill him. I hope that clears up everything, if not write me a note in your review.
Harry Potter and the Dark Mage
Chapter Nine: Downfall
By: Captain Chaos
Harry went to find Ron to see what he knew about the light, and if he was the one who brought the light to Hogwarts. His search ended in the Griffindor common room. Ron was sitting in his pajamas in a large chair next to the fireplace.
"Ron, did your bring anything back with you from your trip to Egypt?" Harry asked eager to her his response.
"Cabs." Ron said without thinking.
"No, Ron, did you bring back anything special?" Harry said hoping Ron would understand.
"Oh yeah, I got a really cool can of bug spray!" Ron said as his eyes began to shine. "I lost it for a while, but now I found it."
"Are you sure that is all you got from Egypt?" Harry asked hoping Ron would remember something else.
"No, that's it Harry." Ron said as he looked away from Harry, and at the roaring fire.
Harry turned away from Ron and began to walk out of the common room. As he reached for the door he noticed a small spider web over the door. Wait, a can of bug spray. Harry thought to himself. Harry turned and ran back to the large chair by the fire. "Ron, the can of bug spray you found in Egypt, do you have it now!" Harry asked, with a new hope.
"Yes Harry, I lost it, but I found it next to you, when you were knocked out by the piece of falling gate on the day you were thrown out of Hogwarts." Ron told Harry as he turned from the fire and back to his friend, who was now less then a foot away and staring into Ron eyes.
"Where is the can of bug spray now?" Harry asked, as if nothing in the world mattered more.
"Here it is, Harry." Ron said as he pull a small can marked 'Bug-Be-Gone' from his back pocket. Once Harry saw it he knew it was the light.
"That's what you want more than anything else in the world, bug spray?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Yes" Ron said, as he began to hug the can. "Now the spiders cannot bite me." Ron said more to himself than Harry.
"What spiders? Has a spider ever bitten you?" Harry asked as he through his hands in the air.
"No, but it could happen." Ron told Harry not sure why he asked.
"Ron, you know you can buy a can of bug spray at any store." Harry said trying to convince Ron to give him back the light.
"Spiders are scary." Ron told Harry trying to convince Harry spiders were scary.
"Man, your dumb." Harry said as he snatched the light from Ron hands.
Ron started to cry as he saw the light change from his can of beloved bug spray and back in to the most beautiful wand.
"That's wizards chest!" Ron called out in an attempt to raise his spirits.
"What is wizards chest?" Harry asked completely confused. Ron said nothing, and just stared at Harry. Harry said nothing in return and just slowly backed out of the room, not taking his eyes off Ron until he was safely in the corridor.
After leaving Ron, Harry went looking for Hermione. He found her in the second floor girl's bathroom.
"Whoa, what have you been eating Hermione? It smells like a skunk had diarrhea in here," Harry said trying not to breathe.
"I don't feel very well, Harry. I think I drunk to muuuucccchaaa at that rave last night," Hermione said as she started to heave.
"Are you going to be alright?" Harry asked concerned.
"I'll be fine, but can you get me some Tylin-"
"There was a rave last night?" Harry interrupted, "Why didn't anyone tell me?" He began to fill with anger as the most beautiful wand began to glow.
"Only the cool kids where invited," Hermione said while trying to stop herself from vomiting.
"I'm cool, I'm crazy-cool. I defeated Voldemort!"
"So?" Hermione questioned.
"So! SO!" exclaimed Harry. "I saved the world!
"But that's not really cool," Hermione stated matter-of-factly. "Yeah, you saved the world and that was nice and all. But you have to admit, it would have been cool to see the world come to an end."
Hermione paused as she saw Harry's head drop to the ground.
Harry began to think maybe I'm was not cool.
"Anyway Harry," Hermione began to speak again. She must have seen the sadness in Harry's eyes because she was speaking softer, pity shinning in her own eyes. "You stopped Voldemort like 15 years ago and that's still your claim to fame, you're just a one trick pony." Hermione stopped again. It was now very apparent that Harry was down in the dumps.
"Eaaaaaaaaaaa!" Hermione let out another flow of alcohol-filled vomit. "And further more Harry it turns out you did not even stop Voldermort, you just sat there like a moron as he killed your mother. I mean talk about a loser." Hermione said half laughing.
Harry simply looked at the ground; a puddle of water had collected under him. Harry could see his reflection in the water pointing and laughing at him.
Hermione emerged from her stall to see Harry stomping in the puddle and shouting, "Now who's laughing, huh, now who's laughing?"
"Harry, are you O.K?" Hermione asked slowly as she cautiously approached.
"I'll show you who is a loser! Get Ron and meet me in the Great Hall in 10 minutes!"
Harry rushed out of the bathroom and into the hall. Harry ran through the corridor. He knew what he was looking for but did not know where to find it. But being in Hogwarts he knew that it would not be long before it found him.
"Harry, Harry, Harry!" Neville called out as he ran down the hall toward Harry. "Harry! Did you hear? Voldermort and Malfoy have been seen at Hogsmeade." Neville told Harry as he tried to catch his breath.
"Yes. That's just what I wanted to here." Harry began to run to the Great Hall.
2 seconds later Harry began to get up after falling down a flight of stairs. He lifted his head to find the headmaster's out-reached hand offering to help him to his feet. Harry slowly and reluctantly took the hand and tried to pull himself up.
The word "FUCK!" echoed throughout the nearly empty halls. The scream sounded like a foul-mouthed little girl who accidentally broke her Barbie doll.
Dumbledore had landed on Harry after losing his own balance.
"Damn Harry, how much do you weigh!" Dumbledore asked as he tried to roll off of Harry.
"80 pounds," Harry said as he tried to not think about the fact that there was a 100-year-old man rolling around on top of him.
"Well, you felt like 85," Dumbledore said trying to gain some of his dignity back. After about a minute Dumbledore stopped trying to roll off of Harry.
"What are you doing! Get off!" Harry said as he try to not think about the old man's butt on his lap.
"Can't get up, too tired," Dumbledore said completely out of breath. "Don't worry Harry, I'm prepared for this." Dumbledore reached into his pocket, pulled out a coin and raised it to his mouth. "Hello? Yes, it's happened again. In the first floor corridor. O.K. Bye. It will be just a few minutes." Dumbledore told Harry as he put the coin back is his pocket.
Harry and Dumbledore just laid there waiting for rescue.
"So… was Ron the one who brought the light to Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked breaking the silence.
"Yeah," Harry answered.
"Well, do you have the light now Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"No," Harry lied as he pushed the most beautiful wand deeper into his pocket.
Dumbledore shifted a little in his seat that was Harry. "Harry," Dumbledore said, his voice becoming the same slow, old, grave voice Harry knew only too well.
As soon as Harry heard Dumbledore's voice change, he rolled his eyes and let out a long audible sigh. Harry was starting to assiocate this voice with some of the most boring times of his life.
"Harry?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Oh, nothing professor, I-I guess I must be tried or something."
"You know, I may not be able to do something right now, but when you interrupt me I make a note of it, one that I'll never forget."
"Sorry, professor," Harry apologized. Harry thought he might as well listen; Dumbledore's grave voice, although boring, provided some important information, and it wasn't like Harry could do anything else at the moment.
"Harry," Dumbledore went on, "It appears I did not tell all the side effects of the light. The more you use it, the more it will take something from you…. You can insert a question here if you like, Harry."
"Oh, er…What will it take from you?" Harry asked utterly confused and still trying to pull himself from under the headmaster.
"Well," said Dumbledore, smiling (gravely). "It depends on the person, but usually, it will take one of four things. Either it will take your looks and turn you ugly, or it can take your mind and turn you insane. It can take your soul and turn you evil, or it can take your intelligence and you become stupid."
"That explains Ron," Harry said bitterly. "That's why he's such a dumbass. The light obviously took his intelligence. Probably replaced it with a shit-filled shoe, 'cause not even air-heads are as stupid as Ron is."
"I'll let that interruption slip because it was both funny and true," Dumbledore acknowledged. "Actually, that was only partly true. No, after some observations I have concluded that Ron has been losing his looks, not his intelligence." Dumbledore said gravely. He paused and looked at Harry.
Taking this as an invitation to speak, Harry said, "But Ron is SO dumb."
"I know Harry, but that's just Ron. He was born that way, ask his parents. They hate having to deal with him on holidays, but they laugh their asses' off about how stupid he is when he's gone. You know, they would always have parties, to celebrate that Ron was gone, and they would always spend hours making fun of 'Dumbass Ron'."
Dumbledore proceeded to go off on a tangent, Harry didn't stop him because it was nice to hear Dumbledore's voice normal and happy, and it was fun making fun of his stupid best friend. "Soon Ron's parents were having 'Dumbass Ron' parties about every other week. Half the wizarding community would show up. They were so fun, Ron's parents decided to keep having them even when Ron came home.
"One time Ron came in on one (his parents told him to stay in his room, but he thought they said 'go in the kitchen and make yourself a sand which'). Ron saw a banner that said 'Dumbass Ron' and thought they had bought a donkey and named it Ron. I don't know what he was thinking, maybe that 'dumbass' meant 'jackass'.
"Anyway, that party was like a legend ('cause some people didn't believe anyone could be that stupid), and the ones that followed were some of the best. You should have seen how drunk Ms. Granger got at those parties."
"What? Hermione was invited to the party? Why am I not invited to any of these parties?" Harry asked.
"Well your not very cool, Harry." Dumbledore answered matter-of-factly.
Just then a petite red headed girl entered the corridor and began to walk toward Harry and Dumbledore. It was Ginny. She was in her nightgown, it was clear she had just woken up. "I got your message, professor. I'm not complaining, but you do pick awfully inconvenient times to fall down…. I don't think you're paying me enough…."
Ginny walked up to Dumbledore, grumbling the whole way, and bent down to offer him a hand to get up. As she did, the buttons on the front of her nightgown came undone, giving Harry an up close and personal peek of Ginny's pink heart-covered cotton panties.
Harry tried to avert his eyes but it was too late. "Ginny, you have to get him off me now!" Harry said with panic in his voice.
"Why, what's wrong?" Ginny asked Harry.
"Look down at the front of your nightgown," Harry said as he tried to concentrate on baseball. Ginny and Dumbledore both looked down at the front of the gown to see the undone buttons and the pink panties free for the world to see.
"Nice," Dumbledore said as he nodded his head in approval. Then all the sudden Ginny understood what the problem was.
"Quick, give me your hand!" Ginny shouted at Dumbledore as if it was a matter of life or death.
"Ginny, now I'm going to warn you like I warned Harry, don't yell at me."
"Yes, but professor, Harry saw my underwear." Ginny said trying to make the old man understand the impending danger.
"Yes, yes and you have very nice panties, but that does not give you the right to yell at me. So you will have three weeks detention with me. Make sure you wear that nightgown becau-."
"Look where you at sitting!" Ginny yelled interrupting Dumbledore's ramblings.
"What, what is so important about where I am sitting?" Dumbledore looked down at Harry. "Yes I know I'm sitting on Harry's lap so wha-…" Dumbledore stopped mid-sentence as he finally began to understand the situation at hand.
"Harry saw your panties. Pull, PULL!" Dumbledore screamed as he flung his arms toward Ginny. Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled as hard and as fast as she could, lifting the old man off of Harry just in the nick of time.
Harry quickly rose to feet. "I got to go." Harry yelled as he ran away hunched over toward the Great Hall.
As Harry went out of sight Dumbledore turn to address Ginny. "This never happened right?"
"What never happened?" Ginny said as she turned to walk away.
"Good girl," Dumbledore said as he began to walk back to his office.
Harry arrived in the Great Hall to find Ron and Hermione waiting for him.
"What took you so long?" Hermione asked Harry as he approached. "And why is your hair so messed up?"
"Never mind." Harry said abruptly. "Let's get going." Harry walked toward the door.
Ron and Hermione uncertainly followed. When Harry reached the door he opened it and then quickly closed it and turned to Hermione
"I'm sorry I snapped at you Hermione, I've had a rough morning," Harry said apologetically.
"That's okay Harry," Hermione told Harry in an understanding tone. "But tell me, what took you?"
"It doesn't matter," Harry said, "You would not believe me if I told you. But I will tell you this; if Dumbledore or Ginny tell you anything about this morning, just know they're a bunch of god damn liars." He reopened the door and went outside.
"Where are we going?" Ron asked Harry as they made their way out of Hogwarts.
"We're going to Hogsmeade, I have a little business to take care of there." Harry said as he quickened his pace.
"Hey!" Ron yelled out bring the trio to a stop.
Harry was worried that maybe Ron had heard that Voldermort was seen at Hogsmeade and would tell Hermione, in which case she would surly try to stop them from going.
Harry stood still, not sure what to do if Ron had figured out he was going to Hogsmeade to fight Voldermort his plans would be ruined.
"Hogsmeade, Hogwarts. It's a theme." Ron said as a smile cracked on his face. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he continued on his way to Hogsmeade.
Harry, Ron and Hermione soon arrived at Hogsmeade to find it almost deserted. The few people left were running out of town, or to their homes.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Shh, be quite and follow me," Harry said as he ducked into an ally. Harry led his friends down the ally with Ron and Hermione following behind. When they reached the end Harry montioned Ron and Hermione to get behind a dumpster, then quickly dived behind with them.
"Okay, this is enough Harry. What are we doing here?" Hermione asked, clearly losing her patience.
"Slowly and quietly look around the dumpster." Harry told Hermione without even looking at her.
Hermione stuck her head out from behind the dumpster and looked into the street to find Voldermort and Malfoy exiting the broom shop, Malfoy had a new Firebolt 2.0.
"Thanks for the new broom, Uncle Mort," Malfoy said with a huge smile on his face.
"I told you it freaks me out when you call me that." Voldermort said as he began to walk down the street.
Hermione brought her head back around the dumpster. "You knew Voldermort was here, didn't you Harry?" Hermione said clearly angry.
"What's the difference, you would have never let me go alone no matter what I told you." Harry said trying to calm Hermione down.
"Yes, Harry, I would have." Hermione said to Harry as if what he had just said was the stupidest thing she had ever heard.
"Oh," Harry said, his head pointed down as if someone had just told him his dog had died.
"Don't worry Harry, I will always have your back." Ron said as he put his hand over Harry's shoulder.
"Thanks Ron, that means a lot." Harry said as he rolled his eyes and took Ron's hand off his shoulder.
"Well now what do we do?" Hermione asked as she Ron start to chase a butterfly down the ally.
"You guys do nothing. I'll go and end this once and for all." Harry said as he pulled the most beautiful wand from his pocket.
"No Harry, it's too dangers." Hermione said as she grabbed the light and tried to pull it from Harry's hand. Suddenly, the light began to glow brighter and brighter.
"What's happening?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, Dumbledore said something about not letting more than one person touch the light at once. I wasn't really listening," Harry told Hermione with panic in his voice.
"Was he using his 'old man' voice?" asked Hermione knowledgeably.
"Yeah, I hate it when he talks in that voice," Harry complained. "I mean, he just goes on and on and-"
"I think it's going to explode!" Hermione interrupted as she tried to let go.
"Ron! Get out of here!" Harry yelled, but it was too late. Ron had become drawn to the shiny can of bug spray Harry and Hermione were holding and had already touched it before Harry could finish his warning.
The light was now so bright it could be seen for miles. Down the street the Dark Lord could see the commotion. He turned to find the sky filled with a light that originated from an ally.
"The light from my dream. Come boy." Voldermort said as he began down the street towards the ally.
Back at the ally Ron, Harry and Hermione were thrown in all different directions by the power of the light. The three got back on their feet just in time to see the light split into two pieces and fall to the ground. Harry went to where the light had fallen to find a book and wand lying in the dirt.
Harry picked them up to find both apparently lifeless, no longer significant.
"What happened?" Hermione asked as she approached the book and wand that were now in Harry's hand.
"I don't know." Harry said at a loss for words.
Just then an old short wizard came running down the street past the ally shouting "He's coming back, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is coming back this way!"
Ron ran back to Harry and Hermione's side.
"Now what do we do?" Ron asked as he looked at the approaching shadow coming down the street. Harry reached into his pocked and pulled out his wand, his best friends at his side.
"Now we fight."