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Disclaimer: The most famous J.K. Rowling is the owner of all the characters in this story. The owner of these characters is rich, which is another reason its not me...sigh
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Harry jumped for his wand and grasped it tightly. He pulled his door open and bounded downstairs. The Death Eaters seemed to be waiting for him.
"Ah...Potter...did you come down here to play?"
Harry growled. That voice—that voice was the one taunting him in his nightmares; the voice that echoed over and over again in his head. He could remember it clearly. "Ah...Potter, did you love him...poor baby..."
Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Haven't you learned your lesson last time, or need I remind you more?" Harry spat.
"Manners Potter...is that any way you talk to a lady?" A voice Harry recognized as Nott asked him, maliciously.
"Is that what you call a woman? You have poor taste," replied Harry coldly.
Bellatrix growled. "Enough, do what our Lord has asked. Stupefy!"
"Protego...tarantellegra!" Harry yelled. He dived behind the kitchen counter. Nott grinned and made an arc with his wand. It flashed green, and shot for Harry. Harry dived out of the way, but he wasn't as lucky this time.
"Dammit!" Blood gushed out of Harry's shoulder. Lestrange took that chance to shoot ropes out of her wand and it wrapped itself around Harry.
"STOP!! The Dark Lord needs him," she commanded. She took a small glass vial out of her robes and pushed it to Harry's shoulder, squeezing out some blood. She held the vial up to eye level.
"Perfect..." she whispered. "Potter, your blood has many uses does it not?"
'What is she talking about??' Harry thought furiously. 'Someone help!! Anyone!' He squirmed.
"After all, it resurrected my master and now it shall lead to your most—unpleasant—demise," Lestrange laughed cruelly and turned to walk away. "Kill him." Three of the other Death Eaters laughed coldly and rolled up their sleeves...
"STUPEFY!!"
Harry saw streaks of red light shooting in every direction before he fell into extreme darkness.
( This would be a good place to end the chapter but luckily, I'm not that cruel...or am I................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. .................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... .................................................................................................NAHH!!
"Harry! Harry! Ohmigosh, wake up Harry! Harry!" SLAP SLAP SLAP
The first thing Harry felt was extreme pain. He was sore all over and someone kept slapping him. Harry let out a groan.
"OHMIGOSH!! HE'S AWAKE HE'S AWAKE!!!" Hermione crushed him in a tight hug that made him even sorer.
"Hermione, please get off..." Harry moaned. Hermione broke away and Harry could see that her eyes were red rimmed from crying. Beside her, Ron was smiling shakily, though still paler than a ghost.
"Hey mate," Ron sighed.
Harry blinked owlishly. "Hey yourself. What's wrong with Hermione?"
Ron exchanged looks with Hermione and nodded. "Oh! Harry, it was so scary! They brought you in on a stretcher and—and I thought—"
"We thought you were dead mate," Ron finished. "You were really pale and cold and you weren't breathing..." Hermione choked back a sob at this. "You just—looked—really...I dunno, lifeless. We—"
"HARRY YOU STUPID PRAT!! DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!!" Hermione burst out. "YOU SCARED ME AND RON HALF TO DEATH! CAN'T YOU NOT GET IN TROUBLE??? LAST YEAR IT WAS DEMENTORS AND THE YEAR BEFORE THAT BLOWING UP YOUR AUNT AND THE YEAR BEFORE THAT DO—"
"Hey it's not like I have a choice—"Harry started, but Hermione didn't seem to hear him. "—
"YOU HAVE RESPONSIBILITIES NOW AND YOU'RE STILL ACTING LIKE A—"
"—I can't help if I'm a target—"Harry said raising his voice a bit.
"...MANY PEOPLE CARE ABOUT YOU!!!" Hermione screamed through her tears.
"AND WHAT? I DON'T CARE ABOUT MANY PEOPLE? IS THAT IT?" Harry roared angrily. Hermione sobbed. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYBODY? I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE??"
Hermione looked down at the floor and Harry was pleased to see her looking guilty.
"Harry, I'm sure she's sorry. She was worried...we--we all were," Ron said.
"Yeah yeah..." Harry said grudgingly. "I'm just—in a bad mood, that's all." He looked around. "So, where are we?"
"We're at Saint Mungo's," Hermione answered, drying her tears.
"Yeah, that's why we were so scared, you know. Usually only people with serious injuries come here and all. Moody says you've been hit, along with those Death Eater gits, by um..." Ron trailed off.
"By four stunners. The Death Eaters weren't so lucky. They're still in critical condition but excuse me if I don't cry for them," Hermione said defiantly.
Harry grinned. "So, who were the Death Eaters?"
"Um..." Ron looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. "There was Nott, Crabbe, and...what's his name? Oh yeah! Rosemary or something!"
"Roseffery Ron! Honestly!" Hermione turned to Harry. "The aurors think that he's one of the new followers."
Harry wasn't listening however. He was counting off the names. "That's it? Whose the fourth one?"
Ron and Hermione stared at him. "What fourth one?" They asked simultaneously.
Harry looked at them in horror and jumped out of bed, ignoring the pain in his sudden movement.
"Harry, what are you doing? Get back in bed!" Hermione screeched.
"Move! I need to see Dumbledore!" Harry ran through the door and down the hallway with Ron and Hermione close on his tail.
"Harry, any chance in you telling us what this is about?" Ron panted.
Harry ignored the question and kept on running until he was at the first floor. He shoved his way up the line with Hermione apologizing to the people waiting in line.
"Where's Professor Dumbledore?" Harry glared at the witch. The unlucky witch was too shocked to answer. She had never had a guy be this rude before.
"WHERE IS HE??" Harry roared.
"He—he's at his o-office I think," the witch stammered. Harry cursed.
"How can I get to him?"
"Th-there's a floo network in the firepla—"Harry didn't wait for her to finish her sentence. He grabbed the floo powder and thrashed it in the fireplace.
"HEADMASTER'S OFFICE, HOGWARTS!" Harry felt the familiar sensation of traveling through floo and landed in Dumbledore's office.
"Ah...Harry...what are you doing here? The hospital food can't be that bad," stated a calm voice. Harry jerked around and saw Dumbledore, Snape, and Remus sitting together. They seemed to be in some sort of meeting.
CRASH! Ron and Hermione came tumbling out off the fireplace; Hermione had a slightly more dignified entrance than Ron.
"Harry what are you doi—"Hermione paused at the look of the adult's faces. "Um...good evening Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Professor Lupin."
Snape looked livid, Remus surprised, and Dumbledore curious behind his twinkling blue eyes.
Harry found his voice. "Sir, Lestrange wasn't captured. She—she has my blood!" Harry wanted it made clear that this was important.
Dumbledore made a sudden movement and crossed to Harry in a midstep. He stared at Harry as if going into is soul. Harry involuntarily shivered. Dumbledore gestured to a chair and said, "Explain."
Harry cleared his throat and began his story of receiving Ron's owl and going back to the bedroom. He went on about the attack and its events. "—so sir, you didn't capture all the Death Eaters; Lestrange got away with my blood." Harry's eyes suddenly grew dark and he banged his arm on the chair. "If only I got her first—"he growled.
Dumbledore half glanced at him. "Harry, do not blame yourself. Even during being outnumbered, you still show great bravery and courage, many of which other wizards would not have done."
"But she was obviously the leader! If I got her she—she!" Harry looked away, frustration evident in his eyes.
"Harry, I don't want you to blame yourself," Remus interrupted. "It wasn't your fault."
Harry looked up at everyone in the room. They were all smiling encouraging smiles at him (well, everyone except for Snape) and they seemed to boost his mood up from down in the dumps to a little down in the dumps. He grinned back weakly. "Thanks," he said quietly.
"Now, Harry, what concerns me is what Lord Voldemort is going to do with the blood. There are several possibilities. One:
He's trying to get past the shield, which he undoubtedly is, and is making a potion with your blood.
Two: He's trying to make himself stronger than he was last time, which, of course, he will be.
But the most possible one is the third choice: He's trying to destroy you with your own blood but how...I do not know..." Dumbledore closed his eyes as if exhausted.
Harry himself was also running ideas through his head, but to no avail. How was his blood going to kill him? Maybe! No...of course! No...But! No...What if?! No...Harry turned to look at his friends. Hermione appeared to be deep in thought, no doubt thinking about recent events. Ron was...Harry gave a turn...staring at Hermione. What was Ron--?
"Severus, I must ask you to increase your efforts now," Dumbledore said, turning his head to Snape.
Snape in his turn bowed his head. "Yes, Headmaster."
Dumbledore nodded. "Naturally, it won't be easy without arousing suspicions but..."
"I understand the risks Headmaster," said Snape, a little testily.
"Good, you may go." And with that, Snape left the office. Dumbledore turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "You three may go as well. I daresay Harry will need to rest a bit more. After all, being caught in the head, no less, with four stunners!"
Harry suddenly felt all the pain come back to him. It was unbearable! He glanced at Dumbledore and nodded his consent.
"Good...floo isn't as safe as portkey so—Portus!" He pointed at a thing that looked like a muggle earring. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all grabbed on. "Three, two, one—"
Harry found himself back in Saint Mungos.
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Only my second chapter, but I can live with it. At first, I made this another story on accident but, now the mistake is fixed! Sorry to anyone I confused! My second chapter (as a story) was called HP atsotu...seriously. Sorry to anyone I confused!