Disclaimer: It's not mine; I'm just messing with it. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. The plot line is mine, though.
The book never reached the wall. It burst into flames, a long with every ounce of patience Harry had left.
For hours, he had read old maps, murals, journals and runes that the library had and still he had come to dead ends. All the ones that had information refused to spit out the other location of Lord Voldemort. The only thing he knew about the area was that it was forbidden for some reason. That long ago, something terribly wrong happened and now the place was forbidden to live in. One journal of a student 300 years ago had gone far enough to say that the place had a terrible curse on it, one that had not been preformed for millenniums. He knew nothing of what to expect and Harry knew he was running out of time. In his mind, he could hear the constant screaming, the agony, the awful, sickening laughter that haunted the deep crevices of his being. They would not stop. But Harry was not stupid.
All pain ends sooner than later, though how it ends is never certain.
Closing his eyes, Harry thought back. He thought back to his first year, when the small, bushy haired girl had opened the compartment door, looking for a boy's frog. To his second year, when the same girl ran down the aisle between the house tables, throwing her arms around him in a big hug. His mind wandered to his third year, when the girl listened to him talk about a future that would never happen. To his fourth year, where he stood, staring in awe at the girl as she walked passed, beauty not describing her presence. His fifth year came by, the girl clinging to him as she nearly escaped the fingers of a giant. To his sixth year, when cried from confinement, begging him to stand and fight once more. And now, in his seventh and final year of Hogwarts, he could not see, but he could feel this girl, screaming in pain as she lay on the floor of a distant room in a place forbidden to go.
Yet go he would.
Letting one tear roll down his cheek, Harry's eyes snapped open, the fire in his eyes regenerated by the thought of Hermione. He would not let Him have her nor Ron. Standing, Harry walked over to the door. The Lions stood, each of them following him out the door towards the Great Hall. The doors blew open, displaying the panicking Hall.
McGonagall looked up from Ginny, who was now coming around.
"Harry?" The whole Great Hall fell silent as Harry moved through the crowd. Stopping in front of Padma, who was staring ahead of her blindly, he kneeled down. The Lions had stopped at the Hall doors, not daring to enter a place of so many.
"Padma," he murmured softly, yet all heard his voice. She turned to him, pain echoing in her brown eyes.
"Padma, I need you to tell me what you saw," Harry said. Padma looked away from him.
"I saw Ron disappear, and then Hermione disappear," she said flatly. Harry frowned.
"Where did they disappear, Padma?" he asked.
"Into death."
"Not possible. Where did they disappear to?"
"Into death."
"I'm telling you, it's not possible for them to have disappeared into death! They would be dead!"
"Harry," came a small voice from the crowd.
"SILENCE!" Harry roared, whirling on the students. "No questions!" He turned back to Padma, who looked shaken.
"I'm going to ask you once more, Padma," he growled, leaning close to her face. "Where did they disappear to?" She stared into twin pools of fire, lost in the depths of his eyes.
"Into a living death."
Harry stormed out of the Entrance Hall, ignoring Ginny's yells.
"Harry, you have to listen to me!" she shouted, running down the slope to where he stood on the lakeside. "You don't know what you're doing or where you're going!" He glanced at her, moonlight reflecting his now blazing green eyes. Snowflakes peppered his raven colored hair as he watched them fall from the night sky.
"I have to go, Ginny," he told her. "Ron and Hermione need me."
"Yes, but so does Voldemort, Harry!" she said, biting her lip. "Ron and Hermione wouldn't want you to go for them. They know what Voldemort wants and-"
"I don't give a damn about what Voldemort wants, Ginny!"
"Voldemort wants you, Harry! Damn it, why are you the only one who can't see that! Even when you weren't speaking to each other, Hermione was looking for ways to protect you from Him. She'd spend hours in the library and Room of Requirement with Ron and I, looking up places, prophesies, anything that would help you. Both of them know what Voldemort wants, Harry. Hermione was just too scared to tell you." Harry started at the redhead.
"Scared of what?"
"Of losing you. She thought that she didn't have a chance with you because of Cho, so, to keep from pushing you further away, she didn't tell you what you didn't want to hear."
"And that is?" Ginny was silent for a moment, staring out over the frozen landscape.
"Love, hate. None can change the unchangeable. For try as you must, you cannot rewrite time, things set in motion cannot be stopped. The Heir of the Lion will try and fail, for emotions will govern his way of thought. Die, they will, the loved ones of the Heir. Suffer he will, at the hands of the Snake. His Thoughtful One and Hotheaded One will die, for this is the Will of the Three Founders."
"I will not let them die, Ginny," he said in a hushed voice. He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself, rather than her. He turned to see tears running down her face.
"I can't lose Ron, Harry," she choked out. "I can't lose him." Harry pulled her into a hug, looking over her head at the multitude of green pools that stared back at him.
"I know what I have to do," he whispered. "But getting to the point of doing it, I'm finding I can't turn back."
The creature stormed out of the circular room, bored to the bone of the constant screaming. He needed something fresh. Turning into one of the rooms, he found several Death Eaters grouped around two Death Eaters who were locked in an intense game of Wizard's Chess. Unnoticed by his followers, the creature smiled.
The Death Eater in the back was the first to hear the door click locked. He walked over and pulled on the doorknob, but the door stayed jammed. Fear pricked a nerve in his body, but he shoved it down, returning to the game.
A green light filled the room and all hell broke loose.
Hermione lay gasping on the floor, clutching her stomach. Coughing, she turned on her side and her stomach heaved, empting its contents onto the floor. Hermione pushed herself away from foul sick, getting onto her feet. Steadying herself against the wall, she looked around the room through blurry eyes. Something red came into her eyesight and she stumbled over. She could barley see what it was but when she touched it, she recoiled in horror.
The warm, stickiness sickened her, along with the awful smell of the blood that covered him.
"Ron!" she screamed, shaking the prone figure in front of her. The body refused to give any signs of life and Hermione's panic became worse.
"Oh Ron, please!" she begged. "Get up! You can't leave me here alone, Ron! RON!" She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Please get up, Ron! Don't leave me alone!"
"Oh, but you are alone."
Screams. The creature smiled.
Harry strode down the hall of the second floor. Entering the girls' restroom, he hissed out the password and entered the Chamber. He walked into the main room, not noticing the fires that raged around him.
"Godric's Hollow!" he roared. Flames engulfed him and the bellowing of the Lions followed him. Seconds later he stepped out of the fire. Looking up, he stared at the manor in front of him.
Once beautifully painted, now gloomy and foreboding. The manor sat on the edge of the street, dark and threatening, scorch marks all across the bottom along with holes and unmanageable grass. Harry sensed a presence, but shoved it down, taking a deep breath to steady his emotions. The last thing he needed to do was get carried away.
Harry stepped up to the door, resting his had on the doorknob. Pushing it open, he entered the manor, looking around at the once beautiful furnishings. Termite-infested walls, moth-eaten drapes, burned out furniture and rugs; it was clear that the house was in need of repair. But there were little things that gave away the presence of someone recently occupying the area. A dusty footprint, a piece of glass, a drop of…
Harry looked away from the sight, the carcasses of the mutilated Death Eaters too much. He shivered, pulling his robes around him. Coldness took the air that not even the Lions, who followed the Heir through the house, could ward off. They murmured to themselves, sensing a presence that was most unwanted, and a magic that hadn't been disturbed for centuries. Harry felt it, too. And he wanted no part in awaking this magic. But thoughts of it were soon erased as he left the foyer.
This was it. He couldn't believe he was here. Walking through the door, he surveyed the destruction that was once his home. Shaking his head, Harry continued to the back, but stopped. Looking down, he removed his foot from a piece of paper. Picking it up, he stared at it.
The key to win lies inside. Do not let the present defeat your file.
-JP+LP
Harry looked up and saw it.
It stretched farther than the human eye could see. It surrounded everything, yet never did it reach Harry's home. This was where it was to be. Harry James Potter, Heir of Godric Gryffindor, had found the resting place of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin.
It would all end here.
A/n: FULL of INFORMATION this chappie is. READ OVER and REVIEW you will. I would like to thank my reviewers in normal English:
LMDGlUVR4EVA: Exactly my idea! HHr beats 'em all! Ummmm…I'm not sure if this is exactly your idea of ok…
PreppyTigger23: That's not nice! Although I can see your point about Ron…wait, nope I can't:P Dying, well, I don't know how to fulfill that wish, but…
Mediatorgrrl (): Ummmm… yeah, what ever you said…(kind of nods and gives a cheesy grinwhile backing away from reviewer. LOL!) Of course it's perverted! How can it not be! And yes, the quote is mine!
wolverine-89: Thanks for reviewing!
Gryffin946: Yeah, you do have a point. (sighs) wish I had made up Harry Potter, than I'd have Hermione and Harry together 4 eva man!
danielle: Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad for your opinion!
I was extremely happy at how many of you wanted to string up J.K. I've been getting posotive responces for the damned book at school and it's driving me insane. Not that I have anything against J.K., it's just that the book was so damn boring. No action, no real apparent plot, and a whole lot of bullcrap relationships that it made me puke reading it! J.K. did a horrible job on this book and I hope she can redeem herself in the seventh book. Amen?