Disclaimer: The majority of these characters do not belong to me. They belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling :o) that I amwishing writes the seventh book soon :oP
Chapter 10 up :o) Thank-you for all you that reveiwed! Those who didn't . . . well please do!
Ron and Harry fell asleep in the plush arm chairs of the library that night. Both Harry and Ron were exhausted from the fight that had taken hold yesterday. Ron suddenly gave a loud snore, causing Harry to shift in his sleep before he suddenly awoke, his scar searing with pain.
"Ah," Harry said as he sat up and rubbed his forehead, and then Harry realized what was going on.
"Ron get up!" Harry said jumping up from where he had slept and ran over to wake Ron.
"What?" Ron said bitterly, shoeing Harry away.
"Ron get up NOW! He's coming!" Harry shook Ron harshly before running about looking for his wand. Realizing Snape must've done something with it.
"Harry what's going on?" Ron asked as he rubbed his eyes.
"Voldemort is coming, and he is happy about something, but if he is happy about something it can't be anything good." Harry explained as he flew towards the door and tried to open it, finding it locked.
"Oh great . . . What are we going to do now?" Ron asked anxiously.
"I don't know!" Harry panicked because he knew that if they didn't get out of there now, Ron might not be alive much longer, and it would be entirely his fault.
"Harry our wands!" Ron exclaimed as he pointed to a high shelf.
"Here, give me a boost." Harry said as Ron tried to lift him up, but right as Harry had retrieved their wands, the door knob jiggled. Obviously, someone was on the other side of the door, trying to get in. Ron quickly dropped Harry as he was sure the wands were in his hand.
"Here you go," Harry said as he handed Ron his wand, and gripped his own tightly "So, got any ideas?" Harry asked immediately as the door began to open.
"Yeah duck!" Ron quickly did as he advised Harry to do, as spells were being shot at them from every which way and direction. Harry and Ron's born Quidditch reflexes kicked in as they dodged the spells and jumped behind the plush chair. Suddenly a large CRASH was heard and Ron looked up to see the glass of the widow completely shattered.
"That's it! The window Harry!" Ron called over to Harry who was looking for a good shot at the deatheaters.
"On the count of three, stand up and use any spell that you can think of to stop them okay?" Harry ordered before he started the countdown "One . . . two . . . three!" and both Ron and Harry shouted the first spells they could think of.
"Expelliarmus," Ron shouted as Harry shouted "Pertrificus totalus!" from the right of him. They both managed to hit the first two deatheaters that tried to come through the small doorway.
Ron and Harry continued to shoot spells at the deatheaters, as the deatheaters did the same.
"Ron, there's too many of them, how are we going to get to the window?" Harry asked over the sounds of objects breaking and spells repelling against the walls.
"We're going to have to find a way to hold them back." Ron said concentrating on the window.
"Oh thanks for that." Harry answered back sarcastically.
"Harry, do a patronus! That should blind them or something shouldn't it?" Ron asked his gaze changing from the window to the group of deatheaters every few seconds.
"Good idea!" Harry answered before trying to come up with the happiest thought he has ever had and then, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry shouted as loud as he could. The spell must have worked because the brilliantly white stag, once again, erupted from his wand and burst into a blinding shield.
"Come on!" Ron yelled as he and Harry jumped out the broken window and ran as fast as their feet could take them back through the dimly lit woods.
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"You mean . . . where Harry used to live Godric's Hollow?" Hermione asked astounded.
"As if there where any other . . ." Dumbledore said coolly as he sat at his desk, his hands folded.
"But sir, I don't understand. Why Godric's Hollow?" Ginny asked, pulling her red, flowing hair behind her ears.
"They are actually about twenty miles away from Godric's Hollow, in Professor Snape's cabin." Dumbledore answered.
"I still don't understand, why Godric's Hollow?" Ginny asked again politely, yet stubbornly.
"I believe it is another one of Lord Voldemort's ways of persuasion. Lord Voldemort, like I have said before, wants to use Ronald to 'get' to Harry. So by bringing him somewhere that brings Harry difficult memories may cause him to change sides sooner."
"But Harry isn't like that. Returning to Godric's Hollow would remind him of what he is fighting for. It would motivate him, more than anything." Ginny answered smiling, thinking about Harry's courage.
"Precisely, this is why I believe Harry can do this." Dumbledore answered, smiling at Ginny.
"It all adds up . . . finally." Hermione concluded before exchanging glances between Ginny and Dumbledore.
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Harry and Ron continued running until Harry suddenly stopped. They were out of sight from the deatheaters, and had pasted the edge of the forest and where about a mile away from a small town, barely noticeable in the distance.
"Harry come on! We need to get a major head start!" Ron urged walking back to him.
"Something's familiar about this place. I can't put my finger on what it is though, it's almost like I have been here before . . ." Harry observed, while he looked down the dirt road they were walking on, and looked ahead to the town.
"Where are we then?" Ron asked him.
"I don't know it just all seems familiar." Harry answered as he continued walking.
"Well maybe if we walk through this town there will be someone who knows something about where we are and how we can get back to Hogwarts." Ron thought aloud as he brushed out the dirt in his red hair.
"Uh Ron, this might be a muggle town. We should probably put our wands away." Harry noticed stashing his own away safely in his pocket, as Ron did the same.
As they walked further on and entered the town they found common people doing their everyday things; children playing, adults talking, young adults socializing while doing chores.
"This is too weird." Harry said "I know I have been here before. The way the town is . . . I just don't remember when."
"Maybe that's why." Ron said pointing to a sign. Harry looked at the sign he was pointing at, noticing it was a cemetery sign. On the top, letters were engraved in the metal entry banner it read: Godric's Hollow Graveyard.
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"So what do you think?" Ginny asked Hermione as they headed back to the column room.
"What do you mean?" Hermione answered kindly.
"Well, do you think Harry and Ron will escape, or do you think they'll have to battle it out?" Ginny asked looking down at the floor.
"Dumbledore seems to think that they will be fine, but I still have my doubts." Hermione answered seriously.
"I sincerely hope so." Ginny answered up towards the ceiling now as the walked up the steps to the girl's dormitory.
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"Harry? We're in Godric's Hollow!" Ron answered undoubtedly surprised.
"That's why it looks familiar!" Harry answered "My house was just down there." Harry said pointing down a narrow street.
Harry led Ron down the street and around a corner to an empty lot. There were a few trees growing where the house once stood. There was a small, messy stack of wood in the back of the lot; ivy growing up and down and all through it's wood.
"That's it, well where it was." Harry answered looking at the empty lot. It seemed like no one attempted to rebuild or even sell the land, which pleased Harry.
"A sad thing happened there." A voice from behind them said. Harry and Ron turned around to see a tall, strong man. He had scruffy brown hair, a scruffy beard, and was pushing a wheelbarrow full of wood down the sidewalk "Yeah, the folks that used to live there, their house caught on fire and burned to the ground. They all died in the fire. Even the son they had. A real shame, a real shame." The man said sadly "Funny, I remember them a little, of course I was only fifteen at the time, the man looked a little like you," He said pointing to Harry "coincidence . . . so what are you doing in these parts, you don't look familiar." He asked kindly.
"Just visiting family." Harry answered nicely, but trying not to smile at his sad story.
"Oh well have fun." The man answered before waving to the both of them, and kept walking down the sidewalk.
"That was weird." Ron said turning back to the house laughing.
"Yeah, nothing like getting told you're supposedly dead to cheer you up." Harry laughed back.
Harry took one last look at his old house before turning his back to it and walking away.
"Where're you going?" Ron asked.
"We have to go. We'll need to find our way back home." Harry answered as they left Godric's Hollow once again, and departed on their journey away from the darkness that awaits.
Okay . . . what do you think? Am I ona good track? I love comments!