The Tennyo's curse
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Warning: Some of this chapter contains some gory scenes and violent language. Parental discression is advised (Your gonna read it anyway, arn't you? At least you were warned, so don't say I didn't!)
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Chapter Three
Farewells and Findings
"Is he going to be okay?"
"He'll be fine, it's just a minor concussion. I'm amazed by the lack of smoke inhalation."
"What I'd like to know is what the bloody hell would make those Death Eaters Dissapparate so quickly."
Harry could hear voices talking over him, and screams in the distance. He could smell smoke in the air, and taste the blood from the corner of his mouth. His whole body ached from the pain of the curses Snape used, and his lungs burned slightly. The rain that had only let up enough for his signal had returned with full force. He could barely understand what was being said.
"Thank God he's out of there," said another familiar voice, a female one. "But how could he have crawled out of that inferno and save the others in this condition?"
The image of a pink head flashed across his mind, and everything swam into view.
Harry found himself lying on a grassy yard, with Lupin, Alastor Moody, Ron, Hermione, and Ron's sister, Ginny, sitting over him. The moment he opened his eyes, Ginny threw herself around his neck.
"Thank God, Harry!" she cried, sobbing into his shoulder. Her weight caused pain to course through him again, but repressed the sounds wanting to object his girlfriend's embrace. Although this was uncharacteristic of her, he did give her a small, but warm smile while he tried patting her head.
"Augh!" Harry exclaimed as he tried to move his arm towards her. "Damn it all!"
There is only so much pain a person can tolerate when the adrenaline rush of Fight or Flight response is over, and Harry reached that point when he tried to move.
"Are you alright?" Ginny asked as she pulled herself away from him. Lupin moved closer to the couple, got Harry into a sitting position, and examined his shoulder.
"Would you be alright after a fight like that?" asked Ron sarcastic. Then he muffled a yell with his mouth as Hermione stamped on his foot again.
"Don't worry," said Lupin. "It's just a broken collar bone. Looks like a few broken ribs, too."
While Lupin looked at the rest of his injuries, Harry turned around, and fully gazed in terrible awe at the damage done to the once peaceful street of Privet Drive.
It looked like something out of a horror novel, like something out of a scene from War of the Worlds. The once perfectly maintained house of Number Four was ablaze, along with a few other neighbouring houses. Some (it was obvious to see) were only caught by the stray sparks of the Dursley's house. Others, like the ones across the street from it, were probably recipients from Snape's fiery curses as he tried to corner Harry. The smoke from the burning structures dyed the sky with their firey light, fading into a deep purple as the smoke rose through the upper atmosphere.
People were screaming and crying everywhere, some still wearing their night clothes and taking what few possessions they could carry. Whole families were running as if the end of the world had come, and firemen were already on the scene, trying to handle the tremendous inferno that was quickly spreading. Even wizards from the Ministry of Magic were there, trying to get everything back to normal and assisting with taming the firestorm.
There were also people who were on fire, and the once carefully manicured yards and maintained street was decorated with the gruesome, chard, and even bloody human remains from those who burned alive or were tortured when Snape cursed them. Harry could see the muggle girl who was put under the tortuous Crutatius Curse lying on the ground, bleeding, in what looked like the arms of her younger brother, staring blankly into the sky. It was hard to tell if she was only put into severe shock and distress, or if she died from the sheer pain. Harry couldn't help but shed a tear as the pandemonium overtook the once peaceful, almost utopian neighbourhood.
Aunt Petunia was about ten feet away from the party surrounding Harry, wailing her very soul and sorrow out to the world. Her husband was being loaded on a stretcher into an ambulance, while her son (who was conscious now) was being asked questions by what looked like a muggle crime scene investigator. When Aunt Petunia's eyes met Harry's, her ululation ceased, and angry tears ran down her horse-like face. She stood back up again, walked over to where Harry was sitting, and slapped him as hard as she possibly could across his face. His eyes did widen from the shock, and the others immediately moved closer to him, as if the damage could have been fatal. The investigator who had talked to Dudley ran over to where the group was and tried restraining her. She fought him back as hard as she possibly could, which wasn't saying much, as she was already weakened from the Death Eater fight.
"BASTARD OF HELL!" she screamed, trying to claw at Harry.
"DEMON CHILD! DEVIL'S OFFSPRING! YOUR THE REASON WHY MY SISTER IS DEAD! YOUR THE REASON WHY MY SON ALMOST HAD HIS SOUL TAKEN AWAY! BECAUSE OF YOU, MY HUSBAND WAS CURSED! YOUR WHY HE'S GOING TO THE HOSPITAL NOW! IF HE DIES, IT WILL BE YOU TO BLAME! YOU CAUSED ALL OF THIS!"
She gestured to the apocalyptic scene before everyone before she continued. " YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE EVEN SURVIVED, ACCORDING TO THAT BLOODY LETTER THE OLD MAN SENT! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED WITH MY SISTER! WHY THE FUCK DID I EVEN LET YOU INTO MY HOME? INTO MY LIFE! WHY DOES MY HUSBAND HAVE TO DIE INSTEAD OF YOU?" she shrieked, before completely losing it and collapsing to the ground, crying and wailing again. The man holding her let go, and removed his hat before taking out a wand.
"That will be quite enough, Mrs. Dursley," he said in a deep voice. Petunia realized what he was doing, and shrieked out of pure fear when she saw that he was a wizard as well.
"Don't, Kingsley," said Harry. His face was still in the same direction when his aunt slapped him, and there was still a red mark where her hand made contact with him, but Harry felt he deserved it. He knew that there was something wrong with his uncle, and he didn't stop it until it was too late. The Dementors would have never arrived in Little Whinging if Harry wasn't there. Sirius wouldn't have had to die if Harry hadn't survived every encounter he had with Voldemort. And Petunia was right; if she had never protected him, and let Voldemort kill him as a child, Lily Evans Potter might not have died that night. Harry turned his head toward her, his emerald eyes shining with a mixture of regret and sorrow behind his glasses. Just because Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley always treated him like crap, didn't mean that they deserved to lose everything. Then there were the things she said about his mother. As painful as it was to move, Harry did manage to get up, and after loosing his balance once, he walked over to his distorted aunt, and kneeled in front of her. looking straight into her terrified eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Aunt Petunia" he said quietly and sincerely. Then he said something completely unexpected,"Did you really hate my mother?"
Everyone was shocked by this question; even Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
"What do you think!" Petunia spat, still crying tears of hatred.
"I think," said Harry gently, "that you blamed me for what happened to her. You say you hate me, and you do anything to prove that you arn't related to my mum, because she was a witch. Then, you turn around and blame me for her death. I can understand why you would hate me for all that happened to you, but why would you blame me if you did hate her so much?"
There was a moment of silence, when Aunt Petunia turned her head to the piece of ground beside her.
"Your mother was the special one in the family," she replied, still averting her eyes away from her nephew. "Even before she got her letter, she was the favourite. My mother and father had always said, 'Why can't you be more graceful, like Lily?' 'You should take a leaf out of your sister's book,' 'Your sister can do better then that, why can't you?' Although we were twins, we were always worlds apart. Even the children at school liked her better then me, and they would always talk about how odd she was. I was always expected to live up to her standards. You should have seen the look of shame they gave me when I never received the letter.
"However," she continued, finally able to turn her face Harry, "Your mother was the only person who understood me. She was there for me when the children on the playground would harass me. She was there for me when Mother would yell at me for not doing something right, or when Father would threaten me for not acting ladylike. She was always a good friend, even when she found out what I felt about her being a witch. She attended my wedding to Vernon, even though I didn't go to hers. Lily even attended Dudley's Christening. And what did I do? I shunned her, I spoke ill of her. The one person who treated me with kindness, was the person I hurt the most. I would have never have wanted to see her dead. Because of that, I never even went to her funeral. and now," Petunia chocked, tears streaming unceasingly and a hand rising to Harry's face, "I treat her only son, the only remaining part of her I had, like garbage..." Petunia broke down again, crying into Harry's shoulders. Harry didn't feel the pain in his arms anymore, as he hugged her back. He was too overwhelmed with emotion from her words. She may not have deserved it (in his friends' opinion), but right now, she did need her sister's love, and she was grateful that Harry was still able to give it. Finally, they were able to let go, and Ginny came over and handed Petunia a handkerchief which greatly surprised Harry. Just then, a Ministry wizard Apperated in front of them, waring purple robes and a badge that said Obliviator. He was holding a clipboard and his wand in one hand, and a Self-Inking Quill in the other.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter," said the wizard, holding up the clipboard to see his document better, "We've been given orders to use Memory Charms on every muggle in the area except for the three who are your relatives. Would you please be so kind as to identify them for us?"
"Yes sir," said Harry quietly, now looking at his knees. "The one in front of me is my aunt, My cousin is the large one over there, and my uncle has just been taken to the hospital."
"Very well," said the wizard, as he made a few marks on his clipboard and turned to leave.
"Wait," said Harry, and the wizard turned around. "Erasetheir memories as well. If you can erase all there memories of me, that'll be highly appreciated."
"Excuse me?" asked the wizard, a look of utmost surprise on his face. "surely you don't-"
"I do," said Harry firmly, closing his eyes so that he wouldn't see the hell around him. "The Dursleys have gone through enough with me in there lives, The least I could do for them, for putting up with me for all these years, is to have them forget that I even existed."
Everyone stared at Harry with shock, even Aunt Petunia. Both Hermione and Ginny couldn't suppress the silent tears that were now running down their faces, and Lupin gave him a look of pity, the kind one gives when they see someone make a great personal sacrifice. Although it wasn't really a sacrifice for Harry on his part, he just wanted them to have the peace that they used to have returned, the peace, comfort, and happiness that the Dursleys always talked about, before Harry arrived on their doorstep. The Obliviator tried to "reason" with Harry, saying that the were the only family
he had, and that they wouldn't blame him for what happened, but Harry held firm to his request.
"Very well," said the wizard again, now advancing toward Aunt Petunia.
"Stop!" She exclaimed, putting her hands over her head.
"It's okay," said Harry soothingly, "When he's done, you won't have to recall any of this. You can go back to the way it was before I came here."
Again, a slight pause, then she spoke again. "You may do what you can to make my husband and son forget all about Harry Potter-"
"Very well," the Obliviator repeated, raising his wand again.
"However," Petunia continued, with a hint of annoyance in her voice (she never could tolerate being interrupted), "I wish to remember everything."
"But he just-," the wizard sputtered.
"I don't give a damn!" she spat, with some of the bossiness that was normally reserved for Harry. Then she became soft again. "I've lost my sister once, and was never able to ask her for forgiveness. Her son is the only thing of hers I've had, and I should pay for my crimes against them with their memories. Please, sir, I don't want to loose her again."
"But Aunt Petunia," said Harry, surprised, "Don't you want-"
"That's enough, Harry," said Petunia firmly. "Everyone has something that they will regret for the rest of their lives, and forgetting it only proves one's foolishness. As for my family, it might be better off if they did forget, as their cruelty was fuelled by their ignorance and fear. Mine was fuelled by envy, spite, and I'll even admit, a small it of fear, and for that, I deserve all these memories of you, and everything that's happened."
"But-," said Harry, flabbergasted.
"It's okay," said Aunt Petunia, with a soft and slightly broken smile. "I deserve it. There is one thing that I'll ask for, though. I know that I probably don't desirve it, but wish for your forgiveness."
Everyone was shocked by this.
"I'll more then understand if you don't." she added quickly.
Ginny couldn't take it any longer. "Forgiveness?" she said, shaking all over with anger. "Forgiveness! How dare you! After all that you've done to him for the past sixteen years, making him sleep in a cupboard, locking him in his room with very little water, making him have to go put up with constant insults every day, and many other injustices, you expect him to forgive you!"
Ron rushed over to his sister and placed his hands on his shoulders, attempting to restrain her in case she decided to hit the pitiful muggle woman. However, he did give Petunia a hard glare, stating perfectly clearly that she didn't deserve such grace either. Hermione looked as if every ounce of her being was fighting the urge to hex Petunia.
Harry didn't know what to say. After all that she had done to him, she was asking for his forgiveness. How could he? After all that she made him endure, and everything she had said about his parents, how could he do such a thing? Then, he looked into her eyes again. For some reason, he knew that she was sincere. Besides, after all he'd put her through, he should havebeen the one apologising.
"Of course," said Harry, smiling. "Can you forgive me for all I've done?"
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all wore shocked faces at Harry's words. Aunt Petunia was probably the most surprised of all, and returned his smile with hers.
"I'd be even more foolish if I couldn't," she said wisely, and then she pulled her nephew into one final hug.
"Excuse me," growled Moody, who had remained silent until now, "But I think we should be leaving now; the scene's almost cleaned up."
Petunia released Harry, and after a few moments of quiet sobbing, she finally rose to her feet to return to her own family.
"Take care of yourself, Harry," she said, turning away from him, "I hope you succeed in your endeavours." and with that, she walked away from him, never to forget what her family had forgotten.
"Got everything?" Lupin asked, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. That's when he remembered; His wizarding things! His wand! Harry spun around (which hurt a lot, too), and realized that his wand was lost to the street during his fight with Snape, and all of his possessions, including Sirius's mirror, were still in his room, which still had flames jumping out of the window.
"Um, Harry," said Ron in his panicky voice, "Don't tell me that everything of yours is still in there."
Harry couldn't help but stare in utter shock. Ron took his best friend's silence as an affirmative, and swore loudly. That's when a long, hard stick smacked Ron sorely on his cranium, which made him swear even louder.
"What's wrong, now?" asked Ginny impatiently as a lump formed on his head.
"I just got attacked by something!" Ron shouted angrily, taking a step backwards.
"Watch it, Ron!" Hermione shouted as Ron almost stepped on the thing that landed on him. Hermione picked it up, took one quick look at it, then turned back to Harry, his wand in her hands.
"How did you find that?" Harry shouted, trying to rush over to her, but was stopped by the pain that returned at full force. Hermione came to him and handed it over. "You can thank Ron for finding it." she said smiling.
"I knew we'd find a good use for your head sooner or later," Ginny teased.
"Shut it, Gin!" Ron spat, as Ginny stuck her tongue out at her brother which Harry thought looked very cute.
"At least I won't have to worry about replacing this thing," said Harry, feeling relieved. The fact that his and Voldemort's wands had cores that from the same phoenix was a great asset, and the thought of replacing it was something Harry couldn't do for that reason alone.
"You won't be replacing anything, young man!" came the voice of Mrs. Figg, a squib and Harry's neighbour from down the street. She was pulling a very heavy trunk behind her, with her cat, Mr Tibbles, riding on top of it.
"Either I need to put you on a diet, Mr. Tibbles," she groaned with the effort, "or you need to magic some wheels on this thing, Harry!"
"Where did-, How-," Harry was lost for words as Ginny ran to Mrs. Figg, helping her carry the heavy trunk that Harry recognised as his own .
"How the bloody hell should I know?" said Mrs. Figg when she and Ginny dropped it in front of him. "First thing I see on my way out to the store for more cat food" ('Is that all she ever gets?' Harry couldn't help but think (;)) "Is some strange wizards at your door. I quickly send Mr. Tibbles to send the Order a report, but by the time he's ready to go, your house is lit up like New Years! Next thing I know, someone pulls the Dursleys out, and then runs back in! Here I am thinking, 'does he have a death wish?' and I start trying to send owls to everyone I could think of in the Order. Then, before I could get all the messages out, I see you all appear and surround Harry here. I think 'Thank God!' and as I open the door, this huge trunk falls out of the sky! Nearly crushed me and my cat!"
"Did you see who it was?" Harry demanded, hoping that he wasn't dreaming when he saw the pink-haired girl.
"Of course!" said Mrs. Figg, a bit surprised at Harry's reaction. "There was Lupin, Moody, a peck of Ministry wizards-"
"No, I meant the person who went in the house!" said Harry desperately. "Did you get a good look at her?"
"I thought it was you!" she said, startled by this news. "I'm sorry, Harry, but like I said, I was thinking that relief had arrived, when I almost got squashed like an insect!"
"Well, did you see someone else leave?" Harry asked, praying that whoever saved him and the Dursleys wasn't burned to death.
"Gracious, Harry!" exclaimed Mrs. figg, "I've already told you all I know! I will say that I saw an explosion from your bedroom window, if that helps, but I just put it off as a gas explosion from a radiator or something. I'm sorry," she added, "but that's all I know."
Harry sat beside himself. Why didn't anyone else see her? That hair, the way she defeated the Death Eaters... If she was human, she was an extremely powerful witch.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Ginny asked. "Wasn't it you who saved your family?"
Harry shook his head, staring into nothing. He could feel everyone's surprise, but Ginny stayed calm.
"Did you know who did?"
Harry couldn't help but look down the street, hoping that the strange being was safe. "I wish I did."
The ministry wizards did a fairly good job at cleaning up the disaster, saying that it was a gas explosion, which is used often in situations like these. As for Harry's injuries, they were extensive enough for him to have to stay at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for the week. Of course, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny stayed with him until visiting hours were over, and, thankfully, Harry didn't have to be interrogated until he was discharged.
"Some birthday, eh mate?" said Ron with a small smile on his face. Ginny and Hermione shot him angry looks, but Harry laughed all the same, stopping only because it hurt too much to do so.
"Yeah, probably as fun as yours," Harry smiled. He turned his head towards the window, and saw some Aquarius roses in a small vase on his night table. His thoughts immediately returned to the pink girl.
"Hey, Gin," said Harry, still looking at the roses, "did you get these?"
Ginny gave him a puzzled look. "No, I thought Hermione did."
"No I didn't," said Hermione in slight surprise. " I thought either you or your mum got them."
"She's been at the Burrow," said Ron, "crying her eyes out and getting sick with worry. Dad decided to have her stay at home until she's calmed down."
They continued debating about the mystery of the flowers until a Healer had to make Harry's visitors leave. When they had gone, Harry turned to the Healer who dismissed them. "Excuse me," he said, "but do you know who sent these?"
"Yessum," she said, not looking at Harry, but pouring out more of the disgusting potion he had to take. "didn't get 'er name, but she talked as if she knew ya pretty well. At least, she knew what 'append, and what ward your in."
"What did she look like?" asked Harry, dying to finally know the identity of his savior.
"Looked normal enough," said the Healer, now checking Harry's bandages. "No older then you. dark hair, pretty eyes, and a bit hyper if ya ask me, but definitely no Death Eater, if that's what's your thinkin'. Looked more like a happy puff ball of energy."
Harry's face fell as he heard the description.
" But there was one thing that I thought was odd," said the Healer thoughtfully.
Harry's heart leapt. "What was it?"
"I can understand a teenager being hyper, and a bit immature," she continued, now looking up at the ceiling, "But what I don' understand is 'ow someone that age can carry 'round a large, pink, stuffed animal in public, talk to it like it's alive, and not think they won' get funny looks. Claimed that the toy wanted to give you the flowers, and I didn' even take 'er seriously until she told me wha' happened to you."
Then she looked directly at Harry. "I asked 'er if someone told 'er about you, and what relation she had to you, but all she said was 'Mr. Bear wants to apologize for not coming sooner.' (I found the remark very odd, sense the toy was a rabbit) Then, I asked 'er if she wanted to see you, but she said that you'd see her soon enough. I said that I'd get the roses to you, then she thanked me and skipped off and out of the building, happy as a lark after a nice rain shower."
After making sure that Harry had taken his potion (which tasted horribly like a hard-boiled egg yoke malt), she left the ward, leaving Harry even more confused then he had ever been that evening.
Harry was walking on the school grounds by the lake in front of the castle. It was a clear, calm summer's day, and students were walking around the grounds, racing on broomsticks, basking in the sun, and enjoying themselves. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were there too, sitting under their favorite tree and waving at him.
Suddenly, the sky grew dark, and the lake changed from mirror-blackness to a deep crimson. Everyone present disappeared, and all the trees in Forbidden Forest became scorched and dead. Hogwarts itself crumbled to the ground before Harry's eyes, and blood began to ooze and cover the remaining walls and ruins of the castle. Blood and water began to fall out of the dark and foreboding sky. It didn't take long for Harry to become saturated from the gruesome precipitation, and screams could be heard from everywhere. The screams, however, were distant, like an echo. Then, he heard it. The high, cold, murderous, laughter of the one person Harry hated the most; the one he had to destroy.
Harry turned around, and saw the tall, pale, red-eyed figure of Voldemort approaching him, drenched with the crimson rain, and blood dripping from his long, spider-like fingers, as if he had just torn out someone's throat with them. There was blood dribbling from his chin, but it was obvious that it wasn't his blood. Just behind Voldemort were three figures lying perfectly still on the crimson-soaked ground. Harry immediately recognized them; Hermione's hair was all over Where she lay, her face pale and her neck and clothes shining scarlet. Ron was sprawled out next to her, her hand in his, his freckled face in the mud, and blood was still flowing out of a fatal gash his back. Then, To Harry's despair and horror, was Ginny She was lying just in front of them, her flaming red hair falling around her face and body, her dead, empty blue eyes wide open and starring at him. She was bleeding too, causing the pool of hid friends' blood to become wider. Voldemort was now licking the blood off his fingers, grinning evilly at Harry.
"That was most pleasurable, Harry," said Voldemort sadisticly, now pulling out his own wand. "I especially enjoyed killing the red-haired bitch; her screams were probably the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard in a long time."
He saw Harry's agony turn to rage as he started pulling his wand out of its holster.
"I'm sorry," said Voldemort, still walking towards Harry as he wiped his mouth on his black sleeve. "Did those people mean something to you?"
Harry couldn't restrain himself any longer. He gave a great cry of anger and pain, and charged at Voldemort. Voldemort just let out a cruel laugh, and with a flick of his wand, he sent Harry flying in the air, and crashing on his back about five feet away from the Dark Lord. Harry tried to get up, but Voldemort used the same slicing charm Harry used on Bellatrix, and now there were gashes in his shoulder, stomach, and arms.
"Crucio!" Harry coughed, blood coming up along with the Curse of Pain. Instead, however, it was Harry who experienced the torturous feeling, which seemed to have increased sense Snape used it on him. Voldemort only laughed as Harry cursed himself accidently, and Harry's scar was burning worse then he had ever felt it in years. When the curse stopped, Harry was breathing heavily, and Voldemort was standing over him. Harry tried cursing him again, but before he could utter one, Voldemort disarmed him easily, and resumed his laughing, causing Harry's scar to burn more. His head felt like it was going to split open then and there, and Voldemort shot another curse at Harry. Harry felt as he was kicked with an iron weight, and was thrown into the air again. Again and again this happened, until it finally stopped, and Harry found himself by the lake, face toward the forest, looking up at Voldemort.
"Sorry, Potter," said Voldemort, raising his wand at Harry again, "But it seems as if you failed to protect your loved ones after all."
Harry knew that he was right.
"You also failed to defeat me, which must be a disapointment to you as well," Voldemort continued. Harry felt the bitterness and disappointment rise in him again.
"I hope you had as much fun as I have," said Voldemort, a green light forming at the tip of his wand. "sadly, however, all fun must end eventually."
Harry knew that he was going to die. There was nothing to stop it. Everyone he knew who could help him was dead, as well as his friends, and the strength of the mystical Phoenix song was gone. There was nothing Harry could do, except succome to the screams around him, and let Voldemort finally kill him.
Just then, Harry heard something that completely replaced the screams. It was music, a strange, surreal, sad, yet calming peace that brought tears to Harry's eyes. It wasn't the familiar Phoenix song, which uplifted Harry and gave him the feeling of invincabality, but it was like a phoenix song in the respect that it went into his very soul. Then, Harry saw something that seemed to brighten the dark and gruesome scene with the strange, yet welcome light that life would give off in such surroundings; a tree that he'd never seen before on campus. It was smaller then it's pine and oak companions ever were, and wasn't burned at all on the outskirts of the Dark Forest. It was a cherry tree, unlike any Harry had seen in his part of the country, and it was in full bloom, with clouds of pink petals falling gently off of it's branches like a gentle snowfall on a calm winter's day.
Underneath it's flowers and in it's branches sat a girl, no older then he was, with long pink hair that trailed down her back, and fluffy bangs that shadowed her eyes, so Harry couldn't see her face clearly. However, Harry recognized her as the girl that saved him the last time. She wore a long, oriental robe that looked like the sky at twilight, with what looked like stars embroidered in the background, a silver, oriental dragon near the hem, and a wide, silvery, almost iridescent belt that wrapped around her middle, with a multi-coloured band in the center, and a gold, crescent-shaped pin on it as well. This belt was tied in what looked like a very large and complex-looking bow in the back, but it did add to her already exotic beauty. On her feet were wooden sandals, and white, ankle-high socks that were only seen because the way she sat in the tree. On her lap was a stuffed rabbit that was as pink as she was with a red bow around it's neck, and in her left hand was a sword in it's sheith, but Harry couldn't make out if the blade was western or eastern. And, perched in the tree, on the branch behind her, was Fawkes, the red and gold phoenix that belonged to the late Dumbledore. It was he who sang the sad new song, which seemed to belong to the girl.
Carefully, she placed her bunny in a nearby branch, and then slid off the tree as gracefully as if she was one of the falling petals herself. Voldemort didn't seem to know she was there, for he kept starring at Harry with the familiar hunger in his eyes that he got when he was about to kill. as the green light at Voldemort's wand tip brightened, the girl ran over to Harry with amazing speed (it was actually normal speed, but it looked almost impossible to run in the garment she wore), and stopped halfway between her tree and the fight. She unsheithed the blade, and threw it into the air with incredible skill.
The sword landed blade-first into the mud, and Voldemort saw it land. He turned around, but the pink-haired girl had vanished. Only her cherry tree could be seen. Harry took this opritunity to get away, so he used the sword to pull himself up, and realized that it was the Sword of Gryffendor that he had now. Voldemort spun back to Harry, and a look of shock and rage replaced the horrible, joyous one. The pink girl reappeared again, this time next to Harry, and waived both hands in front of her, reviealing long, draping sleeves.
Six balls of dark light suddenly appeared around Voldemort, and as the Dark Lord, now looking fearful, tried to grab two of them, they exploded like stars as his hand came down on them. Instinctively, Harry then ran again at Voldemort, but instead of striking at Voldemort, he brought the blade down on each of the dark balls, each one exploding as Harry sliced through them. when all the other orbs of darkness were destroyed, a large, dark, glowing sphere, larger then the first six, appeared, but it was inside Voldemort. With all his might, Harry swung the blade around him, slicing Voldemort through his middle, and causing the last sphere to explode, more violently then it's predecessors. Voldemort's eyes became blank, but his face was still frozen with the look of utter shock and surprise that someone defeated him.
The world around Harry and the girl shattered, and Hogwarts went back to it's formal splendor, and Harry's body was completely healed. The only differences between this Hogwarts and the one before, was that it was nightfall, and the cherry tree was still there. Harry turned toward the girl, and dropped the sacred silver blade. Before Harry could speak, she was already back at her tree, and was getting her rabbit doll down. When Harry ran to her, she turned to face him, her eyes still not visible.
"Don't worry, everything will be all right, now," she said with her gentle voice. Fawkes was still singing.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, trying to get close enough to see her face clearly, but it was no use. "Why did you save me?"
"To answer your second question, Harry-kun," she said, now coaxing fawkes out of the tree, "You have great importance, and I wish to use my power to help defeat the Dark One."
Now she was facing Harry, her hidden face close to his.
"As for your first question," she continued, "you'll find out soon enough."
"But-," Harry started, then the girl placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. it was like a flower petal had brushed his face.
"You'll find out soon enough, Harry-kun, just trust me," and with that, Fawkes took flight, and the girl leapt into the air after him, ever rising, but still facing Harry,
"Will I ever see you again?" Harry called out.
"Soon enough!" she called back, then she disappeared into the moonlight, leaving Harry by himself.
Harry woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. It was still dark, and the moon was as full as it had been in that dream.
Harry felt around for his glasses, wanting to see if everything around him was real or not, when he noticed something. His shoulder didn't hurt anymore, neither did the rest of his body. Harry looked for a mirror, and when he finally found one, he saw that all of his scratches and wounds had healed completely, too. Harry was puzzled about this, when he looked at the moon again. For some reason, he felt as if he was being watched by some sort of guardian, and that, whoever the mysterious pink-haired girl was, she was okay, and that he would see her again soon. with that thought in mind, Harry went back into a peaceful sleep, not knowing that, Just outside his window on the roof of the building next to the hospital, sat the young girl with flowing pink hair, waring the typical Sailor Fuku uniform of a Japanese student, and a pink rabbit plushy in her arms.
"Sweet dreams, Harry-kun," she muttered. "I'll do all I can to help."
A bell rang off in the distance, telling the world that it was now one o'clock in the morning. "Let's go, Kuma-chan," she added to her toy, and she vanished into the night.
Finally! Took me long enough! This is probably the longest chappie I've written so far! So what do you think? Too long? Too much drama? come on! puts on armor, sets up sacred barrier, holds fire hose ready I'm prepared for Flames! lol. Here's a special thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed my story. I love you all (not that way, you perverts!) Here's thanks to SailorHecate for reviewing this chapter. I think I'll have special reviewers edit this along the way, a different reviewer for each chapter! Up next, a wedding will take place, and Harry gets some unwanted news. What does he have to do now, besides his already impossible mission for the Horcruxes? And What's this? A new way for Harry to fight? Looks like the Boy Who Lived will need a bit more luck if he's going to survive his new teacher, and his ways of teaching! Don't miss out on another exciting chapter of Tennyo's Curse! Ja Ne!
I will add on another note, that school starts for me on the 11th, so I won't be able to update as often as I like (WAAAAAAAAAH!). Please forgive me for taking so long to update! I promise to make it up to you in long (and hopefully good) chapters! Domo Arigato-Gosaimasu for your patience, and hopefully I'll be updating again in the near future! Thank You!
Ahh, yes, I almost forgot; The defonitions!
It was like a phoenix song: While I was writing that part, I was listening to one of my mom's instrumental/new-age CDs, and the song that was playing, called The Dragon's Daughter, (by David Lenz and Paul Speer) sounded a lot like what I thought the real Phoenix Song was like (before the Chamber of Secrets movie came out). It's an awesome piano/instrumental piece, so if you can find it, I'd suggest downloading it and playing it during all the "dream scenes" when the pink-haired girl enters those parts. If you have music that fits those scenes better, please message me on my profile and let me know! (I love music, just see my profile!)
Shadowed her eyes: In anime and magna, a character's eyes are hidden, or "shadowed," when a person is under a curse, or (in this case) when their face isn't well defined, like in a memory, or a dream.