Artimis looked at Voldemort.
"Well, I'm going to make sure that Sirius is alive at the end of this, even if I must die, again, for it to happen." Artimis said as she floated up about a foot
"Heh, I'll make sure your dead at the end of this. So don't worry about your little boy friend. You may become a ghost again, but I'll try not to let that happen." Voldemort said grinning
Voldemort whispered a spell towards Artimis
Artimis thrust her golden pole in front of her. "Shield!" she yelled the red strip of magic hit the invisible shield and simmered away.
Voldemort laughed "You think that stick can protect you? I think not, go ahead and attack with it. It cannot harm me."
Artimis glared at him. She ran in the air towards him and stuck the pole threw him. His blood was black and stung when Artimis touched it.
"Tell me something," Artimis said coughing "Why do you want my soul?"
"Well, you have a rare gift, which would help me with my plans."
"What plans?" asked Artimis falling to her knees.
Voldemort sighed. "Why do you want to know? If I tell you you'll find a way to foil them."
Artimis laughed. "Can't you see I'm almost dead already?"
Voldemort looked at her blankly his black robe moving slightly.
"Can't you see? You have gotten your blood into my wound?" Artimis asked as she tried to stand
Voldemort looked at her. "I'm not injured." He said blankly
"Your hand." Artimis said in between gasps
Voldemort looked down at his wand hand. A deep long gash went from his elbow to the start of his wrist.
"Your blood, it, it kills. Well not everyone, but it kills me, there's too much hate and evil in it, it's like poison to me..."
"Well, give me your soul then." said Voldemort a grin of achievement on his face
"I didn't say I wouldn't fight till the end didn't I? I said that if I do die, you will get my soul, if I live, you bring Sirius back to the living, and leave us alone."
"Oh, I didn't agree to leave you alone, I said I would bring him back to life and let you leave, but trust me; I'll try until I win."
Two things swooped down the hall. To strips of light went from them and hit Voldemort. The two creatures came back and landed next to Artimis.
"Are you alright? Where Sirius? What's happened? Where were you? What are you doing?" said James and Remus, who sounded very concerned
Artimis looked at them.
"YOU'RE NOT DEAD!" They both screamed
"Of course she's not dead you bastards! LEAVE, THIS IS OUR FIGHT!" Voldemort yelled as he stumbled to his feet
"Give me your wand." Artimis whispered to Remus
"What?" he whispered
Artimis snatched his wand and hid it in her cloak. She stood up and wobbled a little before she leaned against the cold slimy stone wall. She dropped the pole and looked at Voldemort, then at James and Remus who had both stood up.
"Leave you two." she said after a cough which produced blood. They looked at her blankly "But...." started Remus Artimis looked at him right in the eye her soft Brown-red eyes seemed to penetrate Remus' stubborn streak. Remus hopped on his broom and flew off, soon followed by James.
"Pick up your weapon, or do you not want to use it?" Voldemort asked putting his wand into his cloak.
"I don't.... want to use......it...." She said slowly.
She slid down the wall and looked up at him, then down at the floor.
"I thought I would die alone when I was young, I never thought they someone would be there next to me." Artimis let out a little laugh "Well, I'm going to die again, and I won't be alone. For the second time, I find it funny."
"You're speaking nonsense girl." Voldemort said "I'll leave you alone so you can die alone." At that Voldemort turned and started to walk off.
Artimis took out her wand. "Who said I was done fighting?" Artimis questioned.
Voldemort turned around and saw her. "You have no energy, that isn't even your wand! You can't harm me one bit!" he said as he took out his own wand, but before it was out all the way Artimis whispered something and the wand shattered, like a glass goblet hitting a stone floor.
Artimis mumbled another word..... ~*~ James and Remus had been flying for about 10 minutes, they had probably passed Sirius' body 5 times now, and had a army of guards running after them, but they didn't notice, they where to busy trying to figure out why: 1. Why was Artimis alive? 2. Why Voldemort was fighting Artimis. 3. Where Sirius was. 4. Why didn't they come back to the inn? 5. Why Artimis said to leave. They thought about those questions until they decided to fly back to where Artimis was. ~*~
Artimis mumbled another word, then another and another. She did this for about a minute. "What the bloody hell do you think your doing?" Artimis stopped mumbling and looked up. She started to glow with light. She grinned, what she was trying to do worked, she had been trying to bring out her full power. She clasped her hand together, and mumbled two words which no one but her could understand. She made her hands into a cup and there sitting in them was a little ball of light.
"You know what to do." she whispered in the quiet hallway.
James and Remus landed to see Artimis and the ball of light she had made. It flittered around Artimis, then around James and Remus. It floated one torch and floated around it then around the other one. It finally floated over to Voldemort. He eyed it carefully as it flitted around him. Artimis feel back to the floor. Remus and James knelt down next to her.
"She's out...." there was aloud high pitch shriek coming from where Voldemort was. Remus and James quickly looked up to see Voldemort shriveling in pain.
"Make it stop! I'll bring him back just stop it! Stop it!" Voldemort said with another high pitch shriek.
"Remus....James.....Go get Sirius....." Artimis whispered "I'll stop it, Voldemort, once I see him here, alive."
Remus and James hopped on they're brooms and flew back down the hall. (This time they where looking at the ground.
~*~ Dumbledore sat up in bed. "Artimis..." He mumbled..... Another dream, when will it end? He asked himself The horrid dream of you being killed, every time, I could have saved you, but I didn't....Why? Why couldn't I save you? I hate myself.... Dumbledore wanted to cry, but he wouldn't let himself do so. "Is it really my fault?" He asked himself out loud Yes it is. I could have been faster, I could have killed it sooner, and I let her die. I let my little Arti die! How? How could I do such a thing? Even I don't know, I could have saved her, but no, I was thinking about my own hide, with the ministry or magic forcing me to resign from headmaster of Hogwarts. Damn the Ministry, damn Hogwarts, damn being headmaster damn the werewolves, damn Voldemort, and above all damn Samantha! ~*~ James and Remus soon found Sirius, Rubbing his head and trying to stand.
"How ar' you Feelin' Mate?" asked James as he landed
"Dizzy." Said Sirius stumbling over to them.
"Come on, we have to get back to Artimis, She's err, out, Kinda." said Remus still on his broom
~*~*~*~ A/n: Okay, yeah you probably are going A: this is a bad chapter B: This is a great chapter! C: It's okay D: Err...... E: GET ON WITH IT! F: I just licked by keyboard I'm so hungry Yeah, Just said A, B, C, D, E, F in your review (I just did F) But I feel like being random, so yippee for my, anyhoo, TO THE END OF THE CHAPTER! Duh-dun-Da! ~*~*~*~
Sirius stumbled over to James' Broom and got on. They flew back to where Artimis was, and landed about 20 feet away, apparently Voldemort had screamed himself out, because he was unconscious.
Sirius ran over to Artimis, the little light she had made was floating back into her. Apparently it knew to go back to her once Sirius came.
"Artimis? Arti are you okay?" Sirius asked moving her hair out of her eyes.
"I will say it again 'She's out'"
Sirius ignored James comment. He picked Artimis up Remus' wand fell from her hand and landed on the stone floor. Remus bent over and picked it up. Sirius walked over to James' broom. And got on it.
"What about your broom? Use it!" said James outraged
"I dunno where it is." Sirius said grinning
Artimis waved her hand. And out of no where Sirius' old battered broom appeared.
"Artimis? You're awake?" asked Sirius ignoring his broom
"Barely..." Artimis said slowly
"Don't worry we'll be back at the Inn soon, just hang on." said Sirius running over to his broom. He got on it and started to fly back to the inn.
The question on his mind now was: If Artimis dies from her wounds, will she become a ghost again? Or will she not even die from her wounds?
~*~*~*~*~*~End Of Chapter 25~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, I'm going to make sure that Sirius is alive at the end of this, even if I must die, again, for it to happen." Artimis said as she floated up about a foot
"Heh, I'll make sure your dead at the end of this. So don't worry about your little boy friend. You may become a ghost again, but I'll try not to let that happen." Voldemort said grinning
Voldemort whispered a spell towards Artimis
Artimis thrust her golden pole in front of her. "Shield!" she yelled the red strip of magic hit the invisible shield and simmered away.
Voldemort laughed "You think that stick can protect you? I think not, go ahead and attack with it. It cannot harm me."
Artimis glared at him. She ran in the air towards him and stuck the pole threw him. His blood was black and stung when Artimis touched it.
"Tell me something," Artimis said coughing "Why do you want my soul?"
"Well, you have a rare gift, which would help me with my plans."
"What plans?" asked Artimis falling to her knees.
Voldemort sighed. "Why do you want to know? If I tell you you'll find a way to foil them."
Artimis laughed. "Can't you see I'm almost dead already?"
Voldemort looked at her blankly his black robe moving slightly.
"Can't you see? You have gotten your blood into my wound?" Artimis asked as she tried to stand
Voldemort looked at her. "I'm not injured." He said blankly
"Your hand." Artimis said in between gasps
Voldemort looked down at his wand hand. A deep long gash went from his elbow to the start of his wrist.
"Your blood, it, it kills. Well not everyone, but it kills me, there's too much hate and evil in it, it's like poison to me..."
"Well, give me your soul then." said Voldemort a grin of achievement on his face
"I didn't say I wouldn't fight till the end didn't I? I said that if I do die, you will get my soul, if I live, you bring Sirius back to the living, and leave us alone."
"Oh, I didn't agree to leave you alone, I said I would bring him back to life and let you leave, but trust me; I'll try until I win."
Two things swooped down the hall. To strips of light went from them and hit Voldemort. The two creatures came back and landed next to Artimis.
"Are you alright? Where Sirius? What's happened? Where were you? What are you doing?" said James and Remus, who sounded very concerned
Artimis looked at them.
"YOU'RE NOT DEAD!" They both screamed
"Of course she's not dead you bastards! LEAVE, THIS IS OUR FIGHT!" Voldemort yelled as he stumbled to his feet
"Give me your wand." Artimis whispered to Remus
"What?" he whispered
Artimis snatched his wand and hid it in her cloak. She stood up and wobbled a little before she leaned against the cold slimy stone wall. She dropped the pole and looked at Voldemort, then at James and Remus who had both stood up.
"Leave you two." she said after a cough which produced blood. They looked at her blankly "But...." started Remus Artimis looked at him right in the eye her soft Brown-red eyes seemed to penetrate Remus' stubborn streak. Remus hopped on his broom and flew off, soon followed by James.
"Pick up your weapon, or do you not want to use it?" Voldemort asked putting his wand into his cloak.
"I don't.... want to use......it...." She said slowly.
She slid down the wall and looked up at him, then down at the floor.
"I thought I would die alone when I was young, I never thought they someone would be there next to me." Artimis let out a little laugh "Well, I'm going to die again, and I won't be alone. For the second time, I find it funny."
"You're speaking nonsense girl." Voldemort said "I'll leave you alone so you can die alone." At that Voldemort turned and started to walk off.
Artimis took out her wand. "Who said I was done fighting?" Artimis questioned.
Voldemort turned around and saw her. "You have no energy, that isn't even your wand! You can't harm me one bit!" he said as he took out his own wand, but before it was out all the way Artimis whispered something and the wand shattered, like a glass goblet hitting a stone floor.
Artimis mumbled another word..... ~*~ James and Remus had been flying for about 10 minutes, they had probably passed Sirius' body 5 times now, and had a army of guards running after them, but they didn't notice, they where to busy trying to figure out why: 1. Why was Artimis alive? 2. Why Voldemort was fighting Artimis. 3. Where Sirius was. 4. Why didn't they come back to the inn? 5. Why Artimis said to leave. They thought about those questions until they decided to fly back to where Artimis was. ~*~
Artimis mumbled another word, then another and another. She did this for about a minute. "What the bloody hell do you think your doing?" Artimis stopped mumbling and looked up. She started to glow with light. She grinned, what she was trying to do worked, she had been trying to bring out her full power. She clasped her hand together, and mumbled two words which no one but her could understand. She made her hands into a cup and there sitting in them was a little ball of light.
"You know what to do." she whispered in the quiet hallway.
James and Remus landed to see Artimis and the ball of light she had made. It flittered around Artimis, then around James and Remus. It floated one torch and floated around it then around the other one. It finally floated over to Voldemort. He eyed it carefully as it flitted around him. Artimis feel back to the floor. Remus and James knelt down next to her.
"She's out...." there was aloud high pitch shriek coming from where Voldemort was. Remus and James quickly looked up to see Voldemort shriveling in pain.
"Make it stop! I'll bring him back just stop it! Stop it!" Voldemort said with another high pitch shriek.
"Remus....James.....Go get Sirius....." Artimis whispered "I'll stop it, Voldemort, once I see him here, alive."
Remus and James hopped on they're brooms and flew back down the hall. (This time they where looking at the ground.
~*~ Dumbledore sat up in bed. "Artimis..." He mumbled..... Another dream, when will it end? He asked himself The horrid dream of you being killed, every time, I could have saved you, but I didn't....Why? Why couldn't I save you? I hate myself.... Dumbledore wanted to cry, but he wouldn't let himself do so. "Is it really my fault?" He asked himself out loud Yes it is. I could have been faster, I could have killed it sooner, and I let her die. I let my little Arti die! How? How could I do such a thing? Even I don't know, I could have saved her, but no, I was thinking about my own hide, with the ministry or magic forcing me to resign from headmaster of Hogwarts. Damn the Ministry, damn Hogwarts, damn being headmaster damn the werewolves, damn Voldemort, and above all damn Samantha! ~*~ James and Remus soon found Sirius, Rubbing his head and trying to stand.
"How ar' you Feelin' Mate?" asked James as he landed
"Dizzy." Said Sirius stumbling over to them.
"Come on, we have to get back to Artimis, She's err, out, Kinda." said Remus still on his broom
~*~*~*~ A/n: Okay, yeah you probably are going A: this is a bad chapter B: This is a great chapter! C: It's okay D: Err...... E: GET ON WITH IT! F: I just licked by keyboard I'm so hungry Yeah, Just said A, B, C, D, E, F in your review (I just did F) But I feel like being random, so yippee for my, anyhoo, TO THE END OF THE CHAPTER! Duh-dun-Da! ~*~*~*~
Sirius stumbled over to James' Broom and got on. They flew back to where Artimis was, and landed about 20 feet away, apparently Voldemort had screamed himself out, because he was unconscious.
Sirius ran over to Artimis, the little light she had made was floating back into her. Apparently it knew to go back to her once Sirius came.
"Artimis? Arti are you okay?" Sirius asked moving her hair out of her eyes.
"I will say it again 'She's out'"
Sirius ignored James comment. He picked Artimis up Remus' wand fell from her hand and landed on the stone floor. Remus bent over and picked it up. Sirius walked over to James' broom. And got on it.
"What about your broom? Use it!" said James outraged
"I dunno where it is." Sirius said grinning
Artimis waved her hand. And out of no where Sirius' old battered broom appeared.
"Artimis? You're awake?" asked Sirius ignoring his broom
"Barely..." Artimis said slowly
"Don't worry we'll be back at the Inn soon, just hang on." said Sirius running over to his broom. He got on it and started to fly back to the inn.
The question on his mind now was: If Artimis dies from her wounds, will she become a ghost again? Or will she not even die from her wounds?
~*~*~*~*~*~End Of Chapter 25~*~*~*~*~*~